Alpha Tristan ✓ [Republishing]

Dio [ 2 ]

author's note: mates feel a pull towards each other, but there won't be 'specific scents' that draw them closer. there's the initial attraction that is confirmed by touch and touch alone, which is why they were able to look at each other without really knowing.

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His pulse was steady, but the tension practically crackled at his skin as he stopped himself from moving closer to me. Even though there was space between us, I felt suffocated and promptly backed myself against the wall, scouting my exits. It was either the door or the window. But, I couldn't bring myself to look away from him.

I knew that I was fiercely attracted to him. It had hit me like a truck when he held my hand, but I had to be serious.

He was the Alpha Tristan. He had the power to instil fear into people who had never met him and were hundreds of miles away from him. The stories I'd heard about him honestly kept me awake in fear. The victims of his cruelty didn't get the same chance I did. To have his hands do anything but inflict pain.

I couldn't possibly think that him being my mate would bring anything but fear and misery. Despite everything telling me not to, I wanted to reject him. I didn't want him, not really. "Alpha..." I ripped my gaze from him and steadied it shakily on my alpha. "What am I required for?" my mind was hazy, but I desperately wanted to leave the room.

Alpha Ramiel frowned at me and gave a sidelong glance at the seething man standing in front of his desk. I willed myself to not do the same. "Kara—you're required to show some respect. He's your—"

I knew I shouldn't have said anything at all, but I didn't even care about consequences at that point. "No." It was firm despite how shaky I felt, and more importantly, it was defiant. My chest almost caved in when his calm demeanour morphed into something tinged with deep anger.

He was always a calm and collected person, which was why the pack respected him so much. He showed compassion and was often very kind to me and everyone else. The guilt took me at a stronghold when I became fully aware of the weight of my rebuttal. I may not have respected him, but I did have an immense respect for my own alpha.

My head bowed instantly in an attempt to appease his anger. "I apologise." I backed myself so much against the wall, I was sure that in any second I'd turn into plaster and merge with it. "I didn't mean to anger you, but I can't do what you're asking of me."

The response didn't come from my alpha. "Asking?" his deep voice made my head spin. It was smooth and addictive. "No one has asked you to do anything."