When Alpha Created Omega

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I wonder if someone spiked my granola bar I had this morning.......I must be hallucinating. Kent told me that the dance would be fancy.....but this is next level.

It looked more like a wedding reception, the ceiling was decorated with a bunch of fresh flowers. Creating a nice romantic scent in the air. People were encouraged to dance, and surrounding the dance floor were beautifully decorated tables.

My pulse jumps as I take in the view more. Female's....so many female's.......their sexy alluring dress bearly covering their ass. Dancing away super erotically. I look like a nun compared to these snobby girls.

I make my way over to an empty table and find a seat. A waiter quickly comes up to me and takes my order. I sit back and continue scanning the dance floor that's lit up with bright patterns. For every five males their must be seven females here. That includes the waiting staff.

I know in my gut, my mate probably is not one of these waiters, I need to get out on that dance floor and scare off the lower rank females.
I know my father told me specifically not to be a ass but I know if I get out there and release some of my Alpha scent, a lot of them bitchs would stand down immediately.

That's exactly what I intended to do to, but instead, I felt my whole world stop. My nostrils flared out, and my eyes rolled in the back of my head. Oh, moon goddess, I must look like I'm being possessed by a demon.

A demon that demands to know where fuck that smell's coming from. If I wasn't so busy huffing the air like psycho path....i would have noticed the male just a yard or so away shaking with what I'm assuming is my late drink on his tray.

He must not have picked up my weired motions because the shakey servant boldly made his way to me.

"..Mate?"

His voice was light but manly.... but still sounded innocent...Sheltered. I could listen to his voice all day though. I forced my body to stop spasmining around so I could get a full look at him.

Blue eye's with flecks of hazel made my world start spinning again. My wolf inside me is so ecstatic I quickly hug him to my body spilling the drink and dropping the tray on the ground.

I wanted to tell him how happy I was that I found him but I couldn't stop huffing his damn scent. My hand's found his neck and locked on to him so I can sniff to my hearts contant. I can't comprehend how it could really be this intoxicating. The Selfish part of me decides to let my self get drunk off it.

Soooooooooooooooo

When do people usually start to feel doubt? Normally when they become worried about a situation....at least that's what I think.

And why am I suddenly feeling doubt?

My head is starting to pound and I had to force my body back a bit to give us some space. But soon are heads are drifting towards each other and our foreheads are leaning up against one each other.

My blue eye's bounce off his as I take in more of his face. He has stumble covering his top lip and jaw.

I wanted to tell him just how perfect a Alpha he was. I wanted to praise my new Alpha....

Something was wrong and I couldn't place it. So I took a step back and motioned for him to stay standing were we were.

I observed him and came to the conclusion I'm one lucky bitch. So what's the deal? Why dose this worm of doubt keep biting at me. My eye's roamed him from his head to his toe and back up to his eye's.

His eye's didn't meet mine though....they casted down...straight into the firey depths of fucking hell.

In this moment I believe in hell and the fires burning me alive. Then it just.....sizzled out.