My Older Alpha Mate

chapter seven

"Fuck, Ashton." Jon mumbled quietly. I dragged my eyes to Jake, the beautiful blue-eyed boy who now stood bloodied and lips parted in surprise. He didn't look at me though, his eyes glued to the ground now. His eyes were no longer blue, they were dark grey. He turned around and walked away. "Jake, wait!" I called out, taking a few steps in his direction. His pace quickened as he began running and his wolf came out quickly as his paws thumped the ground and within a minute, he was gone in the trees.

My eyes clouded and filled with tears as I spun on my heels to look at the guilty party. Jon walked towards me slowly, causing me to back away from him. "You knew?" I whispered, my voice cracking. Rage washed over me as the sadness faded away. Jon's eyes softened as guilt washed over his face. "Rory..." He began. "You knew?!' I screamed at him now, tears flowing down my hot cheeks. Jon winced at my broken screams.

The stupid alpha stood behind Jon, realizing his mistake surely but slowly. He said something that caused the crowd to leave, pretending like they had somewhere to be. I turned and walked away from them, going back home. "Do not walk away from your Alpha. Did you hear me? I am your mate."

I ignored him this time, having nothing else to say to either of them. To add on to all of that, it started raining as I walked home. I cried as the rain cleansed my face of any sign of weakness. I took a detour and began walking through the forest instead of going to my house where everyone could find me. I walked through the forest, tripping over branches as the rain began pouring heavier.

I crawled inside of a small hole at the base of a tree that I noticed the first day we arrived here. I laid in the tree, tracing the small cuts I got from tripping on the tree branches. I thought about how Jon lied to me about something so large, so important. We had talked about this and he looked me in my face and lied. I try my best to not overexaggerate, but I couldn't help but feel betrayed.

My brain replayed Jake's melancholy face in my head repeatedly. I thought about the beautiful boy who got me a cupcake and listened to me pour my heart out. I hoped he was okay. I knew his wolf would heal his bruises, I just hoped he would be okay about his best friend attacking him over me. I hoped Jake wouldn't blame me.

Last but not least, I thought about the large man who was years older than me. Who felt an overpowering need to control me and everything I did. It all made sense to me, though. That's why I felt so attracted to him and why his voice has this unspoken power over me. I cursed the gods who paired such an unlikely two together.

Deep down, I was thankful though. I was thankful that I had a mate and that there was a chance I could be in love with someone like every other wolf. I was thankful that there was another person on that very, very short list who could love me.

However, fear is the most dominant emotion, as one more person who could love me, is also one more person who can be taken from me.