Summer Alpha

7// Holy Buckets of Poptarts

Chapter 7// Holy Buckets of Poptarts

"No! No no no. A million times no."

His smirked widend.

"I swear. If you fucking touch me you will not be able to reproduce." Xavier's smirk didn't fault at all.

"Shortcake. Do I have some type of cootie or something?" He chuckled.

"Nope. J-just uh need to use the restroom. Yep that's it. Do you know where the closest one is?"

He rolled his eyes and pointed to a nearby door. I knew what he was probably thinking, this girl has a small bladder and the sad part, it was true.

I quickly walked off towards the bathroom, nearly tripping in the process. Darn being clumsy. I swear I fell out of bed this morning.

Once the door was safely locked I let out a sigh of relief.

I had a very important decision to make. As Xavier would probably say,

Check mate.

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A few hours earlier..

"And this is the dining room." Alpha Xavier nodded towards a large room across from the packs living room.

It had floor to ceiling windows, that had thick red velvet curtains drawn back by gold striped rope. From there your eyes where instantly drawn to the long rectangular mahogany table placed right in the middle of the timely room. The floors where a dark cherry red with minimal scratches or dust scattered around. That led me to indicate that this room was used quite often, which meant there must be pack dinners daily. If not daily then at least three to four times out of the seven days in a week.

I carefully laid my hand on the cool wood of the table grazing my hand over edge of it.

"We have dinners in here quite often shortcake. Every Monday, Wensday, and Sunday to be exact-" well that answers my previous question. Wait. Did he just call me shortcake? "-now if your done admiring this room we need to move on. We have to test your skills to see where your ranked as a she-wolf this afternoon. We have to get you started on training."

I frowned. "Why can't you just use my same rank from my last pack? I'm from beta blood, I was- and still am- a pack warrior. So why do You have to "test my skills"? Where is Austin anyways?"

"This pack is different."

"How so?"

"It just is. Plus your not as strong without your other half. That's one of the reasons your here."

He pulled up his shirt a tad to reveal the tiny birthmark on his side; a tiny half crescent moon with tiny dot right below it.

The same one I had. I gulped.

Every mate had a matching birthmark on their right hip. Though the birthmark may be the same, the moon goddess, as been told for generations, made it to where you didn't know or recognize who your mate was until you touched them for the first time. You'd be somewhat attracted to them before the touch happened, but it would seem just like some hopeless feeling towards the other individual.

What scared me the most was that me and my mate hadn't touched yet, but yet we are ,I think, standing five feet away from each other, him completely not aware of the mental breakdown I was having.

I think I'm dreaming. More like having a nightmare, there is no way Xavier of all males is my mate.

Pinch.

The sudden sharp pain went throughout my arm where I had just poked my skin, a little red mark forming. Quickly, I rubbed my eyes preying this was a dream. I slowly opened them to revel my same surroundings.