Call me Alpha

Chapter 10: The Balance

Aiden's POV

The bond between mates is the best thing any other wolf can ask for. It completes us, filling us with unthinkable happiness. And that's happening to me now.

I can feel it.

Every bit of me can't ask for more when I'm around Ashira. I'm an Alpha yet I can only control to be away from her for hours. Far from what I expected.

I denied to claim her. I want to know her first, to see for myself if she has an ounce of greed for power.

Just like how I see my mother.

I grew up with her words, 'to be the best'. She came from the top wolf pack of the North and she expects nothing but best from me and my father.

When Raekon takes over her previous pack from her brother, Uncle Zeuracious, I saw how bewildered and uneasy she become. For her, only our bloodline can be the best. And it should stay that way.

When her brother was thrown off his title as Alpha, she did not like it. I witnessed her thirst to be the first. To be on top. To give the crown back to her own blood. Her hunger for power dragged my father down with her.

And my father who I looked up to, became someone no one expected he will turn to be. He let his love for my mother to eat him whole. He made the decision to start a war with Raekon's pack but not for peace, not for any sound decisions but ONLY for her.

Hundreds of our wolf died, their family mourned, we lost some of the greatest fighters, the best trackers, and yet, my parents disregard that it was the possible outcome of the war. And for what?

Kristina, or known as Luna Tina, used her influence to my father as his mate. She knew she can manipulate my father's head, that she can find her way through his decisions. That he won't let her down.

And that resulted in the destruction of peace of the North. Not just that but that war cost her, own life, and my father's as well.

My wrath towards her greed made me push my feelings for Ashira. Trying to waive the pull of the mate bond calling to me.

But even if I try to stop myself, I knew I won't be able to. Now, I don't know if I can reject her even if I'll saw her flaws. Even if she will be like my mother.

I want her and I knew it. I can feel that my wolf started breathing solely for her from the moment we saw her. And even if it will end my life, I'd still want her. That's how I feel right now.

It almost killed me to suppress it the first time and the thought of her being stolen from me kills me the second time. I'm torn with mine and my wolf's choices.

I'm jealous. I'm petrified. I want her for me and only mine.

But I'm hesitating. I can't have a mate that may drag me down just like my mother. I need to see her goal, her intention, her objective of life.

Though whenever I see her, every time she's close to me, my mind is clouded by her. I can't think clear of my intention and can only focus on how perfect her eyes were, or how beautiful she was made. My mind screams to never let her go, to never let her out of my sight.

When some guy comes near her, I get protective, anxious, angry even. I don't want any other scent lingers on her perfect body but mine.

I'm aware of my possessiveness for her, one of the changes that I can't bend to break. But I can't blame myself.

She gave me a gift from the moment I met her.

She gave me life.

She made me feel alive again.