The Alpha's Title

Flashforward

Flashforward:

The bed was like a doorway to a different universe. The emotions I felt surge through me were so powerful that I felt myself being pulled down. This was not what I had initially expected whilst walking into the bedroom. The young woman standing next to the bed fixed me with her hypnotizing stare. My mind became unfocused to the job at hand and instead wandered off to unwelcome thoughts.

Thoughts of the woman before me and her hold over my body. Her red lips pursed with perfection luring me in. Before I could turn away and snap myself out of this unnatural attraction, she reached forward pressing her skin to mine. Like a magnet I brought my lips down to hers, desperate to make a connection.

Our lips moved in perfect sync seeking to quench the fire within. Then I shoved her away with as gentle a force as I could. I didn't want this one time girl to break down my defences and have such a powerful control over me. Scowling in disgust, I walked to the other side of the room in hopes that a great void would appear out of nowhere and separate us.

All of a sudden I lost control of my limbs and I felt myself spinning around, my legs running to cover the distance between us. My hands shook uncontrollably from some unexplained force that seemed to invade my body and my mind. The pain was surreal and there was only one way to cure it. I just needed to reach out and touch the annoyingly gorgeous woman in front of me.

She was standing with her long fingers on her hips and a tantalizing smile on her lips as if she knew the effect she was having on me. Growling in protest, I looked her straight in her devilishly green eyes. I grasped onto her arms whilst pleading with myself not to give in. Rage consumed me in a way I had never felt before, because of this one woman.

I gave her a look I had used to crumble nations and walked away; she would not have me even if she was fated to. I slammed the door on my way out; slamming it to the very idea of my mate. The rejection would take its natural course and soon she would be out of my path, if my pack didn't send her scampering in the first place.

She trailed behind me, probably in hopes of changing my mind but not knowing that by kissing her I had cheated on my girlfriend. I needed to reconcile with the true love of my life, the skimpy dressing pack bitch. I was a bastard and she was a bitch, we went well together. Too sweet was too neat and I was definitely far from being that perfect guy.

I wanted chaos in my life, that always stayed interesting; this girl would just ruin it. She was too much like an angel and the last time I had known one of those they had died before my eyes because of something I couldn't do to protect them. I would not experience such a heartbreak ever again; yet here I was, inflicting that pain onto someone else... onto my mate.

I was leaving the house, preferably for a run and to just stop thinking and let my wolf take care of things. The forest was the one place that would understand my anger and resentment and not sympathize or reason with me. I didn't want to turn out like my father did after loosing my mom, his mate; locking himself away for weeks because the heartbreak was causing too much pain.

I was more of a man than my father could ever be.

"Enough," I said, "stop trailing after me because frankly, I don't want a mate and I don't want you."

The pain in her eyes was a unique pleasure to revel in.

"Good. The message actually registered through your thick skull. Aren't you supposed to be some sort of nerd?"

Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she struggled to form any words in reply.

"But you're my mate," she whispered.

"Not anymore," I smiled.