Alpha and an Alpha

5. Pickles!

Alpha Ella King's POV.

     Thump. Thump. Thump.
    
    "Ugg" I groaned gripping my head in pain, what was the awful noise ringing through my head? I thought to myself. Groaning I sat up and immediately realized I wasn't in my own bed. The hell?

     That's when last night's events rushed back to me, causing me to collapse back into bed. I was probably in my Mates bed since I could smell him all over the room and sheets. I shook my head. Something was still messed up.

     I sat up again determined to start the day and figure out what the hell was going on. I glanced around and spotted the bathroom. A nice warm shower first wouldn't hurt.

     15 minutes later I was dressed in a black tee and skinny jeans. Headed out, I ran into my first road block. The door was locked. I frowned.

     "That won't stop me."

     I mutter, before body slamming the door open. Crashing out into the hallway I was met by two confused yet alert guards. I smiled at them and brushed off my clothes.

     "Luna! Ho- How did you escape? Your supposed to stay in your room."

     One of the guards stammered out. I spread my smile out further. It was a kind of a smile that said Are you stupid?
    
     "I got out, by breaking the door."

     I stated, my sweet voice obviously faked. I watched the guards reaction before I decided I needed to leave now.

     "Now if you'll excuse me the Alpha has called for me. Via mind link. And don't bother asking him for confirmation, he's given specific orders to me to tell you. Not to disturb him."

     I lied smoothly then I flashed them one last fake smile before disappearing down the hall. The guards seemed to have listened to me. They didn't want to get into some shit with their Alpha. Good for them.

    The house didn't appear to be to complicated to navigate since I stayed to the right to every split in the halls. Finding a set of stairs, I descended them and found the living room, kitchen, and the front door. I smiled to myself, bingo. I headed to the door and quietly and quickly slipped through it. Once outside I  found the area to be vacant. I headed to the edge of the nearest area of trees and began to take off my sweatshirt and shoes.

    "Undress any further, I'll drag you back to the house as is, and make you do a shame walk."

     I froze. The voice that had spoken, belonged to none other than my awful mate. I tugged my sweatshirt back on and turned to glare at my mate.

    His arms were crossed and he had a low scowl on his face. It made wrinkles across his face. It would be a lie if I said he wasn't good-looking even with the wrinkles.

     "Practicing the face for when your old and gray?"

    I ask, a smirk inching onto my face.

     "Wha-?"

     My mate looked taken aback by my comment and briefly lost his train of thought. Good for him. He gave a lesser scowl, causing his face to smooth out, but the look in his eyes were deadly.

    "Where did you think you were going?"

     Mt mate asked. I rolled my eyes at his smug look.

     "I am going to my house."

     I reply glaring right back.

     "Like hell you are. Ain't no way I'm letting you leave to see that fake mate of yours."

    "Oh so you admit he's my mate?"

     "How could I not? Your flaunting his mark on your neck still."

     My hand instinctively shot up to my mark. Oh yeah I looked at my mate and saw sorrow in his eyes. No, I felt it. I could feel the sinking feeling in my pit. Then I felt jealousy and rage. I sank into a tree for support. Man, feeling your mates emotions really sucked. My mate came up and held my arm in hopes of steadying me. Sparks flew.

     "Do you feel that? Does your fake mate make you feel this?"

     He asked, whispering into my ear. The sparks were even more incredible than the ones with Lukus. Yes, she did have the sparks with Lukas. Just not as intense.

    "Yes, we have sparks too."

    I said, my voice wavering a bit. I was slightly sacred at what he might do in jealousy or something.

    He narrowed his eyes at me and he gripped my shoulder harder. Than without a word he dropped his nose into my neck. He was calming himself.

    The action caused me to nearly melt under him. The sensation of his touch and the sparks were enough to take me out. The warmness from his breath crept along my skin causing me to shiver. He smiled when he noticed my shiver. He moved his arms down to hold my waist. The feeling made me get goosebumps and shiver in anticipation. What was he going to do now? 

     After several minutes of silence and my mate clinging to me, he finally broke away. And for some weird reason I was breathing really hard, my heart was beating abnormally fast too. My mate smirked, he could hear my heart and he found it amusing I had such a reaction to him. Idiot.

     "What's your name?"

     He asked, in almost a whisper. I blinked at him. What is my name? Wait.... What is my name...? Momentarily forgetting my name I blurt out the first thing that comes to my mind.

    "Pickles!"

     I blurt.

     He glares at me.

     Oh shit...

     "I mean... My name is Ella, what is yours?"

     His eyes narrow at me.

     "Oh yes... Ella Marie King."

     I raise an eyebrow at him before I remember, oh right during the rejection. (Attempted) I sighed. And he continued glaring. He obviously wasn't to fond of the memory. I look at him and standing just as authoritively as  he did.

     "Wait why did you ask my name of you already knew it?"

     I ask frustrated with the whole situation.

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1015 Words.

This had been sitting in drafts since November so uh here. (:

Love ya Lin!