Bound to the Alpha's Son

Every generation, a pool of teenagers are selected to go and be sampled off of the alpha families, in hopes that their sons or daughters will find a suitable mate. Katia finds herself selected as one of the few and having to leave her three siblings, goes. Alex, heir of the biggest werewolf pack, does not want a mate, and so finds himself in a predicament when faced with the choice of who he's picked.

Sweetheart, you're mine. You don't get the decision in it, you don't get to choose what happens, you do what I say. Or you face the consequences," his eyes never leave mine, and I find myself quivering under his piercing stare.

"What if I don't?" I say indignantly, maintaining my eye contact. If I break it I'll seem weak, and talking to an enemy 101 states that you never want to appear weak to your enemy.

He laughs which is music to my eyes, a deep rumbling note which deepens the dimples on his cheeks. I find myself wanting to reach out to caress his cheek, to explore the contours of his --

Enough Katia!

Eventually he stops laughing, and he gives me a dark look. "You'll be sorry,"