His Secret Mate

Everyone has this idea that being unseen and being unwanted is the worst thing in the world. Where, if you're alone and quiet is also seen as being rude and unparticipating.
But not me. If I had one wish it would be, to be left alone. With my thoughts, with my life decisions and with my knives.
I grab my knife and fling it across the room, the door opens up and Max is a centimeter away from having a knife stuck in his throat. He looks at the knife than at me , and then at the knife again and smirks.
"You missed." I grabbed another knife and within a second I throw it straight at him. He catches it , slicing his hand open in the process and growls.
"It wasn't a dare for you try to again S." He throws it back at me as I move an inch to my left and watch it fly by me. I smirk.
"Touchy." I say as I lean against the wall. "What do you want?" Max stands there clenching his bleeding hand, eyes narrowed down at me.
"The pack meeting is about to start." He steps out the doorway and signals me to go first ahead of him.
'What a gentlemen' I mind linked him and walk past him heading downstairs and outside where everyone has gathered around the campfire.
Everyone turns and looks at us. They make a walk way for us to get through and as we pass them, they bow their heads. A sign of respect for the Alpha.
I can feel Max next to rolling in the glory and admiration of his people. Max walks in front me , nodding back at his people.
I keep my eyes forward and face straight, with my head held high as I walk behind him.
We get to the front and Jason is there. He nods at us and we nod at him.
"Alpha. When you're ready."
Max turns around and crosses his arms. I turn along with him and I raise my hand.
"You may be seated." my voice rings around the fire and everyone sits on my command. Sometimes, and only sometimes ... Its good to be Alpha.
"Now, lets begin." I say with a smirk.