"Come with me." He trudges out of his father's wing, gripping me by the arm. I try not to complain about how hard his nails dig into my flesh. The meeting with his family is a lot to take in.
When we stop by a door, he punches in the security code. It opens with a beep, and I'm shoved across the room before I can blink. I land on the soft bed with a thud, one leg up and the other dangling by the edge.
"You see what it's like being there, right?" He loosens his tie and tosses it across the floor.
"Yeah?" I'm unsure what to answer that with. He was so protective of me when his dad mentioned my incompetence, but his hardened jaw shows otherwise. His brows are knitted together, his fists are tight, displaying protruding veins that are hard to miss.
"You don't understand it, Omega." He pronounces my title menacingly. I sit straight up, covering myself with the black comforter. His room is enormous, it's so wide there is room for another queen-sized bed in the corner. It's painted azure with a hint of black. Everything else is dark in colour, including the air conditioner, the television, and the carpets. It's night in here all the time. It suits his domineering and mysterious presence.
"You told your dad you believed in me. We can make this work." My wolf was so happy when he made that statement. She was ready to display affection right there.
Perhaps, getting mated to him isn't so bad.
I take a step forward. I drape the comforter over my figure and walk towards his sullen one. I take his hand off his face and hold it in mine. I cross my fingers while I await his pleasing reaction. He closes his eyes, relishing in the moment. His features soften, the hard lines on his forehead disappear, and a satisfied grin takes over. My heart warms with pride. Ever since I was little, and before I met Maya, I have always wanted to be seen. Wanted to be someone mightier without a restricting label. And now, I get to be that person.
"Tell me what to do. I'm willing to be the mate and Luna you want." He flinches when I say that. He yanks my hands away from his. His muscles strain against his suit when he steps forward, closing the gap between us.
"You are never going to be who I want." He grasps my neck, massaging the side of it, where the mate mark would be. The marking happens during heat, an intimate act that brings the couple closer. Alphas are known to be the most possessive among the clan; they love unconditionally and when they do, they give it their best—according to Maya.
"But—" the duvet slips away. We are so close, one step forward and I will be flush against his chest. My hands are trembling, my heart is racing, and I can barely keep my gaze fixed. This isn't where I thought this was going.
"Listen, Omega—" he taps his index finger on my chest. I retreat my steps, trying to get as far away as I can from his intimidating stare. I lose my step and land on my butt, the pain follows shortly after.
Before I can rub where it hurts, he lifts me by the arms and throws my figure on the bed. He hovers over, slow and deliberate. The short curls fall over his unwavering dark eyes. He keeps both his hands on either side of me, trapping me in. I choke on my saliva; I had never been in a situation like this—trapped and horny.
He tears apart my garments satisfactorily, grinning like the devil he is when the satin falls on the bed beside us.
"Omega," he mocks. I lie hopelessly, patiently waiting for his next move while dreading it.
"I'm so sorry if I said the wrong thing," I whisper. He unbuttons his jacket, revealing a concealed tattoo on his collarbone. It's so small it's unnoticeable. He leans forward, pinning both my arms above my head.
"No, you're not," he mutters. "You could've been anything but that. I waited for years and you turn out to be a what? An omega!"
This isn't happening, I chant silently. My wolf is terrified of her mate; she is shivering and nearly losing her mind. And I am too.
My first kiss isn't butterfly-like, stomach churning in nervousness, and stolen glances. It isn't a giggling-and-squealing moment, neither is it so terrific I can't get enough of it. It is fierce and bruising, lips smacking against each other, knocking your breath—not in a good way though. You gasp for air trying to escape it.
Alpha Josh stole my first kiss and I didn't stop him.