*ALONSO*
What made me tell Lancelot that I was going to share a room with her, was still what I strived to understand. I should have left her to sleep outside, not caring if she died come morning.
I never made her weak. She chose to.
Yet, the stupid side of me said those words before I could stop myself.
After Lance had gone to book the room, I had scolded myself, then afterward made peace with the knowledge that she would definitely not agree to the arrangement.
I see how she cowers around me-she is scared of me. While that irked me deeply, it also pleased me. At least she is wise enough to know her place.
Then, why do you wish she agrees? My Wolf had mischievously asked me.
Impish bastard!
Later when Lance came to tell me the room was ready, I had gone to check it out, especially the mattress because I wouldn’t want anything that would connect us during the night-unless she wishes to sleep on the couch. Better for us.
Finding everything perfect, I left the room to clear my head and ready for the turmoil which I know must take place tonight-Siv is that much of a scoundrel.
Finally making my way back to the room, I was shocked when I opened the door and saw her standing there, indecisively watching the room decor. I thought she wouldn’t come.
Well, she’s full of surprises. Weak and yet, won’t stop getting into trouble. Tell me something else.
I saw how her eyes fretfully followed me into the room, but I neglected her and began removing my clothes. If she thinks I’m going to try to be chaste around her… sorry for her.
I really don’t care about her.
After undressing down to my briefs, I made for the bathroom.
Coming out later I was appalled to find her still standing at the exact spot I had left her.
“Are you normal in the head?” I gestured to my head, a hand holding my white towel around my waist. “Why the heck are you still standing there?”
She scurried to the sofa sitting by the wall, to flop down.
I shook my head, taming my temper. “Go and shower, Danika. That’s what any normal person would do.”
Like a robot, she jolted up and dashed in the direction of the bathroom. I ultimately exhaled and went to dress up for the night. It’s truly going to be one hell of a night.
Her shower seemed like ages, however, she eventually came out. When she reached the bed view, she stood, her eyes looking about the room in uncertainty. I went on with what I was doing on my phone not giving her any attention.
Probably making up her mind, she went to the sofa. My eyes abruptly snapped out of the phone to her.
I should have been happy that she made that decision. But, trust the stupid bond, to want something different. Something troublesome.
“What are you doing there?” I sat up, to gawk at her.
“I… I… I…” she kept stuttering, peering between the bed and I.
“Just get in the bed, rover.” I eyed her, getting more irritated by her behavior. I so much miss my Cleopatra. If she were the one, I wouldn’t need to speak much before she acted.
She climbed the bed gently and lay at the edge, almost falling off.
I observed her for an ounce, shook my head, and went back to what I was doing. However, it seems Siv had other plans.
The minute her scent hit me, Siv began growling and jumping about inside of me.
He was restless.
“You have to be civil, Siv. You ain’t getting anything on this side, so relax,” I warned him.
“But she’s our mate,”
“Just our mate. Nothing more.”
“You don’t need to be anything more to mate,” he persisted, getting more restive.
“Siv, stop for moon sake. Why are you doing this?” My nose scrunched in distaste, as the scent became more impressive. It was as if I was getting engulfed in her charm. My body needed hers. But I couldn’t allow myself go.
“Please, Alonso. Anything. Just touch her, please”
“No!”
“Please,”
“Siv, I said, ‘Capital no!'”
Siv began whimpering, an act of blackmail he used each time he wanted me to do what he wanted.
My hard-on was growing tighter. The scent more possessive.
Getting out of control, I began moving toward her impulsively. My hand reached out to touch her, but I suspended it to grasp my control.
Then at the same time, she changed position to face me, her eyes expanding as they met with my awkward position.
I withdrew my hand with full force, red dots staining my cheeks. I had just embarrassed myself before my mate and right now I’m wondering what is going on through her tiny skull. She must think I’m some conceited pervert.
I stood instantly from the bed and made my way out of the room.
I ran downstairs straight to the bar of the hotel that I had located the first time I came down.
I picked a bottle of scotch from the sleepy barman and went to the far dark end of the bar to hide away.
My thoughts were infiltrated by her. I couldn’t think straight. I could only perceive her, and all that reaches my ears is the gentle, solemn melody of her voice-truly melodious.
I shook my head vigorously, ashamed of myself. I upturned the glass of scotch in my mouth. I welcomed the biting taste as it burned down my throat, and even welcomed more, an image I saw sauntering towards me, clad in an alluring red dress, complemented with red hair.
“Do you need some attention, Alpha?” was what I heard.
My head bounced of their volition-my intoxication taking over my common sense. “I need my cock buried in that slutty mouth of yours, rover…” I demanded, nudging my legs apart for her.
She giggled flirtatiously and angled her body to me. Is this surely my mate? When did she become this bold? My head was swimming, the image distorted.
Her figure lunged between my legs and started undoing my PJ pants. I tilted my head back in relief as I felt her hand go around my painful hard-on.
“Just like that,” I said and sighed out, pushing out to give her more room to torment me.
Her perfect fingers continued moving back and forth my length, and then when I thought I was going to lose it, I felt something warm encumber me and let out a mighty growl.
Her mouth is just as I imagined. Heavenly.
“Yes!” I growled, holding down her head and allowing her jack me off.
The girl began to choke beneath me. But I wasn’t paying attention. I craved for her. I craved for my mate. I don’t care if I’m doing this under the influence of alcohol, but I desired my cock buried inside of her. I needed to enshrine my mark in that plump white flesh of hers, labeling her as mine.
I groaned at the sweet thought of Danika being mine. It would be something worth waking up to. Imagine the look on the faces of my pack members when they saw her.
Pure grief and jealousy.
“Danika,” I moaned, dragging her up.
Then as if smacked in the head, the lady shot off the ground to face me, looking peeved, and “Excuse me?”
My eyes widened and at once, I felt a stab in my chest. What the f….!
I jerked up from the settee, my hand finding my pants and pulling them up. “Who the fuck are you?!” I careened in fury, mad as I realized I nearly fucked with someone else-not my mate.
My chest was still hurting. Something is wrong with Danika. I dashed out of the booth, leaving the saucer-eyed girl gaping after me.
The minute I rushed through the entrance to the living quarters of the hotel, I saw Lance bearing Danika and hastening down the stairs, while another man gave him directions.
“What’s going on here?” I asked out of breath.
Lance gave me a bird’s eye and made a beeline in the direction the man gave him.
I stood with my hands to my face in exasperation. I stomped my feet and ran after them, knowing fully well what was wrong-she is hurting as a result of my lasciviousness.
I wanted to ignore her. I didn’t want to give a fuck how much she suffered. Yet, I found myself trailing after them to what later turned out to be the Hotel’s infirmary.
“You caused this, Alonso! What kind of man are you? You nearly killed your mate!” Lance hedged, fury oozing from his poise.
“Why should I care if she died? It would make everything easier. I never asked for any of this!” I flung back petulantly, feigning less concerned.
“You don’t mean that, Alonso. You don’t mean that. You know how much you will suffer if anything happens to her. You are an Alpha King and you need your mate close to remain powerful and sane. Have you forgotten?”
“I have been surviving and doing great without her,” I added, flippantly.
“Well, that is because you weren’t with her. Newsflash, we only get second chance mates. If you lose her, then prepare to become the weakest Alpha King alive. This is my advice to you as your friend and Beta. Get off your high horse and man up!”
With that, he stormed away from me. Leaving me more frustrated as consequences of what he said sunk in.
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