Alpha's Mate

“I’m not going to do anything about it because there is nothing to do. You may like to sleep around, but I made a promise to save myself for my mate and I will. He’ll be the only man to have me. Alpha or not, I don’t owe you anything. I’m loyal to you, but that doesn’t mean you get to have my body.”

Her lips were swollen. The scent of her cunt was heavy in the air, and she didn’t want to fuck him?

He found that a little hard to believe, especially as she was aroused by him.

But he also knew one thing she didn’t: he was her mate.

Suzy had saved her virginity for the man she intended to be with.

He’d get a virgin.

A tiny part of him was really fucking excited about that. A woman who hadn’t been touched by anyone else. Someone he could show, instruct, and guide to how he wanted her. To give her all the pleasure she deserved. Then another part of him was a little pissed. She was going to be a virgin, which meant he was going to have to go slow. There was going to be pain.

A woman’s first time was never easy.

Fuck.

He didn’t know if he could be gentle.

Being gentle had never, ever been in his nature, and now, he would have to be. For her.

Fuck!

He just wanted to keep repeating that one word so it no longer bothered him.

No, he was going to have to be gentle with Suzy.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me. I know there are a couple of women back at the bar who would really like to dance with you.”

He let her take a couple more steps, but he couldn’t keep up this charade any longer.

She wouldn’t tell anyone, and he had hoped she’d sense he was her mate as well.

It would seem her weakness extended to not knowing who her mate was. He didn’t even know how he got the short fucking straw, but he certainly had.

“You’re my mate,” he said.

She stopped walking, and he looked at her.

Her back was to him, but she’d tensed up.

“What?” she asked, turning toward him. He loved her eyes, sharp, blue, warm.

“You’re my mate, Suzy, which means that little cherry you’re saving is all mine.” He didn’t mean to be crude; it just came to him naturally.

Suzy was his, and whether she liked it or not, one day soon, she would belong to him.

****

“You’re lying,” she said.

Her heart was pounding inside her chest. It wasn’t possible for her to be his mate. She’d have known, wouldn’t she?

You have a keen sense of smell, but some of your wolf senses have always been off.

Just like she couldn’t always detect creatures in the forest. Her hearing was okay, but not as good as some of the trackers and hunters within the pack.

She was also a little too trusting of tourists, a trait she hadn’t exactly inherited from her wolf side.

Being a wolf, she should naturally try to keep the pack safe and rarely talk to outsiders. Their small town always had a few backpackers coming through, and she was the only town person to approach them. To not be afraid of them.

“Not lying, Suzy.”

She would have been able to smell the lie.

It’s what scared her.

For her lack of wolf traits, she actually possessed one that was rare. Scenting lies, truths, and every other scent, wasn’t common. She’d heard of the stories and someone like her was rare, and she hadn’t told a single soul what she could do.

Beast wasn’t lying.

In fact, now that she took a moment, she could smell the mating heat rising within him. It had always been a part of Beast whenever he was with her. She had figured he smelled like that around her because that was his distinctive smell. Each time she’d been near him without him knowing, he didn’t smell like this.

She liked his scent.

It was spicy, hot.

It always had her warm beneath her clothes, making her think of sex and many other things she had only thought of sharing with her mate.

“You can’t be. If I’m your mate, how come you haven’t initiated our bonding? You would have taken me by now.” She folded her arms across her chest in the hope of protecting herself.

If she was really Beast’s mate, there were going to be a lot of angry females in the pack.

Staring at him, she saw the pity in his eyes.

“You’ve been fighting it, haven’t you?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Look around you at the pack,” he said. “There are a lot of females who would want to take your place. Who would want what you have.”

“I don’t have anything.”

“You will. This pack. Being by my side. A lot of women would kill for it.”

She felt tears spring to her eyes. “You’re ashamed of me.”

“No!”

He quickly glanced around, checking to see if anyone heard his loud shout. He was angry.