ALPHA MASON
What is she? I kept asking myself the moment I stepped into my penthouse.
A witch?
A vampire?
A fae?
But she had none of their scents. And she can't be human… right? Maybe I perceived wrongly.
No. Something about her is different.
Damn it—she's been occupying my thoughts nonstop.
Dennis walked in.
"Dennis, what is it?" I asked, running a hand through my hair.
"Nothing, Alpha. I just saw you pacing up and down, so I wanted to make sure you're okay."
"I'm fine. Just go to sleep and forget about me. I'll grab a drink to cool off," I muttered.
"I know a perfect place," Dennis said quickly. "A popular bar in town owned by a family. It's famous because of the daughter. I can take you there."
"Alright. Let's go."
I grabbed my keys and phone. My clothes weren't even dirty, but I changed anyway I always do when going out. It's an obsession.
The drive was silent. Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the club.
The moment I stepped inside, that intoxicating scent hit me again.
She's here. My mate.
What the hell is she doing in a club? I thought she was different.
She is ours, Mars growled loudly in my head. I forced him silent.
The music blasted through the room, people dancing, drinking lost in their own chaos. I scanned the crowd, following her scent.
And then I saw her.
Dancing on a pole like a stripper.
My mate.
Dressed like that.
Showing my property to the world.
My jaw clenched.
A hand tapped my shoulderDennis.
That's the daughter, Alpha. She dances here at night and works as a waitress in the morning.
"She's my mate," I said flatly.
Dennis froze. What? Alpha your mate? But she's human. How is that even
I didn't let him finish. I walked straight to the stage.
I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her away from the pole, dragging her off to a quieter corner.
"Leave me alone!" she screamed, struggling.
"What the hell were you doing up there?" I snarled.
She avoided my eyes. That pissed me off even more until I noticed the bruises on her body.
My anger shifted.
"Who did this to you? I demanded.
I..I. fell," she lied.
I stepped closer. "You looked into my face and lied? The audacity.
My voice thundered through the hallway. She started sobbing.
Her tears those broke me. I hated it.
So I turned away and walked out of the club, leaving Dennis behind. I needed air. I needed space to think.
When I got home, Dennis called saying he lost track of me.
"I'm home," I told him. "Dennis, find everything you can about that girl. I want the details before tomorrow."
"And pack your things we're leaving for the pack lands tomorrow morning. I need to sign some paperwork."