Alpha's first love

Giving up

The ride to the airport is quiet. Painfully quiet. I've been cooking and cleaning for the party all day, burned with hot oil by Carolina, serving drinks and food at the party, almost raped by that piece of s**t Loky, found my mate that hates me and happens to be my first love. So yeah, to put it all in a nutshell, I had a busy day. I don't think I am up for a chat. Especially with all that traitors thing that I don't understand where it's coming from.

Alexander doesn't seem eager to talk either so the only thing that can be heard is the slow jazz the driver put on in the car, probably feeling the need to end the awkward silence. Bless him, Alexander didn't look too happy but didn't comment.

I take the chance to look at him. Of course, when he stepped out of the car I recognized him, and at the same time, I lost my breath of how gorgeous he looks. When we were children, he was a little shorter than most boys, but his huge black eyes and eyelashes long enough to make any girl jealous, made up for it.

He grew up and his Alpha genes took off. Now he is six and a half feet tall, with broad shoulders and muscles so well sculpted that even his three pieces suit can't hide.

I am mad and a little scared of him, but holy Lord, his face is angelic. The adorable little boy grew up, his huge black eyes lost their innocence, but gained such a raw, dark magnetic energy, it makes me shiver. His hair is just as messy as I remember, black, but with blue reflections that make him unique and fascinating. And cheekbones so perfect that could cut through a girl's heart just as easy as the cruel words that come out of his full, pink lips.

He notices me looking at him and turns his head towards the window, acting like he admires the view. I blush at the thought of getting caught and turn my head too. And this is how the rest of the drive goes.

The situation on the plane is no different.

He has a private plane, of course, and he makes sure to sit as far from me as he can. Well, good for him, I tell myself. Anyway, the closer he gets the more relentless my wolf gets, and right now I really need some peace and quiet to put my thoughts together.

Of course, my meditation lasts exactly five minutes before I fall asleep.

"Alpha, we arrived." Is the sound that wakes me up five hours later.

I realize, as I open my eyes, that Alpha is sitting right next to me. And worse, my head dropped on his shoulder as I was sleeping and I left a huge drool spot on his brand new suit. When did he come next to me?

Fuck I curse in my head as I look at him with guilty eyes. But he ignores me entirely and stands up. Fine, I changed my mind. f**k you is the curse in my head now.

As no one is telling me anything, I don't move an inch.

"Do you need a special invitation? Move!" He orders, not even bothering to look at me.

"To where?" I scream back. A little dramatic, but I am tired of orders and confusion.

He stops and abruptly turns around. He comes so close that he forces me to raise my head to look him in the eyes.

"To where I tell you to, traitor."

"And if I refuse?" I spent my last years slaving away my days in order to survive. Now I am continents away and I am too fed up to put out with this s**t anymore. So I need a really good reason to follow orders blindly."

Of course, I keep making the mistake to forget that the man in front of me is nothing like the sweet boy that I was madly in love with a few years ago. And so, mate or not, Alexander pushes me back on my chair and slaps his hand on the soft pillow right next to my head.

I hold my breath, with tears in my eyes, but refusing to give him the satisfaction to see me cry.

"You..." He says as his eyes grow darker. "You are not my mate, you are a traitor that got away and now is going to face the punishment for her crimes. And the only reason for not rejecting you in the second I realized I was cursed with this bond is to stop you from running away until I get the chance to see your head fly!"

His words, his tone, his entire body is filled with so much hatred that I become speechless. I want to ask what does he mean, why am I a traitor, why does he hate me so much? But how can I say something when fear is strangling me.

And does it matter? He hates me and quite obvious, he can't wait for me to die so would an explanation make things any better? I am not a traitor, but he is. He is a traitor of our sacred bond and explanations won't fix that.

I stand up, wipe my tears, and look at him.

"Ok." Is the only thing I say. Because it is time to stop fighting. I can simply wait for my death without any more suffering.

He is taken back a little, but nods and gets out of the plane. I follow him and when the rain outside falls on my face I am grateful to be able to hide my tears.

He offers me his arm as I get into the car, but I ignore it. He looks at his hand confused and then with anger. The silence returns once we get in the car. Once he looks at me like he wants to say something, but I turn my head. His voice hurts me now. Better in silence...