Spare Me, Alpha

Ch 3: In Which She Fights with her Mate

As those words fell off Alpha Damien’s lips, Heather couldn’t help the widening of her eyes or the gasp that left her mouth without her permission.

Any woman – okay maybe not any woman, but any unmated she-wolf at the very least – would have been elated to be the famous Alpha Damien’s mate.

He was known for being ruthless in matters regarding his pack, but very considering of his fellow pack members, whether they were strong or weak, old or young.

And he was a sight for sore eyes, according to the rumors.

It had been hard to see his features despite her being a werewolf for it was pitch-black in her room. Heather had not bothered with the lights when she heard the knocks on the door.

But in the car, that was to lead them to the pack house – as she was cradling her baby sister in her lap protectively, and he sat next to her, drawing circles with his finger on her bare arm, making a shiver of both fear and awareness run down her spine, along with some very delicious tingles – she couldn’t help but notice, as she watched him warily from the corner of her eye, that he was handsome all right…

The guy had a toned body, although not in a bulky way. He had light brown hair which sat messily over his head, and midnight blue eyes in which any woman would drown happily.

Heather was sure he could have any girl he wanted and probably had many conquests adorning his belt.

He needn’t have one more, she thought bitterly.

“Could you please stop touching me?” She whispered in a rather angry tone.

“What did I do?” He asked innocently while continuing to draw circles on her arm.

Heather was about to fire a response when Lilly mumbled a distressed, “Mama!”

“Shh,” Heather turned her attention back to Lilly and soothed her with sweet little nothings.

“You’ll make a great mother and Luna,” Damien observed as he watched her face intently.

“I don’t care about being either,” she rolled her eyes at him.

“What do you mean?” His voice sounded edgy like he was preparing himself for something. “And did you just roll your eyes on me?”

“I’m sixteen, you look to be thirty or something… you do the math,” she told him in a tone that bordered on the bored. “And yes, I did roll my eyes. What are you going to do about that?”

“Are you trying to pick a fight?” He squared his shoulders.

“I’m just stating the facts here.” She gave him a cold glare.

“I’m twenty-two,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

“Okay, so you’re eighty years younger than I thought…” she started in a matter-of-fact tone, “That doesn’t change much. Assuming you have changed at the age of sixteen, that makes you sixty years old.”

Werewolves only aged one year each ten human years after their change if they were unmated. And most werewolves changed at the age of sixteen… although alphas usually went through the change earlier.

“Don’t talk to your alpha like that!” The beta thundered from where he sat in the driver’s seat, driving them to the pack house.

Lilly jolted awake with a cry at that.

“Your alpha, not mine!” Heather argued right back before soothing her little sister. Only she wouldn’t go to sleep. Not with these two foreboding unfamiliar faces.

“I may not be your alpha, but I am your mate,” Damien tried to hug her sideways but she shrugged his arm off.

“I don’t know a thing about you, why should I accept you?” She spat out, venom coating her words.

Before he could reply, the little Lilly spoke up, “Who are these men, Heather?”

“Two jerks.” She deadpanned.

“Say again!” The beta bit out, the car coming to a screeching halt, as he turned homicidal eyes towards her.

“You heard me right the first time,” she told him defiantly, wondering where she got the courage – she, a nobody – to speak to a beta and an alpha in that tone.

“Are they bad jerks?” Lilly asked innocently.

“No,” both Damien and his beta let out angrily whereas Heather responded by a simple, “I don’t know yet.”

Okay, they had a good reason to track down an unfamiliar scent.

Okay, they had the right to know who the hell she was.

But they had no business dictating her acts, or telling her what she could and could not do. Who did they think they were to make her leave her rented room in the middle of the night, leading her god only knows where?