My human alpha mate( imperfect mates two)

Five

     “I don’t know what you’re talking about” I lied, going back to my car, but he pulled my wrist, and the touch of his skin in mine left tingles behind even though it was not strong as when my mate touched me. I turned fast to look at him, my eyes were full of horror and confusion.

    “Who are you?” I said, snatching my wrist from his hand. I already found my mate and I knew he was not mine, but why do I feel tingles when he touches me? And why do I feel comfortable when I'm with him? As soon as I had that thought, my wolf growled in my head. 

     ‘I don’t like him' said Luna, my wolf. Before he could respond, a bright light came to view, threatening to blind my heightened eyesight. The car stopped in front of my car, and Dominic came out, only wearing his sweatpants. 

     His black hair was wet and tattoos adorned his upper half. I could see he got more tattoos since the last time I saw him. He smirked when his eyes landed on me.

    “Sister, you should have called” he said, coming to give me a hug, but I was not touching him after what I saw, so, I stepped back from his big frame. 

    “Why? Why would I call when I knew you were just going to ignore it?” I questioned. Dominic was a loner, he hadn’t kept contact after he left the island, but I knew dad had people who regularly check to see if he’s safe, and now I know the reason. 

     “So we could avoid an incident, like the one you just saw from happening again. If I don’t answer, just text like any other person would. I thought you were going to Byron's so what made my perfect big sister disobey Chris and Lily?” he mocked, and I glared at him.

     “You’re disgusting, and I only came here because I needed you.” I said, sadly. My mood changed, remembering what had happened today.

     “What’s wrong?” he growled. None of my brothers liked to see me sad. Even though I was the oldest, they protected me like I was the youngest, and I was closer to the crazy Dominic than the twins.

      Those two were very close and Byron liked his books while Clement loved training and fighting. He was the best fighter on the island after our Beta Caleb, but dad can probably kick both their butts, and the thought of him hurt.

     How do you forgive your father for being partially responsible for your mother’s death? For being the reason that you never knew her, spoke to her, hugged, and felt protected in her arms how?

     “I will tell you tomorrow, right now I'm tired, and I need a clean bed to sleep on” I purposely said the clean part so he can be reminded that I knew what they did in his frat house.

     “I got just the place for you, it’s reserved for VIP's” he smiled, opening my car door for me. I entered as he closed it back, and he said something to the strange boy who confuses me. He nodded, going to his car and I followed them with mine.

      When we got back to the pack house I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander around looking for my mate, who had no idea how we were connected in the first place.

      He was nowhere to be found and I followed Dominic who led me to the basement. I scoffed the moment we descended the stairs, and I heard him chuckle. I resisted the edge slap him on the head, like mom always do when he misbehave.

      “This is your humble abode” he said, showing me the small room with only a single bed, a TV on the wall and a small bathroom that only had a toilet without even a shower.

     “This is a fancy dungeon” I mumbled angrily, making him laugh as I plopped down on the small bed.

     “It’s the only room that is soundproof and you know these idiots are going to party until dawn” he said, sitting next to me and the smell of alcohol filled my nose, making me twist it in disgust.

     “You reek of alcohol and wolfsbane. You know that substance is dangerous. Didn’t you listen to Byron?” I asked him. Byron used to give us small lectures until we fell asleep, and I as a big sister listened to some of them.

     “Nah, I was only there because his voice made me fall asleep faster” he said, grinning and I smiled too. I kissed him on the forehead. I knew he was the only brother that could at least understand how I felt, and I missed the i***t.

     “I know I’m drunk, but I’m willing to listen while you vent about mom and dad. I know how annoying they can be” he said, placing his head on my lap. I was the one who needed comfort, but I was comforting him. Being a big sister sucked.

     I thought about my day, and I groaned shaking my head no, while I played with his hair forgetting he couldn’t see me. There was still so much to process, the news that my father was partially responsible for my mother’s death, finding my mate in the arms of another woman, and the stranger who I can’t seem to forget which was weird.

      This day was the worst I ever had, and I didn’t even have time to process everything, but as fate would have it, the worst was yet to come. I still had one more surprise to suffer through, and I didn't know it as I sat there, playing with the wet hair of my snoring brother.