Finding The Right Alpha

Chapter 2

The man was an animal in the best way. We had s*x 3 more times in so many positions that my brain struggled to register some and I am so proud to say I came several times and didn’t throw up!

I awoke the next morning to Aaron giving me a little shake to the shoulder.

“Cara. I need to talk to you for a moment.”

“OK.” Was all I could get out with my head now throbbing, my mouth dry and no coffee in my system.

“I’m really sorry, but I can’t accept you.”

I tried to pry my eyes open a bit more to look at him. What the hell was he talking about?

Accept me? OK, I had a feeling it was a one-night stand, so, OK yeah, whatever.

“OK.” I got out.

“Good. What’s your full name?”

Still with my confused expression, I was starting to wonder if last night was a mistake. “Why?”

“Sorry, this is important. I need your last name and is Cara your real first name?”

“Yes Cara is my real first name and Marino. Cara Marino. Why?” I thought about giving him the wrong last name, but my brain couldn’t come up with one without coffee.

“I, Alpha Aaron Maxwell of the Crest Moon Pack, hereby reject you Cara Marino, as my mate and Luna. Now you need to say I Cara Marino hereby accept your rejection Alpha Aaron Maxwell as my mate and Alpha.” And he motioned for me to say it while seemingly in pain.

What the f**k was going on? Is he into those stupid romance novels?

He certainly doesn’t look like the type now that I can see a little clearer. But with my foggy head…

Who the hell did I f**k last night?

This is way up there on the weirdo meter. I now just want to get out of here. Will he leave once I say it? He seemed to be fully dressed and ready to go.

Fingers and toes are crossed he goes, so why not? Let him have his weird little fantasy world thing.

“I, Cara Marino, hereby accept your rejection Alpha Aaron Maxwell as my mate and Alpha.” He suddenly goes down on his knees holding his chest.

WEIRDO!

As quickly as I can in my state, I throw off the covers and started to move to the other side, away from him, to find my clothes and get the hell out of there.

Oh too quick. Too much movement! Too quick… bathroom, bathroom, bathroom!

I quickly run as fast as I can to the bathroom and just make it to the toilet before I throw up whatever is left in my stomach.

Oh god, why did I drink so much?

It’s weird though, I haven’t had bad heart burn with a hangover before, but it’s starting to subside as well.

“I’m truly sorry Cara.” The weirdo behind me says and puts a bottle of water on the vanity beside me. “I booked the room for another night so you can stay here as long as you want, it’s up to you. Fully paid for, so don’t worry.”

I can hear the vibration of his phone going off in his pocket. I hear movement and I assume he fished it out.

I don’t care, I’m too busy humiliating myself by sitting naked, leaning against a toilet ready to throw up again. Oh and all the while in a strange man’s hotel room that just made me accept some stupid rejection thing. I probably look a mess too, my hair is probably everywhere and I don’t want to know about my make-up from last night!

This isn’t my first one-night stand, but I’m thinking it might be my last. If this is what guys are into now as well, it’s time to have a bit of a break. Also, I really do want to settle down.

I have been enjoying the single life, the freedom it brings and honestly, it’s good fun not being the perfect little Italian girl my Nona wants. I have cousins that can live up to that expectation. I prefer to do things my way. It also doesn’t help that I’m an only child, so I'm used to getting things my own way.

My mum is a third generation Australian with Irish and English heritage, so I know my Nona blames my ‘wild side’ on my mum’s heritage. I have rolled my eyes at that many a time, because seriously tell me what Italian woman isn’t hot tempered with a strong will?

A lot of my friends are either already settled down with kids or finally starting to. I was never one to envy them until lately.

I was never averse to settling down, I just wasn’t ready. Now I do look at my friends and their partners and think I would like that. If I can find the right man, I would actually like to get married and have a family.

Being in my early thirties, the biological clock isn’t ticking yet, but I swear I can hear it getting set up ready.

I just need to find a man that I can handle for more than a couple of months and definitely over a year, my longest relationship to date… yeah, no problems at all.

Oh, and I would definitely like one that would be faithful and could handle my quirks. I don’t want one like my poor friend Emily had. They were together for something like seven years and then she caught him shagging a neighbour. Tried to say it was a one last hurrah before he proposed.

Fuck head.

The weirdo behind me sighs, yeah, nearly forgot he was there. I don’t think he answered the call, not that I care, before I heard him walking out. I breathe a sigh of relief the moment I hear the hotel room door close, before my stomach has other ideas.

Yeah, he definitely isn’t the settling down type and it almost makes me want to throw up again thinking about it.

I would like to say I was able to pick up my dignity after that, but I was stuck in that hotel room for another two and a half hours. I had at least 2 showers, threw up a few more times, or dry retched at least and had a bit more of a sleep.

Finally, when my stomach calmed down and I was confident I could make it home. I really didn't want to pay a fine for throwing up in the Uber and I desperately wanted my own bed and a LOT of painkillers.

Well, that certainly was not what I thought last night would be like.

I reject you… Weirdo!

Dodged a bullet I think, at least the s*x was good… from what I can remember…

I groan when I see all the text’s from everyone asking for details. I will deal with that after another sleep and coffee.

Alpha Aaron Maxwell POV

When I hit 30, I was certain my fated mate had died before I met her. That’s why I gave up looking and took a chosen mate, Lyla. That was three years ago now.

Lyla has been a good enough Luna.

She is of Beta blood, so she came from a good bloodline. She was twenty when we marked and mated though, so still very childish, and unfortunately still is a lot of the time.

As long as she does as she’s told, there aren’t any problems, and I just kick her out of my office or ignore her when she is driving me nuts. Her temper tantrums give me a migraine.

She is pretty good in bed and is always up for anything which works very well. As an Alpha, I have a very high s*x drive, so I need to have my needs met.

I came to Melbourne for an urgent Alpha meeting that was organised to talk about the rogue issues in America. It seems to be isolated within their country, but we wanted to meet and talk strategy if it came to Australia. There have been too many injuries and deaths to just sit back and not think it won’t happen to us.

After two days, the endless meetings had finally finished and we decided to go out for one last night before heading home.

I couldn’t f*****g believe it when I smelt Wattle mixed with wild honey, my fated mate. I had finally found her, except she was human and I was already marked.

Sure, it is possible to reject Lyla even though we are marked. It is rare but can be done. The mark fades so it is hardly noticeable and distorts somewhat. It means you can tell the wolf was marked before, but if they're marked by someone new, the mark will take over the other one and you can’t tell the old one was ever there.

If my fated mate was a strong she-wolf or, even better, a Lycan, I would have rejected Lyla in a heartbeat. I know she would have been upset, but if it was someone stronger than her, she would just have to understand.

Since Cara was human it made it easy, I just had to deal with a pissed off Lyla.

I knew Lyla would feel it when I f****d my mate, but I just had to have one night before I rejected Cara. I will deal with the consequences later.

All it would probably take is a new pair of diamond earrings, a new car or something and Lyla would get over it.

I needed just one night with my mate and I deserved it as the Alpha. I deserved to feel what everyone talks about, the electricity, the desire, the connection, even if it was for just one night.

And I was not disappointed. f**k I nearly wanted to get her number so I could come back again, but knew I couldn’t and human’s get attached and I couldn’t let that happen.

My wolf went crazy trying to stop me from rejecting her the next morning, but I knew what had to be done.

I don’t have pups yet with Lyla, but we are trying and she will give me strong ones. I can’t be the laughing stock with a human mate and possibly human pups.

There are rumours the King’s mate is human. I don’t know if I believe it, especially since he is a Lycan and the strongest in a long time. A human’s weakness just doesn’t work in the Lycan/werewolf world.

At least one of the Alpha’s at the meeting has a human mate. There might be more, but no one would admit it freely like him. He is almost viciously protective of her, so we don’t say a thing.

It would be hard to have someone so weak and vulnerable at your side. I feel sorry for him.

I did the right thing, I know I did. Even if my wolf is no longer talking to me and has promised not to shift again, I had to do it for my pack.

My wolf was being such a d**k I just left and didn’t bother saying bye.

I felt my phone going off again in my pocket as I walked out of the hotel. With all the missed calls and text messages from Lyla, I could already feel the migraine coming. I would just have to remind her who the Alpha was and she has to get over it.

My Beta raised his eyebrow at me with a smirk on his face as we met out the front. Of course, the fucker was amused at the situation. I mind-linked him last night to tell him what was going on. I bet he has had a lot of calls as well from Lyla.

I glared at him in warning as I got in the car.

“Did you want me to get her details…”

“No.” I made sure my reply had a bit of my Alpha aura added, so he knew to drop it.

It was now done. I never have to think about her again. I just need to get Lyla pregnant when she calms down.