The Day They Met
1556 Words
Rosie sits in awkwardness, rubbing her hands in anxiousness.
What she had heard about this man could in no way justify him.
Logan King
His aura is deadly enough to make everyone bow their heads, his grey eyes pools of coldness, seeing right into her soul.
The man was handsome, without a doubt, but a forbidden fruit too.
From what she had heard, he was not like the rest. He was even worse.
He doesn't order obedience; he lives on it.
No one goes against him, or they end up dead, being killed brutally.
However, surprisingly, no one speaks about his association with any women.
Not in his pack, neither in the council.
It's either he is an expert at covering his tracks, or he despises women, considering them to be a weakness.
A man of few words and the most vital member of the council.
He was indeed a dangerous man.
"I apologise on behalf of my Beta. The means he used for negotiation were highly inappropriate."
He says, and Rosie looks startled for a second.
His presence here alone was a surprise, and now this.
Did he just apologise?
With one leg on the other, his posture alone demanded power and respect.
His words sounded genuine, but Rosie couldn't trust him.
Who knows what he was planning?
"Alpha Logan, you are a powerful man in society. I know how it is for you to raid a pack and e*****e innocents. No one questions you, so why are you apologising? "
"To be honest...I doubt your intentions."
He stares and stares.
Did I provoke him? Rosie wondered, staring back at him.
" You have heard wrong about me, Ms Rosie. Your father should have told you more about our world order. I apologised because I felt I did wrong."
"Enslavement is not my way, or you wouldn't be sitting here.... in front of me asking me these useless questions."
Rosie gulped, getting the warning in his tone.
She looks down, feeling alarmed.
He was way more powerful; he could kill her and get this done any second, but he was still discussing.
"Now, coming to business. You already know that no one will accept your position as the Alpha. "
"You will be challenged at the first opportunity they get. And your defeat is inevitable."
Facts, she couldn't refute that.
"So I offer you a deal."
"Hand over your title to me, and I will ensure you are all protected. You can stay here and enjoy your life like nothing happened....under my protection. With no need to relocate to my pack."
"You need protection. I need this territory. We settle for a swap."
" Simple"
Rosie gulps. Can she trust this man?
What if he betrays just like his pathetic Beta did?
No, she can't agree.
No man is to be trusted; an influential person like him?
Never!
"I am sorry, Alpha, but I don't agree with your proposition."
Logan's hand stops. The paperweight in his palms no longer rotated.
He was not used to people not agreeing with him, especially fragile women like her.
He has been gentle till now, but guess what? Maybe they don't understand things the easier way.
He had to drop his facade.
Sighing, he gets up, done with this.
"I thought you were intelligent, Ms Rosie. I thought your father raised you better."
He was hitting her soft spot, enjoying seeing her reaction.
So predictable and gullible.
No way suitable for the position of an Alpha. He thought.
"Don't you involve my father in this! You guys refused to help us when we needed it! Some pathetic excuse of an Alpha you are!"
He doesn't respond, not showing if he was offended.
His following words surprised her.
"So you decided to approach Rebel for help? "
She freezes. How does he know?
No one was spared, so how come he learned it was the Rebel's doing?
"Enlightening you with the man's chargesheet, Ms Rosie. Rebel is a criminal. A declared wanted by the council."
"Seeking the help of such a person and associating with the likes of him can leave you behind bars."
"So what? At least he saved us from beasts like you! Men like you disgust me, Alpha Logan!"
"Blackmailing women to get your way, isn't this what you are trying to do right now?"
Logan steps towards her, making her step back.
Cornering her, he smirks at her.
Admiring the girls' audacity.
"Do you realise who you are talking to, Ms Rosie? "
"And blackmailing? I don't need to blackmail a weak bit*** like you.
I can end your pathetic existence in a mere second."
"Step...back-"
She says, afraid, and he steps closer instead.
His aura made her automatically submit to him when she was Alpha blood herself.
"Sign these papers and live, Rosie. I will not be asking you a second time."
He says, slamming a sheet of paper on her table and offering her a pen.
She felt suffocating.
This man was in no way like the other men she had met.
"I... can't."
She manages to say when Alpha Logan narrows his eyes at her.
A nerve in his forehead was ticking, and his patience was running out.
"Sign it, Dammit!"
He screams, slamming his hand on the table, making the table almost c***k.
She trembles in fear, her hands fist in front of her chest.
This man could kill her any second, the fear of death surfacing.
"I.. can't...I am no longer the Alpha..."
Her words made Alpha Logan go silent.
His eyes changed colour from dark black to his usual grey.
Hand clenching the paper, crumbling it.
"What do you mean?'
He asks, tilting his head to the side, unable to understand this.
When Rosie clarifies it further.
"I renounced the title yesterday."
"I am no longer the Alpha of Silvermoon pack now."
He stared, his following words coming out low and dangerous.
"Then who is?"
Rosie was terrified. She was alone; he could kill her for not answering.
Trying to hide from his malignant gaze, she tries to sidestep when his bulging arm blocks her exit.
"I asked who the alpha is, girl!"
A voice spoke from behind them before Rosie could open her mouth to answer.
Making the Alpha freeze.
"I am"
He wouldn't dare to turn around.
The voice...the fragrance.
They were too much for him.
His beast started rejoicing in his mind, and he clenched his fists.
Rosie looks at the door in shock and manages to go past him towards the girl.
He didn't turn.
He just couldn't.
He hated the idea of a mate.
The idea itself was revolting for him.
Having a girl as his weakness, protecting her all his life to protect his own sanity in return.
It was all bullshit for him.
He has seen powerful men die because of this mate bond, turning weak and helpless.
And no way in hell will he become like them.
If he still has to have a mate to bear his children and carry forward his legacy,
She was to submit to him completely.
She must oblige every word he says and care for him and their children.
An obedient and caring mate in all respects.
But that voice? It was bold and fearless. She was defying and arrogant.
No way near a submissive, but the very opposite.
"Turn around! Turn around!"
His beast was running in circles in his mind, asking him to see his mate.
To see his destined.
But he was reluctant.
Even fearful of the fate this girl will bring and the challenges he will have to face because of her.
He finally dared, taking a deep breath and turning around.
The sight he saw made his heart throb and become audible in his ears.
She was breathtaking.
Long brown hair cascaded down her back to reach her hips, perfect brows, and a small button nose.
Perfectly tan skin, luscious, full lips.
Perfect in all respects.
Except for those eyes.
They were not lowered in submission. Instead, they were staring back at him.
Defying them the very first time he sees them.
They were pools of innocence, though, sucking him in their depths.
And he found himself captivated by them.
Suddenly, something flashes in those brown orbs, and she realises who he is.
Making him smirk.
He recollects the last words that the girl spoke.
The Alpha, huh? Well, things just got interesting.
She was the person he had to convince.
The idea itself felt very intriguing as he approached her.
The girl, Rosie, hides behind her while his mate lifts her head to stare at him in fearlessness.
"Hello, mate."
His words made Vera clench her fists, her eyes changing from brown to hazel as she felt her wolf surfacing.
He knew he would win this negotiation because the person standing before him was already his.
Her body, her soul, her everything.
They all belonged to him.
This territory? Nothing compared to them.
She was his, ultimately, and he would make sure she knew it.
These defiant eyes have to lower; this high-held head has to bow.
But just for him.
And he would make sure that nothing could ever raise against her.
He would be her protector, her saviour.
Her everything if only she agrees to be entirely his.
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