The Ultimate Alpha’s Disgraced Mate

Vekra Glasses clink against each other. “To Marina!” My friends and I yell at the top of our lungs. We are young, wanton and completely oblivious that our lives will soon be turned upside down. We down the shots in one go and it burns all the way down. “I’m wasted.” Marina says with a giggle, staggering and I catch her. “Get your s**t together babygirl! The night is just beginning.” I say and pour her and Alec another shot of Vodken. My favourite music comes on and I start gyrating to the beat. “I want to get laid tonight.” Alec says and I snicker. “You want to get laid all the time.” “Hard to debate fact.” She says and downs the shot, moving to the music with me. “Stop.” Marina staggers forward. “I have a good one, and it’s for you Vekra.” She says with a wiggle of her brows. I groan. “Oh no.” “Hell yes.” She says with a wicked grin. Tonight, she’s the boss. It’s her reward for going through her Shifting and becoming a full wolf. The last time was Alec and she dared us to do unthinkable things that I still cringe to remember. I’m the only one that hasn’t gone through my Shifting yet, a late bloomer as always. I straighten. “Get it over with.” Alec is far more wicked than Marina is so I have my fingers crossed. “Give us some moves with pole.” She squeals excitedly. “That’s it?” I say with a smirk. Alec groans. “Marina, why are you going easy on her?” “Not everyone has wicked blood like you Alec.” I say and she sticks out her tongue at me. “This is going to be an easy one.” Last year, I became obsessed with how the body moves with the pole. I learned to twist and curl around it, to crook an ankle and have males drooling, to make them wish they were the pole gripped between my thighs. And I did it all with a mask. What would people say if they heard that Alpha Din’s only daughter was in the bowels of a questionable house entertaining men? My father is not popularly known by Folkland as The Saint for no reason. This will be my first show without a mask, I think with excitement. The night feels dangerous and filled with possibilities. “Go on.” Alec says and folds her hands in front of her. I sashay forward a step and then he comes in. The entire room freezes and everyone turns to the door where new power just entered the room. He looks the room over with a hard face, a killer’s face and my heart hammers against my chest loudly. He is so powerful! An alpha no doubt. His aura expands to fill the room, like a roaring animal, deadly and so f*****g commanding no one can look away. Within this room and out, I have never met anyone that packs as much sheer power as this alpha before me. “Bloody hell!” Alec whispers furiously behind me. My breath punches out of my chest. I didn’t know I was holding it. I sniff at the air delicately, my primitive nose picking up the most delicious scent I’ve ever smelled. It’s coming from him. Suddenly, his eyes fixes on me from across the room and I gasp and take a step back. Looking into those soulless eyes is like staring death itself in its eyes and yet... my body shocks me by the scent of my desire in the air. I want to do wicked things with this man while those eyes watch me. Two more men follow him into the club and he looks away and moves with them towards a table. The entire room relaxes collectively, and people continue stealing uneasy glances at him while Alec grabs my arm. “Oh goddess do you know who just walked in here?” She whispers furiously. “I have no idea who but I know I never want to cross him.” Marina says nervously. “Maybe we should leave.” She is right, with them here, the room suddenly feels dangerous, explosive. But the last thing I want to do is leave. “Who is he?” I grab Alec’s arm. “Those two men that came in after him are for sure from the Red Moon pack. I would bet my left arm that was the alpha of Red Moon pack.” She whispers. Marina gasps and I gape. “Red Moon?” I whisper, awed. Everyone knows of the Red Moon pack, the most powerful pack in all of Folkland. But not much is known of the alpha, nothing but the horrible whispers in the dead of night. Alpha Zaden is the alpha that nearly went rogue many years ago, when his power nearly sent him to madness. His mother was killed by a cult of the most powerful Folk, to keep a deadly secret and he nearly tasted madness in his thirst for vengeance. The most powerful of the Folk; werewolves and vampires, sorcerers and witches, moved to stop his annihilation but not a single one could stop the deadly killing machine that he was, not until the last member of the cult lay dead at his feet, along with their families. “Goddess. Yeah we should leave. We don’t want trouble.” Marina says, immediately sober. The club is quickly emptying out, males and females sneaking out before they catch his attention. “No.” I say, searching for him in the club. I find his eyes on me from the depths of the club and my breath seizes with an insane combination of fear and desire. I’ve always had one toxic trait, I can’t stay away from my thrills. Alec grabs my arm and shakes me. “Not this time Vekra. Marina is right, that male is trouble.” She says. I’m surprised even she is backing down. I snatch my arm back. “Why should we leave? I’ve not even danced yet.” I say with a smile. “Watch me, sweethearts.” Before they can say another word, I sashay away, signalling the DJ as I grip the pole. ... Alpha Zaden I stare at the woman from across the room, the one with the distracting scent. I’ve never smelled anything like her before. “How long is the wait?” I ask my delta, third in command. “Any minute.” Ragnar says, his easy and relaxed demeanour betraying the seasoned killer behind his eyes. “You know the drill, we grab him the minute he comes in.” “I won’t let you down Alpha.” “And try to keep your eyes off the skirts.” I chastise and he grimaces and peels his eyes from one. “That one’s easier said than done.” He says and I glare at him. He holds up his hands. “I’m blind today.” “You had better be.” I say. My delta is renowned in his reputation as an unrepentant womaniser. I stiffen when her scent invades my nostrils again. My body reacts instantly, my c**k filling with blood. Find her. More than my body’s visceral reaction, my wolf’s sudden excitement shocks me. I have f****d hundreds of women, not a single one of them have ever stirred my wolf. Who the f**k is this woman? I glare at her a distance away, completely unaware of her effect on me. She is not even looking my way, engrossed in conversation with her friends. And then she does look my way. My breath catches at her beauty. Her sizzling grey eyes meet mine, filled with a healthy dose of fear and... desire. I c**k my head, interested in her reaction. Not many dare to meet my eyes, and not any are so brazen with their desire. Her full lips pull into a smirk and I can picture pushing my c**k between those lips. Fuck. “Alpha?” Ragnar is looking at me curiously. “What?” I snap, more curtly than I should. I’m always in control, always. I don’t like that I cannot control my body’s reaction to the female, at such an important moment too. “That was the sentinel.” Ragnar says. “There’s no hint of him yet.” “Tell me when that changes.” I say and look at her again. Duncan, my beta watches me, ever silent. She looks back at me again, aware that I’m watching her, meeting my challenge. She is a very interesting woman, either extremely foolish or extremely brave. She takes the stage and grips the pole, eyes on me. She caresses the pole, prowling slowly around it. Must have her. I agree with my wolf. Even from half a room away, I can scent her desire, all the men in the room can. “Holy s**t. Now that’s what I call a delicious surprise.” Ragnar’s jaw drops to the ground when she sways her hips and dances down the pole. ‘Destroy.’ My wolf lashes out, livid at another male’s attention on her. ‘Calm down.’ I command him and he seethes silently. But my pack members and the rest of the room have already felt the deadly lash of power, a warning and a promise of death. “Alpha...” Ragnar says with a frown, looking from the female to me in confusion. I stand. “I expect the both of you to complete the mission.” I say. Even as I turn, even as I cross the room towards her, I question my sanity. What in the name of the goddess am I doing abandoning my mission for a female? I have never allowed a skirt to distract me before, why her? Her scent grows stronger the closer I get to her, driving me and my wolf mad. I must have her. My sanity will return afterwards. My c**k strains against my jeans as I stop in front of her. She grips the pole with her legs, suspended from it as she lowers her body backwards until she is looking at me. Her body, her scent, her dance, it’s all so sensual, appealing to me in such a raw way that no woman ever has. I should go back, take my seat and resume my watch but that reasoning is unwelcome. My hands twitch from the effort to keep from touching her. She must have cast a spell on me, or perhaps she is a succubus. But I’ve f****d a succubus before and not even her could make me react like this. “Stand up.” She takes her time, daring to draw out my command.She slowly comes to a stop in front of me. “Who are you?” I ask her. She tosses her hair. “Is that important?” “No.” I say. I don’t care who she is, I’ll be f*****g her regardless. She grins, taking a step closer. “I’ve heard terrifying things about you Alpha Zaden.” She says in a whisper, like she’s confiding in me. “If you’re smart, you’ll believe them. If you’re smart, you’ll run away.” I tell her, a warning. Run, and don’t look back. Call me a monster and tell me you’re scared of me, that you’ll never have anything to do with me. She catches her bottom lip between her teeth. It hits me like a punch in the gut and my eyes sharpen on the movement. I want those lips wrapped around my c**k. She looks unsure but almost like she’s putting on a coat of borrowed courage, she meets my eyes again. “Running away is never an option to me.” Thank the goddess. I push my fingers through her hair and brings her lips to mine.