Alpha Meets His Match

7. Rules

We get down to the kitchen and I see his Beta already eating his breakfast with two other plates on the table.  He looks up at me and scowls, then focuses back on his food.  Oh, who is he kidding?  I know he had fun. 

“Oh come on now, you can’t still be mad at me?”  I say as I take my seat.  Vincent grunts as he pours himself a drink from the fridge. 

“I’m not speaking to you woman.” 

“Beta, call me Jo, we are at least that close,”  I say with a smirk.  He doesn’t look impressed.  I roll my eyes at this man child.  “Jesus, you act like you’ve never used anyone before, hell, I’m 90% positive you both have shared women, so what’s the fuss?”

“You’re his f*****g mate.”  

“That he doesn’t give two shits about, so let’s clear the air here and now.  Hi, I’m Josephine Haddish, but everyone calls me Jo.”  I extend my hand, but Vincent comes up to the table and slaps it down- he slaps like a child. 

“He knows who the f**k you are.  This is Josh, my Beta.  You are not allowed to touch him.” 

I shrug my shoulders and start eating.  It’s so f*****g good since I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning. 

I moan in to a bite of bacon and open my eyes to see two pairs of lustful, but extremely angry eyes.  “What?” 

Josh rolls his eyes and Vincent puts down his fork.  “Maybe it’s time to go over the f*****g rules of this household Jo…. rules that you WILL obey.” 

I roll my eyes and continue on with a forkful of eggs.  I can’t stand domineering assholes. 

“One. You will stay on the territory unless I permit it.  The first couple of weeks, you will be restricted to the pack house only.  Be a good little b***h and we can talk about visits to the town.” 

He waits for a reaction from me, but I just wave my hand for him to continue. 

“Two.  What I do in my spare time is my f*****g business- you don’t need to interfere with any of my affairs.” 

“Work or pleasure,”  I say sweetly, batting my eyelashes. 

His eyes ice over… man, if looks could kill.  

“f*****g both.... and Three.  You are not allowed to visit, talk, or touch any male on my territory, and that’s final.”  

At this, I finally laugh at my dear mate.  “Yea, that’s not gonna work for me Alpha.” 

He suddenly gets up and grabs my hair roughly, stealing a gasp out of me.  He smirks, thinking it’s from fear and pain, when in reality, I just wasn’t expecting him to be physical. 

I stare into his cold eyes and steady my voice.  “If you wanted a submissive luna, you have the wrong woman.  Why don’t you just reject me right here, right now?” 

His hand loosens but keeps a firm grip as I see his eyes flicker through unknown emotions. 

He roughly lets go of my hair before settling back in his seat.  I stare at him expectantly for his answer.

“Probably for the same damn reason you refuse to reject me as well dear mate.”  Although he uses a term of endearment, the sound of his voice is anything but.   He picks up his fork and huffs in frustration and starts to eat again as I just look at him.  Josh is looking between us for a minute before continuing on to his meal.

I turn my face away and stare at my plate, forking though some of my eggs.  It seems we’re both equals on one aspect.  

You see, once an alpha finds his mate, the destined luna for his pack, there becomes a shift in the balance.  The more time passes after the luna and alpha are mated, the more secure the pack feels.  No matter who the alpha and luna are, as long as they are together, the people feel a sense of security, living better lives and thriving. 

Not all alphas are lucky to have that for their pack.

That’s the reason I’ve stayed, and so it seems why he wants to keep me around.  We both don’t want his people to suffer because of me leaving, even if he acts like a S.O.B. 

“When can I go to collect my things?”  I asked to break the silence in the room

“They are already on the way, I sent out a team this morning.”  I look at him curiously, because I didn’t give any of my information to him. 

“I called the club up to find out who you were, and got the information from there.  Seems like you were a regular for some time now.”

I smile at that thought.  I loved that damn club.  “Yup, and I can’t wait to go back.  Seems like I’ll need to find some male companions if I can’t get any here.”  I really wouldn’t do that, not unless he would give me a reason.

Josh scoffs as he gets up and goes to clean his plate as Vincent’s eyes try to pull the life out of me.  “I will say this once Jo, and only once.  You WILL NOT touch any other male.” 

“Then you should not touch other females if you don’t want to cry again, Alpha.”

He throws his plate against the wall and I just look at him with a bored face.  He will not scare me into submission.

“Go clean up the mess you made Jo.  I will have two warriors on you for security detail.  Two weeks inside the pack house and that's final.  End of discussion.”  He stalks out, not giving me a chance to rebuttal, but I’m already tired of arguing, so I just stay and eat my eggs.

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Three hours later, I’m almost done cleaning Vincent’s room.  My stuff slowly has started to arrive in boxes when I was halfway through.  Not one male has so much has looked at me and I’m sure that’s Vincent’s doing.  

Bill and Ted are my body guards for the day.  At least that’s what I call them, seeing how they haven’t said a single word to me.

As soon as our ‘discussion’ was over in the kitchen, the familiar cheating pain happened, and it lasted for over 45 mins of me bent over, gasping for breath, and all around being miserable.  And those guards just stood there! 

If this asshole thinks he can deliver me pain without repercussions, he’s in for a rude awakening.

I shuffle through my boxes, and more than grateful his men didn’t do a security check.  Stashed away in hidden compartments of storage boxes and in between some of my favorite shoes, are tools that I’ve kept for years in case I needed to get away undetected. 

Who knew I would need them against my mate?

Finding one of my spare phones tucked away, I begin texting an old acquaintance.   I put on some skinny jeans,  tight red tank top, and throw my hair into a high pony tail.  Finishing my outfit with some red Mary Jane's I'm ready to head out. 

This alpha doesn’t know who he’s messing with.