Billionaire Alpha's Human Mate

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Tristan

I look at Wendy, who leaps into my arms with a high-pitched giggle.

“Oh, my god, Tristan,” she says in her irritating voice. Can you believe it? I am going to be your Luna,” she states.

“Yes, great,” I say while trying to push her away, but she locks her arms around my neck.

My parents and her parents all look at me, expecting me to be happy about this, so I flash a fake smile.

“This is great,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Kiss her,” Father pushes, and I want to punch him.

I peck Wendy on the cheek, and she screeches but lets go of me. I take a deep breath and move quickly to the bar. “Vodka, straight,” I tell the bartender. “Three,” I add.

“What do you think, son?” Father slaps me on the back.

Three shots are set up in front of me, and I down them all quickly. “What do I think?” I ask him. “I think I want to throw up.”

“Tristan,” He growls. “This is a good pairing.”

“Why?” I say as I watch Wendy move through the group while glancing at me, “Why is it a good thing? You don’t even like Samuel.”

“I like him,” He shrugs.

I roll my eyes, “So what’s the catch?”

“No, catch,” He shrugs. “We just thought that you and Wendy deserved to be mates for the good of both packs.”

“Bullshit,” I spat and signaled for more vodka.

“Tristan!” He nearly spits.

“Who is this benefiting?” I ask. “It sure as hell isn’t benefitting me.”

Father raises his fist like he is going to punch me.

“Do it,” I say as the bartender sets down three more drinks.

He lowers his fist and glares at me, “You will marry Wendy Decker, or so help me,” He hisses in my face before walking away.

I slam down the drinks.

“Tristan,” Wendy bounces over and wraps herself around me.

I want to escape from her, but everyone is watching us.

“I am so excited,” She squeals and squeezes me tighter. “Aren’t you excited?”

“Thrilled,” I mutter.

“Oh,” she leans into me, and her scent is foul.

Dragos comes out of his hiding spot to growl. ‘I will never accept her.’

‘I don’t want her,’ I respond.

“Tristan, are you listening to me?” Wendy coos.

“Sure, dear,” I say and manage to peel her off me. I move to the other side of the room and plop down in one of the old chairs.

“She’s lovely, huh?” Veronica sits on the arm of the chair.

“Yeah, just lovely,” I huff.

“It will be okay, Tristan,” Veronica pats my arm.

“You don’t even like her,” I snort.

“Well, it’s not that I don’t like her- “She pauses. “Yeah, I know. But I don’t have to live with her.”

I listen to Wendy’s screeching voice over the drone of the people in the room. “Gods,” I rub my temples. “I thought she had a mate.”

“She found her mate,” Veronica confirms. “But he was just a mere warrior, so her father made her reject him.”

“What?” I speak. “Poor guy.”

“Poor you,” Veronica laughs. “I can’t wait till you have pups, though. Geoffery needs cousins.”

“I am not f*****g her,” I groan.

“Daddy seems to think you are,” She laughs again.

“There you are, dear,” Darren walks up to us. "Lovely,” he gestures to Wendy, who is talking to our mothers and my youngest sister Annette.

“Right,” I sigh.

“Tristan,” Mother walks over. “Aren’t you going to come and socialize with your soon to be bride.”

I give her a look, “Do I have to?”

“Yes,” She insists.

I groan and rise from the chair, and walk towards Wendy.

“I am going to have this whole place redecorated. I really love the white that the humans are all raving about,” Wendy says. “What do you think, Tristan?”

“I think that sounds terrible,” I mutter, causing Wendy to frown. “Why fix what’s not broken?”

“It needs an update,” Wendy says. “Daddy let me redecorate the pack house, and he loves it.”

I glance at Samuel, who downs his bourbon, “I’m sure.”

For the next hour, I pretended I was okay with all of this and moved through the room with Wendy.

“Well, this was lovely, but we need to head home,” Samuel announces.

“Golf on Saturday?” Eli asks. “So, we can catch up.”

I shrug, “Sure,” I say and try to leave the room.

“Tristan, aren’t you going to bid goodnight to your bride?” Mother asks,

“Right,” I mutter. “Goodnight, Wendy,” I say in the least sarcastic tone I can muster. “And goodnight, everyone else. Excuse me, but I wish to retire to my room now,” I say, darting quickly out of the room. I am nearly to the elevator when I am caught.

“Tristan,” My grandfather says behind me.

“Yes, Grandfather?” I turn to him.

“You do not seem happy with your pairing,” he says gruffly.

“I’m not,” I confess.

‘We want our mate,’ Dragos shouts in my head.

“Why?” He asks.

“Um, she’s annoying,” I say. “She’s annoying, and I feel nothing for her.”

“Are you saying she’s not pretty?” Grandfather asks.

“I’m not saying that,” I say. “I’m saying she does nothing for me. How am I supposed to build a life with her?”

“Your mother and father figured it out,” He responds. “I figured it out with your grandmother.”

“So, it’s just another generation of misery, great,” I say. “Goodnight, Grandfather.”

“Tristan,” He looks me in the eye. “You found her, didn’t you?”

“Who?” I ask.

“Your mate,” He states.

I look at the ground.

“Who is she?” He asks.

I just shrug.

“An omega? A human?” He says with a growl.

Again, I am silent.

“Tristan, you know the law. Human mates are not allowed,” He points his finger in my face.

“I know,” I sigh.

“Reject her and marry Wendy,” He growls. “That is final.”

“Yes, Grandfather,” I say as the door opens. “Goodnight.”

“Good lad,” He pats my shoulder.

I reach my bedroom, lean against the door, and slide to the floor. “I can’t reject her,” I say out loud.

‘We aren’t rejecting her,’ Dragos says.

‘But why is she human?’ I ask. ‘Why can’t she be one of us?’

‘She is one of us,’ Dragos counters.

‘She’s human,’ I repeat.

‘Goddess gives some of us humans for a reason,’ Dragos says.

‘What reason?’ I wonder.

‘I don’t know. I am just a wolf,’ he says.

“You are not help, Dragos,” I say and get off the floor. I slink into my bathroom to shower and then climb into bed. I lie, staring at the ceiling as I try to sort out the turmoil in my mind. Eventually, I fell into a restless sleep. I dream about her. ‘Avery,’ I say her name as my alarm goes off.

Like a robot, I go through my morning routine, put on one of my best suits, comb my curly red hair into an acceptable look, and then head downstairs. I grab a coffee and a bagel from the kitchen before heading to the limo.

“Good morning, Alpha,” my driver, Todd, greets me.

“Morning, Todd,” I say and slide into the limo.

Dragos paces in my head as the limo drives out of the pack grounds to the city.

I sigh as I finish my bagel and brush the crumbs off my suit. “It’s going to be a good day,” I say.

“I hear that, sir,” Todd responds, even though I wasn’t talking to him.

“Yes, Todd, it is,” I smile.

“Have a good day,” Todd says as I get out of the limo.

I take in a deep breath, and immediately, vanilla and lavender are in the air. “Thank you, Todd,” I say and follow the scent into the building. It gets stronger as I get on the elevator.

‘Third floor,’ Dragos says. ‘She is on the third floor.’

I do as he says and push the button. The door opens, and the whole place is full of lavender.

“Good morning, sir,” People say, but I walk right by.

I enter a large meeting room full of people. The man in front talking with a pointer stops his presentation.

“Well, this is a surprise,” the man says. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Tristan Emerson, the CEO of Emerson Industries.”

I look out at the dozen or so people. A beautiful woman with braided brown hair and soft brown eyes looks back at me.

‘Mate!’ Dragos confirms.

I steel myself and move to the front of the room. Her eyes follow me the entire time.

“What can I do for you, sir?” the man asks.

“Carry on with what you are doing. I am just here to observe,” I say and stand aside.

“Okay,” He responds and pauses momentarily before continuing the presentation, all about benefits and the like.

I keep my eyes on her, ‘Avery,’ I say. She looked right at me like she had heard it. ‘Avery.’ I say again.

‘Mate,’ Dragos says again.

‘My forbidden, Avery,’ I say to myself.