Just Alpha things

And they meet

Lorenzo POV

"Do we have to go? I mean you don't even like him, why go?" Joshua said lying on my bed, watching me suit up, getting ready for the king's summons.

I rolled my eyes at him, I threw a shirt at his face " I need to see what I'm up against when I fight him to death to get the throne," I say shrugging like it's no big deal. "you need to wear formal for this meeting Josh, we should make an impression, " he rolls his eyes at me, but yet, wears the shirt none the less.

"I don't understand you're obsessed with the throne, I mean you are the most popular and powerful Alpha, " he said sitting on the edge of the bed putting on his shoes. "why try to fight with him?"

"We need a better king, Josh, I can be that. I have been training for this my entire life, and I won't let him take it away from me, I want to see him in the eyes and watch him lose," I smirk imaging the look of defeat on his face, but all I can see is his childhood boyish face. I wonder if he still as hideous as he was before or worse.

"You sound too confident about this, make sure this doesn't relapse in your face," he snickers standing in front of the mirror styling his hair.

I kick his butt and he falls on the floor "don't underestimate me, Josh, I'm still your alpha," I growl my eyes flashing red with my wolf showing his authority

Josh, whimpers as the aura hits him and he submits, showing me his throat, I calm down holding my hand out for him to take. he grabs my hand and pulls himself up "no need to dominate me you asshole, I was just kidding," he rubbed his butt as he glares at me.

I chuckled at him pulling him by his shoulder towards the living area "I don't like it when people doubt my ability to concur with something, especially you, as my best friend you should know me better than anyone else," he shrugs my arm from his shoulder as he watches my father walk out to the living room.

"Alpha," he bows to him, and my father nods at him. I roll my eyes at them, my father is the older version of me the same brown hair, blue eyes, and six feet height, he refused to hand the position over to me because he wants me to overthrow the heir of the throne first.

"Ready to go boys?" he asks as he cuffs his suit, my mother walks to stand next to him, and my father looks at her like she is the most beautiful person in the whole wide world. I gag at them but secretly want it too.

I want my mate to be as sensible, polite, and submissive as a werewolf, I want her to look after the pack like my mother does and I would do the protection.

"Anytime now, Dad " I tease them before walking in front of them, my mom blushes as my dad glares at me, I ignore them and walk towards the limo

We decided to drive together towards the mansion, it would be too much of a hustle when the king summoned all the neighboring packs for the meeting. we drive in silence, it never fails to amuse me at how large the mansion is, for two people living there and a ton of maids it a bit too much. I will change it once I'm the king.

I smile at my thought, I could use this large space to build a proper school and a hospital for the children in our packs. now that would be something.

"Stop grinning, you look like a serial killer" Joshua nudges me with his feet, I kick his shin to keep his dirty, smelly feet away from me.

"good, because I was planning your murder" I smirk watching him squirm in his seat.

"don't let anyone hear you say this, people might think you are a psychopath," he says as gets out of the limo, I sigh and follow him too, it's been a while since the last time I was here, it doesn't look different but there is something that feels different about this place, it gives me chills and for a person who is wearing a three-piece suit during summer is saying something.

"Good evening, Alphas and Luna, King Stefan is will see you in the meeting room," the butler guides us towards the room, I glance at the decor inside the mansion and it's stunning, the hallways contain the portrait of all the previous kings and Queens, 'one day, I will have my portrait hung up here' I smile to myself and follow the crowd.

I stop in my way when unusual fragrance waffles around me, I sniff openly and was about to follow it when Josh, grabs my arm and pulls me over to the room, the scent gets mixed up will a lot of others and I lose it.

Annoyed I sit down at the long table and sulk in my seat "What is wrong with you? stop looking like a fool, people are starting to notice" Joshua whisper yelled at me, I snap out of it and compose myself.

"I don't know, man, I smelt this scent on our way here, and I think... I think... it's my mate," I look at him giddy, his expression changes from annoyed to encouraging

"Are you sure?" he asks looking around the room, checking all the women and girls out, I look too but none of them possess that unique scent.

"yes, I'm sure I think she is getting closer," I smile hyped about it.

The King walks into the room and we stand up in greeting, he sits down and gestures us to do the same. once all of us are seated he begins "I'm delighted to see all of you present here, thank you for coming on such short notice," he smiles.

my father looks bored at him, my father never liked the king because he wanted to be the king during his time, he had challenged the King for his throne but he failed, that's why he wants me to fulfill his dream.

"I want to make an announcement, I suppose, everyone here knows about my son's return" the room fills with the not so subtle murmurs of the murderous prince "please welcome your next inline, the heir to my throne, my son Prince Alejandro King," he announced

The door opens and the scent I had smelt before fills the room with its essence, I frown as to why my mate's scent is was in this ugly b***h, my thoughts wander 'what if he forced himself on her? what if he is torturing her somewhere? oh my God! what if he killed her on his way here?' all these thoughts plague my mind as he walks into the room.

two people enter the room one is dark as chocolate, with a muscular build and nice Nigro hair, he had this no-nonsense face on as he walks ahead and stood by the King, I for sure know that this was not Alejandro because he is not an African-American.

the second person, however, is like the grown-up version of the little Alejandro, he is wearing black combat boots, black jeans, a leather jacket, white V-neck t-shirts, his lips are full and pink, his nose is sharp, his hair is black and shiny but his eyes, they are something else, they are green with a shade darker than the other.

I don't know how long I was staring at him but when his head snapped towards me I knew, I knew he didn't f**k my Mate it killed her or tortured her, he was, in fact

my mate

"s**t,"