Good Girl, Bad Alpha

Uninterested

I leave the ballroom as fast as I possibly can, making sure to appear calm and collected despite the fact that I am far from that. My head is a mess. I am starting to develop a tension headache. This is all too much information to process at once. I am not sure if I should be angry, upset, or worried. My wolf cries out in despair as I drag both of us away from our mate. She does not understand the complication of this situation and quite frankly, neither do I. I can hear footsteps behind me as I go towards the elevator to go up to my suite but I decide to ignore them. It is probably just my security guards following me as they were instructed to do. When I reach the elevator I ensure to close the door as soon as possible to prevent others from joining me. I just need a moment alone. As soon as I catch my breath and calm my emotions I can just go back to the ballroom and enjoy the rest of the event as if nothing happened. I also need to make sure that my mate is never responsible for my security again. That would just drive my wolf crazy. I cannot have him attending all of my events with me while pretending that I do not burn for his connection and his touch. When the elevator door opens, it reveals an empty hallway. Thankfully everyone is too occupied at the event, this prevents awkward encounters with people who may question why I am not downstairs. I fumble with the keys in my hands as I approach the door of my suite. I try to unlock the door with the key but I can't seem to get it right. My hands are shaking a little from frustration. I am so close to some peace but this stupid door is keeping me from that. I can still smell my mate's attractive scent, he has a lasting impact on my body. I accidentally drop the keys in the process. Before I can bend over to pick up the keys, a hand reaches down and picks them up for me. In my desperate attempt to open the door, I failed to notice that someone has approached me. "Thanks," I say as I look up at the person. My mate.

"Let me help you," he whispers as he looks down at me. He is significantly taller than I am so he towers over me. I can feel my face beginning to turn bright red. My mate uses the key to unlock the door and he pushes it open for me to enter the suite. I don't say anything, instead, I simply walk inside, trying to close the door behind me. But he doesn't let me. Instead, he sticks his hand on the door and holds it open. "Don't do that," he warns me. I frown. "Stop telling me what to do, I outrank you and you work for my father," I remind him. He smirks. "I apologise. I am just used to getting my way," he informs me. "I am always the one giving commands. I am always in charge and in control. But when I am around you, I lose part of that control," he says in a husky voice. He seems somewhat vulnerable in his words. Something tells me that this man is not vulnerable often. "That does not excuse the way you have been acting towards me all day today," I confront him. He nods. "I know and I apologise again. But you must understand that this situation is a lot more complicated than you think," he tells me. I feel like he is just making up excuses at this point. "Then explain it to me," I suggest. My mate does his usual thing where he stares at me for a few seconds, deep in thought. I sigh and turn around to enter deeper into my suite. I need to take these heels off, they are hurting my feet from standing all day.

I sit down on the bed and start messing with the buckle but all the different layers of fabric from my dress are making it very hard for me to get a proper look at the shoes. That combined with my sweaty and shaky hands makes the task even more difficult. My mate can see me struggling from the door. He steps into the suite and smirks. "Let me help you," he suggests. I slump my shoulders forward in defeat. "Thanks," I say and extend my foot in his direction. My mate slowly walks toward me and gets down on one knee before me. He looks up at me for a moment and our eyes meet. Once again, my stomach fills with butterflies. My wolf wants to draw him closer to me but I know better than that. Now is not the time. I need to collect myself and get ready to go back to the event. I cannot let my father down. So I break our heated gaze by looking down at my foot which still has the heel securely attached to it. My mate looks down and begins to undo the buckle. But he is taking his sweet time, enjoying every moment that his fingers come in contact with the skin on my ankles. I can feel warmth erupt from my ankles and feet and then travel up my leg. I have to take a deep breath to calm myself. Which is rewarded by a smirk from my mate. He removes one shoe then grabs my other foot and lifts it into the air slightly. He rests my for on his knee and proceeds to caress the second foot playfully before removing the second shoe. "Much better," I state when both of the heels are off my feet. He smiles. "Glad I could be of service," he says, making my heart skip a beat. It is the little things that he does that send me over the edge. I want to know more about him. I stand up and walk over to the bags which were carried in by my security earlier. I locate a pair of flats which were packed for me to wear when I get tired of the heels.

"Why has your father invested so much energy into protecting you?" my mate asks, breaking the awkward silence in the room. I look back at him confused. "Because he wants me safe, is that not obvious?" I ask. He shrugs. "A lot of fathers want to protect their daughters. But I have never seen anyone go to such great lengths to offer protection at a ball," he tells me. I chuckle. "My father can be very overprotective at times. This is my first official event without him so he wanted to make sure I was fully protected," I explain. This seems to puzzle my mate. "At your age, I would expect you to have a few events behind you," he states. I put the shoes on my feet and walk back to the bed. My mate has already gotten up from the floor and is standing by the bed with his arms crossed in front of him. "You can't judge me or my father," I begin. "You do not know what it is like to be so vital to the running of the werewolf society," I comment. "Being the eldest daughter of the Alpha Supreme has its downsides, and one of those is the security threat. My father has done everything in his power to protect me from dangers and it has worked well thus far," I explain. My mate nods. "You may be protected but the quality of your life must be so poor," he says. I frown. "You know nothing," I remind him. "You know nothing," he repeats, pointing his finger at me. He is right. "I know nothing because you refuse to tell me anything," I remind him. He smiles. "I don't even know your name," I add. "You will learn my name when the time is right," he states, making me grow more frustrated. "Top secret?" I question and he nods. "Why do you dislike me?" I ask him. I have done nothing to this man for him to treat me like this. "I do not dislike you," he begins but he is quickly cut off by the sound of someone knocking on the door. Both our heads turn towards the sound of knocking quickly. At the door stands my mother and Frank, the Alpha who previously introduced himself to me.

"There you are," says my mother with a smile on her face. "We were beginning to grow worried, you have been gone for quite some time," she states. I sit up from the bed and fix my dress quickly. "I'm so sorry, I needed to change my shoes and I must have lost track of time. I am very tired," I explain. My mate and I exchange looks briefly. "I see you have finally met Alexander,£ says Frank, making my eyes light up. "Ah, Alexander," I say with a victorious smile on my face. Alexander gives Frank an angry glare. "I apologise if my son has caused you any trouble," Frank adds. I raise my eyebrows at Alexander. The Alphas son? Maybe I judged him a bit too soon. There is a lot more I need to learn about this man. "Not at all, Alexander escorted me to my room to ensure that I was safe," I lie. There is no expression on my mate's face. He seems quite unmoved by the fact that I now know a lot more about him than I knew two minutes ago. I believe he is worried that I will expose him as my mate. But I remember his instructions clearly and decide against it. I may not know the reason behind this secret but I trust that it is a good one. "Would you like to go home or shall we return back to the event?" my mother asks. "Let's go back down to the event. There are plenty more people I must meet. I have not gotten the chance to speak to Tomas and Harold," I say innocently to my mother. She seems pleased by my answer. "They will be serving food soon, so I suggest we hurry," Frank informs us. "Oh, I am starving," I state and follow them out of the room. My mother and I walk ahead, leaving the two men behind to talk.

The food served at the event is delicious. The servers fill my plate up with a variety of food, and I make sure to taste as much food as I can. My mother has strategically placed us between the three future Alphas she introduced me to earlier, so the dinner is paired with lots of networking and chatter. I can feel Alexander's gaze on me at all times. He is not happy with me entertaining these men, which confuses me. I am his mate and only destined to be with him. Yet he refuses to acknowledge that. His actions have consequences, unfortunately. "I have yet to visit the Supreme land," states Harold. I gasp. "Oh, you must come one day! It is so magical; I spend most of my time exploring the pack grounds; I always find something new," I inform him. He smiles. "We shall arrange a day soon, and you can give me a tour," he suggests. I agree, and we continue enjoying our food. After a few conversations and glasses of wine later, everyone is ready to get back on the dance floor. Naturally, Harold is the first to ask me if I want to dance with him, and I happily accept. Harold takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor. I know Alexander is watching me, but I do not care much. I came to this event to network, and I am going to do just that. He is doing his job; I am doing mine. I begin dancing happily with Harold, enjoying the last few hours of the event. It is starting to get dark outside, and we will be leaving soon. Everyone is in a good mood, and I consider this event to be mostly successful. As I am dancing I find myself glancing at Alexander now and again. He is trying his best to keep his eyes off me but I do catch him looking sometimes. For the most part, he is standing in his position doing his job. He seems very disciplined. I look forward to getting to know him a little better. I hope I get the opportunity to do that one day. The idea of missing out on a bond with my mate scares me but it is out of my control right now.

When I look over at him again I spot him talking to a lady a little older than me. She appears to be very interested in what he has to say to her. When Alexander catches me looking he smirks, leans into the woman and whispers something in her ear. This excited her a lot and she giggles at his words. I feel something turn inside of me. Jealousy perhaps. But how can I be jealous if I have only known this man for a few hours and we have not even established our relationship yet? I look back at Harold and smile at him. I need to distract myself from what is happening on the other side of the room. I know what he is doing, he is trying to get back at me for dancing with Harold. If he feels in any way similar to me, I understand now. It is not nice seeing my mate engage with another woman who is clearly interested in him. I can't help but look over again, this time they are dancing together. Alexander has his arms wrapped tightly around her and she has a massive smile on her face. I am not an aggressive person but something inside me wants to wipe that smile off her face. She is touching my mate. How dare she. But instead of taking action, I take a deep breath and focus back on my dance partner. I was previously making sure to keep the dance at a professional level but if Alexander wants to play a game, both of us can participate. I step closer to Harold and smile. "You're an excellent dancer," I compliment, earning a smile from him. "This is just the beginning," he informs me, making me giggle. He snakes his arm around my waist a little tighter and swirls me around the dance floor. As it is getting quite late many people have already given up on dancing, clearing the way for more movement. Harold grabs my hand and twirls me around, making use of the beautiful gown which sparkles in the light. I giggle. At that moment I feel like a princess. Harold can see the happiness on my face and continues to spin me, making me giggle out loud. My head is starting to become dizzy but I am not concerned, I am simply having some fun. I am about to stop spinning when my body comes into contact with something big and sturdy, sending me crashing backwards. I let out a soft squeal, expecting my body to come into contact with the hard floor, but I don't. Instead, I am caught mid-fall by a pair of strong hands. I cover my eyes in shock and when I finally look up I notice Alexander standing before me. Did he do this on purpose? Did he knock me down?

"Oh gosh, Jasmine, I am so sorry!" calls out a voice from behind me. I look over and find Nicholas standing beside Harold. Both of them appear to be firghtened. "What happened?" I ask as Alexander pulls me up and stabilises me on my feet. "Are you alright?" he asks me with concern on his face. "Yes, I am fine. Thank you. What happened?" I ask again. "I was just walking across the dance floor and did not notice you, you hit off me and fell down. Thankfully Alexander was nearby to catch you," explains Nicholas. I look between the three men. Everyone is staring at me awaiting my response. "It's okay. Accidents happen. I am glad Alexander was here to save the day," I say and smile. Everyone lets out a breath. They were all very concerned for me. "Thanks for the dance Harold, but I think I am ready to go home," I say and look over at my mother who has been watching the events unfold from the side of the dancefloor. "Let me escort you back to your room," says Alexander, giving the two men a dangerous glare. "That's okay. I can go with my mother," I mutter but Alexander does not take no for an answer. He offers me his arm which I take. I am not in the mood to argue with him anymore. I just want to get out of this dress and back into my bed. "We can stay here for the night, you seem exhausted," my mother suggests and I nod. Travelling back to the packhouse seems like too much hassle right now. I just want to sleep. Alexander and Frank escort my mother and me to our room. My mother and Frank enter the suite while I stall outside with Alexander. "Thank you," I say again. He nods. "It is my job to look after your safety," he reminds me. I nod. That's right. The only reason he was there to catch me is that it is his job. Nothing more. I feel defeated. I was hopeful that something would happen between us be he appears to be uninterested in me. I say goodnight and walk into the suite. I don't even give him a chance to answer. I just need to get away from him.