The alpha's rejected bride

Chapter 8

Rayan Altamonte's pov

" What do you mean I'm to go there," I roar. My father is in his seat, looking at me with a bored

expression. He sighs

" Just that. You are going to pride pack to represent me," I pace back and forth, hating the idea.

I don't want to go to some wedding. Heck, I was five when I attended one.

" I'm not," my father's expression darkened, and he arched his eyebrows.

" Rayan, I'm ordering you," he says...

I glare at him, but he doesn't seem fazed at all.

" Send Jasper," I suggest. My brother likes running errands for him, not me. I'm not too fond of meetings. I prefer being in battle.

" Just go, stay there for three days, discuss strategy with the new alpha, and who knows, you might just

find your mate," he says happily in the last part. My father badly wants me to find a mate.

Most werewolves live for the idea of finding their mates, their better half. It's a crazy, stupid bond that

leaves you vulnerable and weak. I hate it, that's why I'm not looking. I hate being bound to one woman.

" No sir, I'll pass," I shrug my shoulders.

My father is looking at me intensely. I roll my eyes and submit.

" Okay, I'll go," The werewolf king smiles tightly at me.

" Take Darren and your brother with you," he says. I bow and exit his royal chamber.

My best friend, Darren, runs up to me, grinning. He's always happy to leave the royal pack and go on

adventures, while the only adventure I like to go on is parties and nights of s*x.

" When are we leaving for pride pack?" he sounds excited. I scowl and run a hand through my hair.

" Tonight,"

I walk straight to the game room, discussing all we need for the trip. It is said that the pack has had

attacks through the years, and even though we have sent help, they keep coming.

" What do you wear for a wedding?" I ask Darren, putting the controllers down. He shrugs and pours a

drink for me.

I think a tux, but why does the king care about this wedding anyway?"

" He and the late alpha were good friends; he's the godfather of the girl getting married," I explain.

My parents used to take me there when they visited.

The Pride pack is considered one of the strongest and wealthiest packs, and it has remained so since the great war with vampires seventeen years ago.

I'm smiling while Darren rumbles something. There was a girl I used to spend time with within that pack, and her beautiful face kept invading my mind.

Her eyes were unique. They were filled with so many beautiful colors, almost like a rainbow. What a strange combination.

" As in, right?" Darren is looking at me,

" What?" I ask. He scoffs.

" I was saying, the alpha's daughter sure moves on fast. Shouldn't she be mourning?" I nod.

Jasper, my brother, walks into the playroom with a sullen expression.

He plops down and gets a glass of whiskey from my hands.

" No luck?" I ask.

My brother is only twenty-two, but he's adamant about finding his mate for as long as I can remember!

He even goes from pack to pack in hopes of meeting her.

" Bro! You need to stop all this and live life! There are hundreds of beautiful girls here, women that

can't compare to any other normal she-wolf," I advise as an elder brother.

Jasper sighs and gives me a look father would generally give me, and I fidget a little uncomfortable.

" Look at you; you are twenty-four and the future king of wolves, yet you don't even care about anything," he

says.

" So?" My man Darren asks.

" He can't get the throne without a mate," he reminds us.

Father told me to find a mate or the council would pick me. I don't want either. I can lead the werewolves without a queen by my side.

I'm the strongest wolf after my father, and I have many women in line to please me, but none I want.

" I don't need a mate or a chosen bride,"

" You are the crowned prince, brother, and your duty to lead the werewolves," he says vehemently.

" The vampires may be gone for now, but ..." I raise my hand to stop him from whatever he's about to

say.

" Enough,"

I get to my feet and exit the room.

I wander around the castle. The maids bow low, but I do not acknowledge them.

I'm watching the fountain in the middle, and my mind takes me back to seventeen years ago.

A sad feeling is creeping into my heart.

I clutch my chest tightly as I feel constriction there and use my other hand to hold the wall.

" My prince," I feel a light hand on my shoulder and turn to Delish. She's the daughter of one of the

noblemen in the royal council and a good friend of mine; we f**k. No strings attached.

She motions me to follow her, and I do.

Once in the comfort of my suite, I attack her lips hungrily and carry her to the bedroom. She giggles.

" Easy, you beast," I eye the beautiful woman under me. She smirks as she starts to stroke my c**k.

I remove strides of hair from her face and kiss her lips once more.

I caress her wet core and suck her ample breasts. She rips my clothes, and I do the same; I breathe in and enter her warm fold.

Delish lets out a moan as I pound in her.

We continue to do that until we c*m.

We are panting heavily and smiling; Darren is right; we behave like wolves in heat.

After a long silence, she asks.

" How are you?" Her voice is serious now, and I squint my eyes.

" Just great, aren't you? Wanna go again?" I suck her earlobe, mounting her again.

She pushes me slightly. " You know what I mean," she whispers,

" I heard your conversation earlier, and I saw you got reminded of what happened,"

My face darkens, and I get off her.

" Leave," I say, going to the bathroom, but she stops me.

" Stop avoiding the issue and express your feelings. You can't keep all that anger pent up!"

I growl loudly, making her whimper. Delish retreats and bows her neck.

" Look at me," I order.

" You have no right to talk to me about this. I'm your prince, and you are only here to satisfy my needs!"

She swallows thickly, and tears dance in her eyes. Then she gets out of bed and faces me.

" I thought we were friends," Her voice is quiet, and my heart ceases. I sigh and cup her cheeks.

" I want to be alone for a few hours, Delish,"

I walk to the bathroom and stay in the shower for a long time. When the door opens and

shut, that's when I come out.

' That was rude,' my wolf, Rex, says in my head.