Alpha Ragnar

Chapter 4

I don't respond for a long while. I can't even make a single thought go through my head. All I can

do is stare at the waiting blonde who looks at me expectantly.

I flap my mouth like a fish a couple times before taking a deep breath and getting sentence out.

"No you're not," I deny quickly.

No. Stormie is my only mate. Dead or not. I think back to our first night together. I had finally

opened up, which was what led to us having s*x. I'd confessed how afraid I was to loose her and

after our night of passion, she had made me a promise.

Lying on her side, she was curled under my arm and her warm breath tickled my chest.

"I'm yours. I am your mate. Unless you wanted me to leave, I wouldn't dream of it. Till death do

us part, Ragnar. And even then, because if it was death separating us, I'd find you there too."

Her words were so sincere and I knew she meant every word. She's dead now, but what if our

roles were reversed. She was a wild one. Absolutely insane and sometimes unstable.

Enough so that I feared she would kill herself if I died first.

Somehow, she had managed to convince me it was okay. She promised she wouldn't go until the

pack was in good hands and would undoubtedly prosper. She made it sound so right and as long

as we were together, it was right.

I'd be a fool and a liar if I said I wasn't thinking about taking my own life. She would have for

me. Shouldn't I for her? Then I think about how calculated she was. She didn't expect thiat from

me. There's a reason she didn't make me promise the same to her. She knew. She knew that I

wouldn't be able to leave my pack even if she was gone. 'Thats what you do when you're

responsible for lives other than your own isn't it? You do what you have to do.'

In this case, I'll just have to keep living. If I can't live for my mate, I will live for my pack.

"-ar? Ragnar?!"

I blink a few times before the room comes back into focus and I realize Miranda is snapping her

fingers in front of my face.

Growling fiercely, I warn her not to do that again.

Judging by how fast her hand snaps down to her side how rod straight her posture is, I'd say she

wouldn't dare put her hand in front of my face ever again.

"That's not how you're supposed to treat a mate," she says with uncertainty.

I frown and grab her wrist lightly. Nothing. How could there be anything? She's not Stormie.

"I don't feel anything. You're delusional and it's late. Go to bed. Don't bother cleaning up here

unless I specifically ask."

My attempt to dismiss her flies over the woman's head and she begins talking yet again.

"Wait! No, you are my second chance mate! I'm yours! I don't know why you can't feel it, but if

you give it a chance I know you'll experience the pull."

I nearly roll my eyes, but opt for crossing my arms Instead.

"There's nothing there. I don't feel anything. What do you feel and if you are my second chance

mate, explain to me why I don't feel what you supposedly feel."

There's a moment t of silence before Miranda puts her hands on her hips and stares at me with a

strange determined look.

"I feel... A pull, okay? I'm drawn to you and there's like, a magnetic buzz when we touch. It's

pleasant. I think k there's two reasons you don't feel it."

I raise my brow at her dramatic pause and scrunch my face angrily when she tries to make me

respond before continuing.

After slight fear flashes through her eyes, she seems scared back into talking.

"First, we're second chances, so obviously the pull isn't as strong as the origional. Second, I think

maybe you're still hung up over your last mate. Luna Stormie right? I wasn't here when she was

alive, so I never got to meet her, but I hear it's been two months and it's time to think about

putting the past behind you Ragnar."

Why does everyone keep saying that?

Hearing it come from Miranda with such an entitled and factual tone only makes me angrier.

Did she just tell me to get over my mate so that I could move on with her? Baisically.

The thought makes my body feel like its on fire and I can't help, but let my attitude combust a

little bit.

"HOW DARE YOU!"

Miranda cringes and takes a fearful step back.

"MY MATE AND HOW I CHOOSE TO DEAL WITH HER DEATH IS NOT UP FOR

NEGOTIATION! I DONT EVER WANT TO HEAR YOU TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT,

SO DONT BRING IT UP AGAIN! GOT IT?"

She nods rapidly and I continue to back her up until she's in front of the door.

"GOOD! NOW GET OUT!"

With that, she scrambles out of my room with mild whimpering. When I hear the door slam, I

sigh and drop to the bed, burying my head in my hands.

Second chance mate. As if.

If.

What if?

My mood turns sour as I consider that girl actually being a second chance mate. Mine.

That word sounds so strange when used in a context that I picture her face next to. She couldn't

possibly be mine.

Could she?