The Alpha’s Feisty Mate

A talk with my father

Isabella POV

Before hopping in the shower, I headed to my room and stripped out of my sweaty clothes.

Once I was done showering, I got out and slipped on a pair of panties and a bra, followed by a pair of high-waisted torn dark denim jeans and a navy blue off-the-shoulder crop top. I don't use much makeup, but I added a little eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss to finish the look.

I didn't bother doing anything with my long hair. I just left it down, giving it a chance to dry naturally. I was ready for the day and in a much better mood.

“Isabella, I need to speak with you in my office." My father mind linked me. (Werewolves have the ability to speak with one another through our minds when we belong to the same pack.)

“Yes, father, I'm on my way," I replied, with a sigh, knowing this can't be good. He sounded short.

My father, Alpha Blain, is a great leader. He would do anything for his people. He can also be a scary man when you get on his wrong side, I know from experience. I can't help it, my mouth has a mind of its own, and I often speak before thinking about it.

My father taught me to fight, and he's proud of how well I can handle my own, but what he disapproves of is my mouth. Shocking, I know, right? He and Declan are constantly scolding me, saying if I don't get control of my mouth, it could get me into trouble one day. They're probably right, but I swear it's like turrets, I've tried to control it, but I can't.

As I approached my father's office, I could hear voices inside. It sounded like my brother and father were having a heating conversation. I couldn't make out what was being said, so before I was caught listening, I decided to knock.

“Come in," My father said.

I opened the door and found my father sitting behind his desk with a frown on his face. My brother was sitting in one of the leather chairs on the other side of the desk.

“Sit down, Isabella." My father ordered. I complied and sat next to my brother.

I could feel the tension in the room, and my father looked frustrated and tired.

“Declan was just telling me how training went this morning," my father said, with disapproval written all over his face.

I sunk into my chair, glancing between my father and Declan.

Declan had a serious face as well, but I could see a slight hint of regret in his eyes.

“Isabella, I trained you to be a strong warrior, and you are, but your mouth will get you into trouble." My father said exactly what I was expecting him to say. Before I could reply, he continued, "You can't go disrespecting my top warriors in front of the pack." He finished and let out a heavy sigh.

“Father, Derek asked for it. I stood my ground." I said, with irritation in my voice.

“You know, sweetheart, you remind me so much of your mother. She was just as fierce and stubborn as you are." My father said with a sad sigh.

“You always say that, father. I know you miss her. I do, too." I replied to my father with a sad smile.

When I was two years old, my mother died in a rogue attack. My father was devastated. He was a wreck for years after the attack. His Beta stepped in and helped him lead the pack until he was able to get back on his feet.

I don't remember my mother, I was too young, but everyone always said that I look like her and have the same feisty and determined personality.

“Well, on another note, Isabella, your birthday is in three weeks. You'll be able to find your mate." My father said, sounding hopeful.

“Yes, father, my birthday is coming up, don't get your hopes up on me finding a mate. If I'm fated to another Derek-type wolf, I can tell you right now that I'll reject him," I said with determination.

“You can't reject your mate, Bella!" Declan said, in frustration, while shaking his head in disbelief.

I get it. Declan is 23 and has been looking for his mate for four years. He can't wrap his head around the idea of rejecting the mate bond, but that's not me, and a mate is not something I need in my life.

“It's time to listen, Isabella," My father practically yelled at me. I didn't say anything and waited for him to continue.

“When you find your mate, you will not reject him. He is the other half of your soul and is meant to protect you. Do I make myself clear, Isabella?" My father said with a stern voice.

“Father, that's not a promise I can make, I am strong, and I can protect myself. You know that I don't need a man to keep me safe." I said to my father, with irritation in my tone.

My father rubbed his face with his hands, clearly frustrated at my defiance.

“Isabella, we just want you to be happy and safe. Why do you have to be so stubborn?" Declan added.

“I love both of you more than anyone else, but I will not cave to the mate bond. I'm sorry." I replied firmly.

‘It's 10:00 am. I'm allowed to pipe in now,' my Wolf Bri (Brianna) jokingly said in my head.

‘Oh, and FYI, Bella, I'm on your father and brother's side. When it comes to our mate, I won't let you reject him.' She said in a serious tone.

‘I’m telling you right now, Bri, if our mate is anything like Derek, I don’t want him.’ I shot back at her, and she retreated to the back of my head with a huff of frustration.

“There have been several rogue attacks lately, not just in our territory, but neighbouring packs have also been attacked. We will be meeting with the neighbouring Alpha’s in a week to discuss this problem.” My father said, changing the subject, knowing that I wouldn’t change my stance on the mate bond.

“Isabella, when the Alphas arrive, I expect you to be on your best behaviour. That means watch your tongue and show respect. Is that clear?” My father asked, giving me a pointed look.

“Yes, father, I get it.” I shot back, annoyed at this whole conversation.

“If that’s everything, father, may I go?” I asked.

“Yes, Isabella. Just make sure you have some formal dresses ready for when the alphas arrive next week.” He added.

“Yes, father,” I said, fighting hard not to roll my eyes at him. I got up and left his office.

I made my way down to the kitchen, feeling hungry after my infuriating conversation with my father.

I walked into the kitchen and ran into Jet. He had a big smirk on his face, and his hands were covering his balls.

“Jet, what the hell are you doing?” I asked with a chuckle.

“Well, your brother warned us about your fascination with breaking balls, I saw you break Derek’s nose today, so I can’t help but be cautious.” He said while shaking his head and chuckling.

I punched his shoulder playfully “ Don’t piss me off, and you might get to keep them.” I replied with a wink. Jet let out a chuckle before walking away.

It was past breakfast time, so the kitchen was empty. I made my way to the fridge and pulled out ingredients to make myself a BLT sandwich.

While I was assembling my sandwich, I felt the presence of someone behind me. I looked back and found Derek standing at the entrance, with a cocky smirk and arms crossed over his chest.

“You know, Isabella, you would be the perfect mate if it weren’t for your mouth.” He said while leaning against the wall, watching me.

“I could say the same thing about you. Oh wait, even without your arrogant mouth, you still wouldn’t be perfect.” I shot back at him.

Derek moved behind me. I felt his front pushing against my back. He placed his hands on the counter, on either side of my hips, and I could feel his breath on my neck. I felt disgusted at his close proximity.

“Listen, little she-wolf. If you were mine, I would take pleasure in breaking you into submission. Deep down, that’s what you want, isn’t it? You want a man that will make you obey.” He whispered lowly into my ear. I can feel his disgusting breath fanning my ear.

I continued making my sandwich without reacting to his words. I knew ignoring him would agitate him, and sure enough, I could feel the anger seeping out of his body within a minute. I smiled internally in satisfaction.

I put my sandwich down and turned my body so that I was face to face with him. I hated how close I was to him.

“Derek, first off, I would never be yours. Secondly, I feel sorry for whoever ends up being your mate.” I said with a smirk before continuing. “ The only one who was broken today was you and your nose.” I continued to smirk at him.

Derek’s eyes were completely black, and the anger on his face was unmistakable. I knew his wolf was trying to come forward.

The next second, Derek’s hands were wrapped around my neck. “You will learn your place, Isabella. Like all she-wolves should.” he spat at me with so much anger.

I could have fought him, but he just wasn’t worth it. I already had enough pressure coming from my brother and father regarding my so-called “attitude,” so creating another scene wouldn’t help me.

“What do you want, Derek? You already know I’m not afraid of you.” I told him in a bored tone before crossing my arms over my chest.

“What do I want? Oh little one, let’s start with respect, work our way from there.” He said before running his nose down to the crook of my neck. I was just about to knock him out when we were interrupted.

“Hmmmmm, Bella, is Derek being a creep again?” I heard Clair's voice ask from behind Derek.

“Yup,” I replied while glaring at Derek.

“You know, that intimidation crap won’t work on her. Get lost.” Clair said, directing her statement to Derek.

Derek’s anger was bubbling to the surface. He looked like he was ready to explode. Without saying anything, he let go of me and stormed out of the kitchen, leaving Clair and me to eat my delicious BLT sandwich in peace.

“You know Bella. You're going to meet your mate soon. As much as you act tough, you won’t be able to blow him off like you do to all the other guys.” Clair said with a sympathetic look.

“I don’t care if he’s my mate. I won’t put up with anyone that thinks I’m anything less than his equal.” I replied, taking a big bite of my sandwich.

“Ok, ok. I’m not here to be the downer. How about we get out of here and go have some fun?”Clair asked with a mischievous smile.

“Hell yes! Let’s do it!“ I said, excited with a big smile on my face.