Claiming My Beta's Mate

10

Thorn.

“No. You are not going to force me to take dancing lessons like I’m some princess in a castle. I am the Alpha of the Moonsdale pack, not a bobble head.” I say, walking away from Aunt Susan.

“You are going to be surrounded by Alphas and Lunas from several states, countries and continents. If you want to look like a mess. Then, go on. I won’t stop you but you.” She says and I stop walking.

Deep down, my Aunt is right. I know it is imperative to take these dancing lessons because I don’t want to appear as messy or disorientated in front of other Alphas that look towards the Moonsdale pack with adoration.

“Whatever Aunt! I have only an hour to give for this dance lesson, nothing more.” I say.

I enter the hall and Delilah is sitting on a chair. Her curly hair is over her shoulders in a graceful manner, she is crossing her legs and her lips are slightly pink. The dance teacher is playing the piano but he gets up on his feet as soon as I enter.

“Finally, you have joined us. Welcome. I am Mr Pat, and I’m going to make everyone wish they had a love story like yours.” Mr Pat says.

I roll my eyes at his words and after, I adjust the sleeves of my shirt to get this over with. Mr Pat makes us stand beside each other and slowly, he forces me to put my hand on her waist and her small hands on my shoulder.

Her face is cast against my chest and mine is looking at her lips. At close contact, I can see the mark that l put on her. It has healed and it is a beautiful mark except it was a mistake. Her soft scent is defiling my nose and senses.

In as much as I would like to lie to myself, Delilah has a hold on me that no woman has ever had. It is also the reason why I have to get away from her as fast as possible. Mr Pat begins to play the piano after showing us the direction in which we are supposed to move.

As the sound of music begins, I begin to move but Delilah is finding it a bit hard to dance.

“Have you ever taken dance classes? Of course, you didn’t! It’s common for people in your class.” I say and she frowns her face.

It looks like she is trying her best to get the coordinates of the steps but she flops, stepping on my feet and my face tightens.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers, her eyes gazing at mine and I hold her once again.

Mr Pat continues the music again and we have to resume the dance routine. I can hear her heartbeat, she is scared to flop.

“Excuse me, I have to make a phone call. Please, continue the dance routine, we will continue the next step when I arrive.” Mr Pat says and he leaves the room.

Delilah exhales, doing everything in her possible best to look away from me. She steps back on me again and I let go of her this time.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers but I wouldn’t let it pass at the moment.

“Are you sorry? Well, I think you are doing this on purpose.” I lament.

“You said it yourself! People like me never took dance classes. I don’t want to speak to you. Can we finish this so that I can leave?” Delilah says and places a hand on my broad shoulders once again.

In retort, I pull her closer but I guess that’s too much because I end up kissing her in a snap and due to the shock of our lips coming together, her balance fails and I grab her.

We end up falling on the floor but it is the most intimate way ever? I protect her by making sure that she lands on me. Her heavy but soft bosom is resting on my lonesome heart. Her eyes are closed and I move my hands but I realize that I’m grabbing something curvaceous and round.

“Holy s**t!” Mr Pat says as he enters the room and Delilah stands and gets away from me.

I get up from the floor and Delilah instantly slaps me across the face. It hurts like a fist and as she pulls her gown over body. I realized that what I squeezed was her buttocks. That realization keeps me numb because I can still tell what it felt like, pleasure ignites in some parts of me but a second slap from her awakens my mind.

“How dare you!? Keep your hands to yourself or I’ll take it from you!” She says and I try to explain that it’s all a misconception.

Delilah storms out of the dance room and Mr Pats leaves in confusion too. What did I just do? But more importantly, what am I feeling? Her body, her scent, she is exactly like her name.

A damn seductress.

I walk out of the room and with my heightened senses, I can hear my Aunt talking to Mr Pat.

They what!? Aunt Susan asks.

“They were on top of each other. I think your plan is working perfectly. You were right to call me for a dance class. At any moment, they won’t be able to get their hands off each other.” Mr Pat says and they chuckle.

“At this point, they would be ready for each other on their wedding day. The full moon will increase everything to its peak.” Aunt Susan says and continues to laugh.

I cannot believe it. Did they just plan this entire thing intentionally? How do I explain to Delilah that it was a mistake? And how do I stop myself from thinking about it over and over again.

It looks like my Aunt has won. My wolf has gotten a slight contact with Delilah and now, it will not stop until he craves more. I look down at my pants and the evidence is hard, poking out successfully.