A bite from an Alpha King

Book Three: A Second Chance Mate

This book will follow the journey of Damian and Isabella

Mate.

No, no, no. That was a hard no! I refused to listen to my wolf, who practically shouted the word in my head. There was only one female for me, and that was Amelia. No one else! I refused it! I refused her! My wolf growled threateningly at me, as I spoke the words inside of myself. He clearly didn’t agree, and all I could think was traitor! Our Amelia was the only one for us, so why was he suddenly so interested in this little female in front of us? This half-blood, who had turned up out of the blue. I couldn’t let this happen. Amelia was the one, and she was waiting for me on the other side and here I stood and almost drooled over someone else. No, I refused her. Right now. I was going to say the words.

“What’s your name?” Chris asked the little one, as he turned to her.

This took her beautiful brown eyes off me. Thank the Goddess, but then I noticed her hand in Chris’s, and I was just about ready to jump between them and beat the sh*t out of Chris just for touching her, but then I reminded myself, she wasn’t mine, and stating such an obvious claim would be admitting I had accepted her.

“Isabella,” she said in a small delicate voice.

F*ck, that voice. It almost sent me to my knees. Her voice reached me in places nothing else could, and it warmed me. Sh*t this was dangerous because I wanted to hear her keep talking. I didn’t care about what, I just needed to hear that sweet voice. Maybe I could make her talk about the weather? Or maybe even better make her moan my name, as I buried myself deep between her thighs, marking her as mine … Oh no, this was bad. Very very bad! This could not happen! I shook my head trying to get myself under control. My wolf was clawing to be let loose and take this female as ours, making sure this time we didn’t fail in marking her completely and keeping her away from anyone who tried to hurt her.

Mine.

It was a no! No mine. No ours! I wasn’t having any of it, but unfortunately the Goddess seemed to like torturing me, because suddenly Chris asked:

“Where do you live? We’ll gladly take you home.”

The female suddenly got a sad expression in her eyes, and she let go of Chris’s hand. That part I was glad about, but her sudden insecure energy and the way she looked like she was ready to run, made me shift my weight back and forth. As if I was once again ready to run over there and state my claim, so I could be the one comforting her and making sure she was safe.