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. No one else!

I won’t accept it! I reject her!

My wolf growled threateningly in response to my inner protests, clearly disagreeing with me.

Traitor, I snapped at him.

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 appeared out of nowhere.

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

This pulled her beautiful brown eyes away from me. Thank the Goddess. But then I noticed her hand in Chris’s, and a surge of anger rushed through me. I was ready to jump between them and beat the hell out of Chris for even touching her.

No, she isn’t mine.

Yes, she is, my wolf taunted.

Shut up, I ordered.

I forced myself to stay still. Any movement would make my feelings too obvious, and that would mean admitting I had accepted her.

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

F*ck, that voice. It nearly brought me to my knees. Her words reached me in places nothing else could, warming me from within. Sh*t, this was dangerous because I wanted to hear her keep talking. I didn’t care about the subject. I just needed to hear that sweet voice.

Maybe I could get her to talk about the weather? Or 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! I thought. This couldn’t happen!

I shook my head, trying to regain control, but my wolf was clawing to be let loose, eager to take this female as ours.

Mine.

No mine. No ours!

I wasn’t having any of it, but unfortunately, the Goddess seemed to enjoy torturing me. Suddenly, Chris asked, “Where do you live? We’ll gladly take you home.”

The female’s expression shifted to sadness, and she let go of Chris’s hand. I was relieved by that, but her sudden insecurity and the way she looked ready to run made me shift my weight back and forth. I felt an overwhelming urge to rush over and assert my claim, to be the one comforting her and ensuring her safety.

“I-I… You don’t have to. I’m fine,” she stammered, staring at the ground, looking almost ashamed.

I knew exactly what her words and her shame meant, and I hated myself for speaking. “You don’t have a home, do you?”