Taming His Alpha Female

done hiding

*George’s POV*

The sun shone on my face like a spotlight in an interrogation, blinding me with its light. I fought against my heavy lids and saw that it was a new day. I had collapsed on my bed, still fully dressed from the night before. I had slept a solid six hours and felt no more rested than I had when I arrived here from the club. Closing my eyes, I can still see her startled expression, and the back of her head as she walked away from me. I clutched at my aching chest. The memory of the other men touching my girl strangled me and beat the air out of my lungs.

For the first time I can put myself in Damian’s shoes, and I feel like an ass, shuddering at the memory of challenging him for his mate. Of course, I was going to lose her to him. He wasn’t only every girl’s wet dream; he was her fated mate, and now I know how it feels. Picking up my phone from the nightstand, I hesitated. My stomach churned, contemplating whether to call him and tell him I was sorry. What good would it do now? If I were in his shoes, I’d outright reject the call along with the apology. You asshole, I scolded myself as I dragged my aching body out of bed to take a much needed shower. Catching sight of my reflection, I froze. Holy s**t. It looked like a truck steamrolled me... Twice. Split lip, two black eyes, another bruise on my chin. Blood had dried in my stubble. That guy, whoever he was, sure could pack a punch. I smirked in pride, knowing he looked worse than I did when I left him. It took comfort in that knowledge.

After my shower, I procrastinated walking over to the dining room, where Gigi and AJ would wait for me. I took a deep breath, readying myself for the Spanish inquisition that awaited when Gigi saw me. There was no hiding this from her, or anyone else. All I could do was tell the truth, and hope that it was enough to satisfy her.

“Morning,” I said with a casual nod, pulling out my chair to sit at our table.

“Good lord...” Gigi gasped. “What the hell happened to you?” She leant over to touch the cut on my brow.

“You should see the other guy,” I said with a snort, winking at her, hoping she would let it go. I wasn’t about to announce my mate to the world. She hadn’t accepted me... yet. Was I going to lie when she asked me? Or just avoid the topic altogether?

“Bro, are you alright?” AJ asked, looking stunned.

“Seriously now, what happened?” Gigi asked, this time with increased persistence. No running from this, I gulped, just pull off the darn Band-Aid already.

“You know what...” I feigned confidence. “I only fought a guy for a girl, no biggy.”

“No biggy, huh?” Gigi said, raising a brow in suspicion. “Well, I hope she was worth it. We will leave later today, anyway.”

“She’s my mate,” I said, almost stuttering the confession. Falling clumsily over the words, I wanted to avoid saying aloud.

“What?” she exclaimed, shooting out of her seat like a rocket. “when do we meet her? I can’t wait to get to know her. Just think... we would be best friends...” She was doing what she always did... get carried away. AJ rolled his eyes, with the corners of his lips curved into a gentle smile. There was nothing, and I mean, absolutely nothing Gigi could do that he wouldn’t find mesmerisingly adorable.

“It’s complicated.” I diverted my gaze from her excited expression.

“In what way?” she asked, her brows knit together.

“I don’t even know who she is. I only have a name to work off. She wouldn’t give me anything else.” I felt embarrassed to admit this to them, resisting the urge to squirm in my seat like the spineless worm I believed myself to be. It wasn’t often that one’s fated mate ran from you like the plague. “I know we were only passing through, but I can’t leave now.”

“George-”

“I need to see this through, win her over, or else I would never forgive myself,” I said in protest, interrupting her.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else,” she told me, placing her hand over mine.

“You are a good guy. Now go get your girl,” AJ smiled.

“I need to hit the gym first, get my head cleared. Don’t leave without saying goodbye, alright,” I said, blowing out a heavy breath.

*Miranda’s POV*

I opened by eyes to the smell of fresh coffee and the sight of my best friend sitting cross-legged on the bed next to me, staring at me as if she were trying to penetrate my thoughts with her mind.

“Not yet, Lil,” I said, rolling over to look in the opposite direction as I exhaled audibly.

“Now is as good a time as any,” she told me, her voice impatient.

Just get it over with, will you?

“Fine,” I said in a huff, pushing myself up in bed, “but I need my mug. I’m not doing this without being caffeinated.” She reached behind her, picking up a second mug and handed it to me. She knew me too well, sometimes I felt she knew me better than I knew myself, and that wasn’t a good thing necessarily.

“You look like s**t, by the way.”

“Thanks mom,” I snapped. She held her hand over her heart, pretending to be hurt. Our relationship allowed for banter. We were like sisters, our bond unbreakable.

Deep breaths, speak slowly. You can do this.

“So, I ran into Warren last night.” I pursed my lips.

“Uh-huh.”

“I was still in the men’s room after f*****g some gorgeous stranger,” I told her, hoping to shock her enough to accept my answer as the truth, which it was… partly.

“Alright... carry on...” she raised her brows at me.

“It devastated Warren.”

“Understandably,” she agreed.

“They fought, causing a massive scene in the middle of the dancefloor,” I said, pausing, hoping she will call off the witch hunt.

“Carry on...”

“I did!” I said in protest as my posture stiffened with unease.

“Oh, please... lady, I’ve known you since you were six years old. Don’t you think I’d know when you were hiding something from me?”

Have friends they say, it will be good for you, they say... I groaned in frustration, earning me a satisfied smile. She knew she was right. b***h.

“So... I stormed out of the door and crashed into a gorgeous guy who is my fated mate. Warren came out, and they fought over me. I left them on the paving as I went with another bloke.” I rushed through my words, like a child I know... Pathetic.

Lil sprayed me with coffee. She had just taken a sip when I rambled off, and now that sip was on me. Great. I shook my arms to rid myself of sticky droplets. “Thanks,” I said, glaring at her.

“Serves you right! What the f**k, Em! That’s the news you wake me up with, even if it is two in the morning!” I rolled my eyes at her and let out a sigh. “Where is he? When do I meet him?”

“Never!” I told her. “I am never seeing him again.” I got up and headed out the door, feeling my muscles twitch.

“You’re not being serious! Em, I love you, but you are being an i***t!” She shouted as I walked into my bathroom, pacing back and forth. I needed to punch something and decided that the punching bag at the gym would do just fine, for now.