Taming His Alpha Female

This may be a problem

*Miranda’s POV*

The tyres screeched around the corners as I drove with the same intensity as the music I was listening to. My heart pounded as I screamed the lyrics of Linkin Park’s In The End with a broken voice. I felt the fresh line of warm tears roll down my face as the streetlights invaded the privacy of my Audi. I pulled into the underground parking garage of our apartment building and heard the muffled sound of my car’s engine. Settling into a distant corner, I rested my head on the steering wheel. Squeezing my eyes shut as the music still blared around me.

Emotions I tucked away, hidden, came flooding back with force. He bust the dam wall holding everything back, wide open. There was no stopping it as it washed over me like a tsunami. Wrecking everything in its wake. The pain of being rejected, the accusations from my mother saying it’s all my fault. The look of disappointment in my father’s eyes, and the memory of them choosing my cousin over me, their only child. As I tried to breathe in deep breaths, I placed my palm over my chest to ease the pain. This girl won't be me. I worked f*****g hard at not being this pathetic girl ever again. My knuckles went white as my left hand gripped the steering wheel.

‘There must be something wrong with me,’ I thought, as my eyes burned and my chin quivered. Nobody wanted me. If my mate got to know me, he wouldn’t want me either. I squeezed my eyes shut, absorbing the genuine possibility that I wasn’t good enough for him either. Everybody says your late teens and early twenties are the ‘best years of your life’. That was a label given by the fortunate and favored. I knew its accurate label. It was purgatory. A state of suffering inhabited by the souls of sinners.

“This can’t be happening,” I mumbled, “not again.” Cutting the engine and getting out, I grabbed my bag and cellphone before slamming the door shut. “Sorry, baby,” I muttered when I heard my car door slam a bit too hard. I loved my car. To me, it was the symbol of my independence. It was the first thing I bought with my own hard earned money, and it gave me wings.

I opened the door to our apartment, hearing it creak as it swung open. Darkness filled the space. Ping, I heard my phone. Pulling it out of my bag, I noticed two things. The first being that it was already two in the morning, and the second was Warren’s name under unread messages. There was nothing he had to say that I was interested in hearing. Ping! I rolled my eyes, turning over the screen and placing it on the kitchen counter. Ping! “Enough,” I growled, grabbing the phone, switching it off, and slamming it back onto the counter. It wasn’t the first to suffer because of my emotional state, and it wouldn’t be the last. I kicked my shoes off in the livingroom, hearing them fall with a thud as I proceeded to my room, and to my bathroom.

“s**t,” I gasped when I caught sight of my reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror. I looked terrible. Mascara and eyeliner smudged in black streaks over my cheeks. “Look at you.” I sighed, defeated, before dragging my feet over the tiles toward the shower. Maybe I would feel better once the smell of smoke left my hair. After my shower, I walked to my room and looked at my bed. Empty. Desolate. Cold. I can’t, not tonight. I padded over to Lillian’s room.

“You’re home early,” she said, her voice husky from sleep.

“Yeah,” I said with a sigh.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, startled to look wide awake.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I told her. I didn’t have the energy to. Knowing that if I did, it would only make me cry again. It swelled my eyes enough.

“Tomorrow?” she asked, raising her brows at me. I only nodded as I got into her bed. I didn’t want to be alone. Not tonight. It was comforting to share a bed with her. Pretending we were kids. Without the worries of adulthood...

*George’s POV*

I was on my knees, watching her walk away. With another man. This is not how I imagined fining my mate. I imagined us being overjoyed, both of us. But, no… she didn’t want me. Apparently, she wanted everyone but me.

I hear the guy next to me complain. “f**k,” he said, his eyes shut as he corrected his broken nose. Blood ran over his lips and drip from his chin.

“I’m sorry, man,” I said, holding out my hand to shake his. “I swear, I’m not always an asshole. Only when…”

“Only for her, right?” he said, interrupting me with raised brows. “Understand this now. Miranda belongs to me, and only me. She doesn’t see it that way, but it doesn’t make it any less true.” Hearing him say that my mate belongs to him made my fists clench. I felt my skin crawl and my muscles tense as my wolf snarled at him and his audacity.

“I’m afraid we are going to have a problem, then. She is my mate, and I don’t give up,” I told him, narrowing my eyes as I stared at him, challenging him.

“Whatever,” he said, standing up and dusting off his clothes.

I imagined tracing my fingers over the light dusting of freckles on her nose, the small crease between her brows, her luscious pink lips. I imagined touching more than just her upper arms and recalled the spark between us when I did. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for her, as long as she wanted me around… maybe even if she didn’t.

She disappeared around the corner with a man who smirked at us over his shoulder. It took all of my strength not to chase after them and beat the s**t out of him, too. The only reason I didn’t was because I needed to win her over, not chase her away. My chest tightened at the thought of another man touching what’s mine. Miranda, I promise I will find you and make you fall in love with me, be everything you need and want. God, I’d even shift into my wolf if all she wanted was a dog. Get a grip on yourself, George, I scolded inwardly.

I stood, dusting off my clothes, and wiped my face with my forearm. My attempt was futile, though. The blood would need to be washed off. Despite my better judgement, I ran toward where I saw her last and stopped when I reached a dark alley. A black Audi pulled out of a parking and I saw her inside, wiping at her eyes. She was crying. My heart ached to comfort her, but I took comfort in seeing that she was alone, and not with that guy feeling her up as I had imagined.