Taming His Alpha Female

Totally wrecked

*George’s POV*

“Mine,” the words slipped out before I could process them. My wolf was fighting me for control, begging to be let loose, and claim our beautiful mate. No, not now, not here. I tried to settle him. The problem was that she was moving away from me, instead of toward me. My chest tightened with every movement she made in retreat. Her eyes were as big as salad plates. Don’t leave!

“I don’t belong to anybody,” she said, squeezing her eyes shut and wrapping her arms around her waist. God, she is beautiful. She took my breath away by merely looking at me.

“But, you’re my mate... we are mates.” I checked her neck for any sign of being marked and was pleased to find her unmarked and unclaimed.

“Why, aren’t you the poor unlucky bastard,” she said, shaking her head, and clenching her jaw.

“Don’t say that,” I mumbled, taking a step towards her and slowly reaching out to touch her arm. I could feel my heart beating like a drum and noticed her lips part upon contact. She could feel it, too. I knew it from her expression. Desire crackled in the air between us. Why is she fighting it?

“Just trust me on this,” she breathed, looking defeated.

I heard heavy footsteps approaching, a determined thundering of sorts, but I didn’t want to tear my eyes away from her. “Miranda, what the f**k is wrong with you?” he exclaimed behind me. I watched her eyes dart to him, looking over my shoulder as a small crease formed between her brows. I turned, followed her gaze, and looked straight into the face of the man in question, tall and strong. When I looked back at her, I saw her face had practically turned to stone and her posture became tense. I did not like the way he spoke to her, or the way she reacted in his presence, and I liked it even less when he walked up to her and put his filthy hands on her body. His face pulled into a smirk as he squeezed her perfect buttock.

Don’t touch mate, my wolf roared. I lunged at him, my fists clenched and muscles quivering. My fist collided with his jaw with blinding rage. I didn’t know what I planned to do if I took him down, but I know I would kill him if he laid another hand on her. His head collided with the paving in a nauseating crack. It didn’t stop him from kicking me off and delivering his own set of blows. I tasted the metal taste of blood in my mouth from a busted lip, and although he approached us bloodied, I was proud of the punches I delivered and the blood I drew from him.

*Miranda’s POV*

I stood on the curb in front of The Howling Moon, staring at two men in a brawl, and felt my skin go cold. I felt like I was choking as my chest constricted. My perfect stranger delivered some serious blows to Warren, who was a strong and talented warrior himself. Usually Beta’s were stronger than an average werewolf, only outranked by an Alpha. Right now, Warren was getting his ass kicked. I can’t say that he didn’t deserve it, though. He was being overly cocky and obnoxious. Not to mention possessive, which is something I am not at all fond of. I meant it when I said that I belonged to no one. It is clear now, the casual arrangement I had with Warren, my f**k buddy, was now over like bellbottoms and peace signs.

I understood that my super hunky mate felt a need to protect what he thought belonged to him. Problem was that I didn’t want a mate. I most certainly don’t want to be vulnerable to the pain one could inflict. I needed to do something before I risked hyperventilation. f**k this s**t.

I took a shaky step toward the guys who were acting like the beasts we all were inside. No matter what we say or do, we all have demons hiding behind our eyes. I was not about to let them out us to the human population, though. I kicked my mate off of Warren, against my better judgement, to separate them. My hands shook with panic and I clenched my fists to hide my failings. “Geez,” I hissed, “get your hormones under control, will you?” I wanted to run, but that would make me seem weak, and I am not weak. I will never be weak again, not because of a man. I pulled my shoulders back and thrust my chin out as I glared at the powerful men who acted like nothing but children. It annoyed me to realize they influenced me, after all. After all my attempts to keep emotions at bay. To keep men away from my heart. I spent years building a wall around my heart, only to have this infuriating stranger waltz in and threaten everything I had built to keep me from getting hurt.

Another tall, dark and handsome guy came walking out the front door and his eyes met mine. I winked at him and he smiled back hopefully. My way out. Stepping over the guys at my feet, I let my red heels lead the way to my next target. Linking my arm into his, I looked up and said, “You will do just fine.” I didn’t look at Warren or the man, fated by the moon to destroy me, but felt a sickening disgust in myself when I rose to my tippy toes to kiss the man I chose as an escape. I am a monster, a dangerous one who devoured hearts. I wanted to hurt him before he could hurt me. The level of irritation I was experiencing fuel my actions, but made me feel like s**t at the same time. I had never cared to do anything as callous before, but in that moment, I was painfully aware of my mate’s eyes on me. Walking away with my new arm candy in tow, I felt my chest tighten and a panic attack approaching. Bile threatened to rise in my throat as I pictured his face. My stomach turned as I recalled looking at the back of Cole’s head as he walked away from me, after rejecting me as his mate. With every step I felt the bond wreck me. All the mate bond ever did was wreck me, and I am sick of it. I’m not running away, I am fighting… for myself. I don’t want to start a war, but I refused to let him in. I can’t, the price was too high. The price could be my life and everything I valued in it. Rejecting him was the only way to save me. I got that, but the thought of living through a second rejection terrified me. The first practically had me for breakfast. What if this one kills me? My legs turned to jello, trembling beneath me. It took all of my strength to fake the usual bounce I had in my step.

As soon as we turned the corner leading to a dark alley where my car stood parked, I stopped. My vision blurred with unshed tears. He turned, no doubt thinking that he was about to get lucky. Sorry for you dickhead, no getting lucky tonight, I thought. “This is me,” I said plainly, dismissing him. The halfwit didn’t get the meaning of the line.

“And this is me,” he licked his lips.

“f**k off, will you?” I glared at him, as my heart raced with thoughts of my mate.. Perhaps this dimwit would get THIS message.

“b***h,” he muttered, slamming his fist to the wall beside my head before he stormed off, kicking at a discarded beer bottle.

I stood with my back against the wall, literally and figuratively, looking up to the stars for guidance as tears streaked my cheeks. I sank to my heels. My elbows perched on my knees and my hands covering my face, doing something I hadn’t done in years. I cried. Ugly cried. I practically bawled my eyes out… over what… a guy. You pathetic b***h, I scolded myself as I wiped away the evidence of weakness. It was hard to breathe. My lungs apparently shrunk three sizes. My limbs trembled, and my throat hurt as it tightened with emotion. I forced myself to stand and weakened legs, moving as if they didn’t belong to me, but the pathetic girl from my past. Removing my key from the small studded bag dangling from my wrist, I pressed the unlock button and the lights of my Audi greeted me in the dark. My beacon of hope. I came here seeking an escape, only ending up wanting to escape again. I lived in my own personal hell.

Sliding into the black leather bucket seat, I turned on the engine and turned up the radio, allowing Puddle Of Mudd to sing Control off the car stereo as I stepped on the gass.