Possessive Alpha

*FOUR Truths And A Lie*

                                                                                 ~SAVANNAH~

This devilishly handsome monster is my mate. You have got to be kidding me. I’m really in deep hell now. These two major issues make him even more dangerous. Switching strategies might be my only hope. The Alpha thinks I’m playing hard to get and Alphas live for that s**t.

I can’t intimidate him either. I’m 5’3 and he towers over me by at least a foot. All of my attempts are failing miserably. I have to avoid his powerful misty eyes that incite terror and wild heart palpitations in my chest and core. I could also be doing a better job of not looking at my mate's massive erection that he's had ever since the moment I first saw him. Now, that he can smell my arousal, I’m really screwed.

 Our kiss makes me feel like I'm losing control. I can't lose control. I can't give into this. I can't. Men are creatures of destruction. I won’t let him destroy me. 

My mate somehow gets more turned on when I break our kiss and push him away. He presses his body tightly against mine, crowding me into a cage against the hood of Cyrus’ car. I’m desperate, it's time to use the only thing left in my arsenal, the truth bomb that could blow up in my face if he lets his wolf take control. 

“I’m engaged.” I blurt out and the Alpha starts to scan my face to find the truth several times as if he doesn’t want to trust his Alpha instincts. 

“You’re engaged to me, now,” I feel his hand slithering through the slit in my dress as it crawls up to my slick core. This malicious dress just keeps continuing to let me down. He cups my p***y pressing the palm of his large hand in wide circular motions. “This heat is mine. You-are-mine!” His grunts reverberate through my body as I get a taste of his minty breath. 

It's not like I can lie and say that I don't want this even if it is partly true. My body however, has gone rogue and turned into a hormonal opportunist. Thick fingers slide into my s*x, slowly massaging back and forth. I feel like I’m about to fly out of my body or imprint a part of it on the hood, until he suddenly removes his strong digits from my needy channel. 

The Alpha gives me a wicked grin as he slides the fingers along his tongue, moaning as he cleans them. I'm shocked at the audacity of this beast, for him to drive more pleasure out of this transaction of sorts is just...it's just...it's wrong.

“Bad girls don’t get to come.” He groans deeply, clearly very satisfied with himself. Well that makes one of us at least. 

“Fine-by-me. Cyrus was right mates are just a physical connection. I don’t want that and I don’t need it!” I spit out like venom. I’ve had it with this sexy barbarian. 

“You will and that’s a promise, Wildfire. That Cyrus fucker will never know what you need.” Great, FML. A promise from an Alpha might as well be a done deal. What is he going to do, order me to want a mate? He better not! I'll never talk to him again. Ugh, unless he makes me. 

“Dinner is ready.” My mom briefly opens the door before she returns in the house and shuts it closed. She's making spaghetti and its savory aroma has been bringing me a bit of much needed comfort this entire time. 

The Alpha starts walking in and right before he enters my house he turns to me with a mischievous demeanor that gives me chills. “Come.” He uses his Alpha tone and the command instinctually brings an electric orgasm shooting through my core while I’m also forced to follow him. Oh, he thinks he's so slick with his deliberate double order.

 I’m dismally walking towards the impending grim reality where everyone is about to scent me. The Alpha just walks stoically with his hand on my back and his hard c**k leading the way into this humiliating situation. I decide to dodge him by stepping side ways, defiantly rushing out of his embrace towards the dining room. 

I sit down in my usual spot and try to take a moment to strategize as Cyrus sits between Austin and I. Austin begins to serve himself when I see tanned muscular arms lifting me out of my chair. The Alpha sits at the head of the table, placing me on his lap. I foolishly try to wiggle free which makes him grip his arms around my body even tighter. His muscles squeeze me until I can't move a single limb.

The Alpha fists my hair in his large hand, using it to pull my ear to his mouth.“Keep pushing me, Wildfire. I’m so damn close to taking your innocence, right here...right f*****g now.” His whispered threat makes my body freeze-up as I feel the need for fresh panties. A tense silence fills the room as we all start to eat. I'm so embarrassed that I'm doing my best to avoid looking anyone in the eye.

“Would your majesty like seconds? We have plenty.” Momma say what now? No, no, no he can’t be the King. This is a stage-five crisis that is making Alpha Valtair look better every minute. 

"I appreciate it, but I've almost had my fill." They exchange warm smiles and go back to eating while I go back to freaking out. 

“I really can’t be with you. There is a…” I start to argue, needing him to see the reality of the situation. 

 I’m cut off with a deep howl from the King. “Like hell you can’t! You’re mine! End. Of. Story.” He slams his fist down on the table and it rumbles from the impact. All he is doing is provoking me to fight back harder. 

“Your majesty, I’d like to explain,” The King gives Austin the go ahead along with his intense attention. “Savy has a mating contract with Alpha Valtair. Our dad made a deal with the council. In return they paid for our mom’s medical expenses.” I’m surprised that the King seems to be taking this so well. 

He’s so calm, collected and oh my how wrong I was. Now he is possessively squeezing my cunt. “Mine.” He grumbles against my pulsing neck. “That contract is terminated.” Aaaaah, seriously what does a girl have to do to get rejected by her mate? He’s acting as if this is a final certainty when I signed a binding contract.

“Your majesty it’s not that simple. I owe a debt and I have to honor it.” Of course this is all falling on steely ears that only hear what they want.

The King pushes our plates forward and lifts me up, spinning me around. He places me on the table lifting my skirt and his brow daringly. I think he might actually take me right here in front of everyone. “Enough! You’ve tested my wolf to his breaking point. Go pack your things before I let him out.” I give him the evil eye before I scoot off of the table and grab my plate to clean it.

 My mate makes me so angry, my blood is practically boiling. His dictatorial ego pushes me into rebelling without fully considering the repercussions. If I keep this up, I could be dead by the end of the day.

It's better to go to my room where I can't make my situation worse. I begin to pack in an attempt to accept my impending grim fate. It doesn’t work and my mind is working over time to come up with an escape plan.

 I only pack my bare essentials into my suitcase, not willing to submit to the idea that I won’t be coming back. It can’t be over…it just can’t be. I crawl into my bed for comfort and let myself indulge in a few tears. Vulnerability is a luxury I can’t afford right now, but a few seconds should be okay. No one can see that I'm weak if it's just a few seconds.