Mated To My Human Beta

10. Sins of the past

-Arya-

I looked at Blake as his cold blue eyes blazed with the fire that would burn me if I wasn’t being careful. He looked so smug about defeating a poor old human. Me. What an ass!

He had already decided that he had won, and that was his biggest mistake. The fight was not over until it was actually over. Hadn’t he learned that in his years of training? I watched him with a grunt.

“Do you yield, human?” His voice was cocky as hell.

Well. Not in a million years, you fuc.king a*shole.

His eyes flashed as if he could hear me screaming inside my head.

He balanced himself with one hand as he hovered over me and gripped my throat with the other.

I made sure he didn’t sense my derision. All I wanted him to know was that I was feeling defeated and angry about that.

I had learned some gimmicks to trick the wolves into believing what I wanted them to believe. How could I not, after spending years with them? They had heightened everything, and I only had my f*****g mouth that wouldn’t stop running, and my brain.

“No,” I said as I tried to punch him in the nose. If I was being too complacent, he would know.

“You know you have lost, right?” he hissed. “Accept it, Arya.”

I tried to control my feelings.

Wolves can sense and smell feelings of fear, triumph, failure, sadness. Their scent receptors were attuned to sensing a change in the rush of hormones that would flood the body when we were in emotional distress, or exhilaration or aroused.

But… I had also realized that I could play poker with my own emotions, and make it hard for the wolves to sense them, or at least be mildly confused about them.

I didn’t know how I had learned that or why it worked, but if I wanted them to feel my anger, even when I was about to cry, the wolves only felt my anger.

It was a neat trick. Maybe the goddess had felt bad for the only human in a pack of predators.

I never told anyone about that or never properly understood how it worked, but yes, essentially, I could trick them into believing whatever I wanted to believe about my state of mind.

He was sensing my distress right now, and he looked confused.

I waited for a second before I elbowed his hand that was pressed to the ground. I rolled from under him and jumped up as he high-fived the ground with his f*****g, handsome face with a pained grunt. I hope he broke his nose. He cursed under his breath.

I kicked him on his back and took the dagger from the ground with a swipe of my leg. He should have kicked it farther away, but of course, in his mind, he had already won when he pushed me to the ground.

I twisted his hands and pulled them to his back and held them as I sat on top of him, caging him in. I grabbed his hair in my fingers and pulled rougher than I had intended, but I didn’t care. He growled and swore as I put the dagger closer to his neck, but not close enough.

“Never, wolf. Never in a million years would I yield. You know that.”

“Let me go, Arya.” He gritted his teeth as I pushed his head down to the ground.

“Tell me. Do you yield, wolf?” I said as I pressed the dagger to his throat and pressed my entire weight on him so that he wouldn’t escape.

“That is enough, Arya,” my dad said, looking nervous as hell. Even though Blake wasn’t an Alpha yet, he knew how Alphas could get when their egos were hurt. Alpha wolves were strong, and egoistic in nature.

“DO YOU YIELD?”

“f**k you.”

“You can dream all you want.”

I pressed the dagger further into his skin, and he hissed. The aconitum must be stinging against his skin now, but Blake would rather take it than admit that he was wrong about me.

“You can let go, Miss. Tamran. You are staying in the academy.”

I pulled the dagger away and bent closer to Blake’s ears. I almost wanted to take a bite of it, just to push him further, but I told myself to not make a bigger scene than the one we already made.

“You must be glad that only my father and Asher saw this,” I said with a smirk as I sat up. “What would your pack members say when they hear it?”

He sighed, but said nothing as he shook me off of him and I fell next to him with a yelp.

“You are an i***t, Blake.”

“I thought you were done for, human, but- well… I am impressed.” A dark voice spoke from behind me.

I looked up from Blake’s angry gaze and met strange eyes. The scar ran through his brows, down his right cheek. His long hair was messed up in the wind. His smile was too short, but still beautiful.

It was the naked, tattooed guy from this morning. Even with a shirt, he was… gorgeous.

He looked at me with eyes that were a strange yellowish brown before he gave me a hand. “Help you up?”

“Yes, please.”

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-Blake-

For the life of me, I couldn’t stop myself from getting aroused. Axel was not helping either. When she was pressed up against me, all soft and luxurious... I couldn't stop the sinful thoughts running inside my head. I wanted to tie her to my bed and do things... things I shouldn't be thinking right now.

“Do you yield?” Her voice was a mocking growl. I knew she was laughing at me, but somehow... even that... turned me on.

“Yes, ma’am. I yield, and you can do whatever you want to do with me. Just don’t cut me with that dagger.”

That was my fuc.king wolf, who was absolutely shameless. Any Alpha wolf would have taken this as a challenge to his power, and a disgrace. Yet, the asshole inside me was enjoying the softness of her body, and the way her voice was an aggressive growl when she talked, and her delicious scent.

He must be a fu.cking psycho.

“This f*cking kettle with a raging boner is calling me psycho?” Axel said with a smirk as he looked at me with knowing eyes.

Okay. I was ashamed of that, but I couldn’t control that. It just happened whenever she was closer to me. Like my c**k somehow wanted to salute all that sexiness.

“No, it is not just because she is sexy. Your c**k doesn’t do that with other sexy women.”

“Of course, it doesn’t. I am not a freaking pervert who gets hard thinking about every woman.”

It was just Arya. And that was even worse.

She finally stood up when someone offered her his hands. I looked up to see the same guy we met when we drove in. At least, he was wearing a shirt.

I grunted as I saw Arya giving him a once over. Was she ogling him? Right now? I grumbled as he pulled her up.

“That really was so good.”

“Thanks. He was just distracted,” she said with a small smile. And it was not a snarky one. It was genuine, and it made me want to smash that jerk in the face.

“Cross, what the hell are you doing here? It is your training hour and you are not supposed to be here.” Lysandra said to him with a frown. He shrugged.

“I was just passing by and saw them. I just wanted to see how a human would do against an Alpha wolf,” he said to Lysandra before he turned to Arya. “I am Cade Cross.”

“Hi,” she said. “So, how did I do against the Alpha Wolf?” Her mocking eyes briefly met mine before she turned to him. Was she fishing for compliments?

“Not bad. But you still have a lot to learn,” he said. "And fortunately for you, I am an amazing teacher." She gasped and flushed and sputtered as he walked away. I grunted under my breath as I turned around. I had seen enough.

“Stop staring at his ass,” Asher said to her, and she shrugged.

“Weren’t you staring?” she asked my brother, and he gave her an abashed smile and shook his head. I walked away from them, and Lysandra gave me a nod as Beta William walked towards me with a bottle of water in his hand.

“Here, drink. Do you need anything else?” Beta William asked. “Anything?” He looked at me as if he was worried that I might go rabid and do something to his daughter. I grabbed the bottle and quickly emptied it.

“Stop looking at me like that, Beta. I am not going to lose it and do something crazy. It was a fight, and she won. I am man enough to admit when I was wrong, and I was wrong. You are right. She can take care of herself, and she will. This will work out for her.”

Beta looked sad. He nodded. “I do hope it does,” he said. “She worked for it a long time.”

“But why?” I asked with a frown. “Why did she want to be a Beta so badly?”

“You should ask her that, Blake. Don’t you think it is about time you both stopped this? You were both young when you stopped being friends. Luna Brienne and I thought it was only because you were a teenager and you wanted your space. But now, you are going to be twenty-two in a few months, and she is nineteen or twenty, and it just makes little sense anymore.”

Nineteen or twenty. We still didn’t know how old she actually was. We just assumed she was nineteen now. She looked nineteen.

She didn’t remember anything from her past life, except the name Arya. At first, she said Arya to every question we asked, and we just assumed it was her name.

I remembered the night I first found her. I wasn’t supposed to be out late at night, but I loved walking in the snow. It was a snowy night, and I was walking along the pack ground when I saw something shining in the distance. It was like a beacon, and I thought it was a poor animal stuck in something. I ran towards the animal, ready to save it, but gasped when I saw it was a girl, and it was her eyes that had gleamed like silver in the moonlight. Now they just looked gray. She was bundled in a white coat, and still shaking from the cold. Her wispy blonde hair almost looked white in the night.

She looked up at me, teeth chattering, lips blue.

I called my parents, but they didn’t answer. I called the Beta, told him about her, and gave her my hand. She took it hesitantly and stood up, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Who are you? What are you doing here at night? You look pale and cold?” I had said to her.

She only said, Arya.

We still didn’t know where she came from, or why she was there in the middle of the woods on a freezing night, but here she was.

I gave him a smile. “You think we can go back after all of this? Also, it is better this way.”

He sighed. “I know, Blake. I know you- what you feel for her. Why won’t you-”

I shook my head. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Beta William. So, will you be leaving today or tomorrow?”

“You know exactly what he is talking about, Blake,” Axel said with a frown. “You know it is easier to wake up someone who is actually sleeping. You have been pretending to sleep all your life… and I am afraid it will be too late when you finally wake up.” He looked really serious.

“Why do you keep pushing this?”

“Don’t you feel it?”

“What?”

“Something… something undeniable and strong. You were destined to meet her that night. You were destined to save her from a cold death."

“Tomorrow,” Beta William said. “I just want to spend another day.”

I nodded. “As you should. I have to leave now,” I said as I turned around.

“Don’t you want to say goodbye to Arya?”

Goodbye? I looked at her. I didn’t want to say goodbye. Not today anyway.

She was talking and laughing with Asher, and she looked happy. Her smile would break if she saw me and I didn’t want that. For now, I just wanted to get the heck away from her before I did anything I would regret for forever.

Axel sighed, looking dejected. “I don’t know what to say. But I think you need to remember what exactly happened THAT day. I know that is the reason… why you are like this.”

“What happened was… that I shifted, and I hurt her. ME. I hurt her, or so my father and mother said.”

“But you remember differently.”

“Well… I don’t know what I remember, Axel. Let’s stop talking about it. I don’t even like to think about that day.”

“Bye, Beta. I will see you back in the pack,” I said to him as I walked away. Even when everything in me begged to stay, I knew that just couldn’t happen.

"But then, how will we know the truth?"

"Maybe the truth is everything I already know."

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