Chapter 10. Control
Point of view: Alpha Ryan Damison
After meeting a few freshers, Dakota becomes more pique, he impatiently jumps in my head. I sign heavily, frustration pushing me over the edge. I really feel like doing drugs, instead, I order coffee to calm my headache. This mate shit is getting shitter.
Suddenly, my nose hit the smell of fresh grass, dew, and vanilla mix. It is mild, enticing, and alluring, exactly the same I smell this morning.
She is close. Our mate is here. Dakota grunts.
The hold on my coffee mug tightens as I wait in anticipation. I am as excited as my wolf to meet our mate but definitely for different reasons.
I can't wait to see her. What pack she might belong to? What color her wolf might be? Dakota keeps asking as he circles in my head.
What her boob size might be? What color her nipples might be? I ask in return.
Dakota growls and I just laugh at him. He is behaving like a teenager who fell in love for the first time. Stupid wolf!
*Knock*
*Knock*
I hear knocks, my heartbeats immediately get fast and body stiff. Never in my life had I felt this way, tensed. My wolf is running a marathon in my head as her scent gets prominent.
"Come in." Though I wanted to say politely, it turned out to be quite loud. I understood that my wolf is alert and peeking through my eyes. I take a sip from my cup to calm myself, I slightly lean back as I wait for her to make an appearance.
The door opens and a petite body walks in. My eyes meet soft brown infused with honey color eyes, I think its hazel. My wolf starts to howl in my head uncontrollably as he sees her, wanting to mark her and go with natural instincts.
My gaze travels down her body desperately to see what moon goddess has chosen for me. But confusion engulfs my head as I see her wearing a shirt and suit, further down I see pants. Wait, pants? Why?
Mate! Dakota howls loudly in my head.
I take a few more seconds to analyze her, then zoom out and see the whole picture. Short hair, light beard, suit, pants, shoes. What the Fuck!
"Ma-" I couldn't even complete the word as the sudden realization hits my brain and I choke on my own coffee.
*Cough*
*Cough*
*Cough*
What are you doing dickhead? Who the hell chokes on coffee? Our mate will not be impressed with us. Dakota keeps babbling in my head.
This can't be happening! My mate is a man. There is no she. No boobs. No vagina. Only dick. No, no! This is a mistake. This is a dream. This is not happenin-
Suddenly I feel sparks. Sparks running through my skin, in my veins, inside my bones. I look up and see him with a bottle in one hand and another hand on my back. What is he doing? Beating me?
Frustration builds up in me and I immediately jerk his skinny hands off my body. I don't want him touching or feeling me. Sparks stops. But I feel my lower body getting warmer. Really hot. And wet. Did I get a boner? Did I get wet so soon?
I realize it's the coffee. I stand up from the chair and see coffee on my pants, chair, and on the carpet. My legs feel warm and wet. My pants are drenched in hot coffee and stuck to my legs. My Versace pants. Fuuuucccckkkkk!
"GET OUT!" I scream furiously like my terrified soul has unleashed a demon. My blood is boiling hot because of anger and frustration building inside me, I can't take this shit.
What the fuck are you doing Ryan? You are scaring our mate. Our mate will not accept us. Please be nice. Dakota couldn't keep his mouth shut.
I look at the guy in front of me, he looks scared as if I smashed someone in front of him and he is next in the line. I stop breathing in his smell but unfortunately, the room is now filled with vanilla and dew grass scent which is making me feel hot from within. Really hot!
I close my eyes to control myself, "Are you fucking with me, moon goddess?" Is this some kind of prank on me? I need to shift, run, hunt, I need fresh air. I need to be away from this mate who moon goddess has chosen for me. It's nothing but a big mistake.
I leave my office hurriedly to control myself so I don't shift in my wolf form. Not now.
Today someone is going to die.