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Stop calling me that, little mate,” he says. I look at him, pushing him slightly, which makes him stagger slightly. I get him out of my doorway. I leaned closer, my eyes staring into his. "What should I call you then, Alexander?” I say with my hand still firmly on his chest. I can feel his heartbeat spike a bit. I look at his lips and then back into his eyes. Alexander licks his lips as he moves his top half toward me, “Call me mate,” he says in a husky voice. I know I had to up the game, but I just hope I could manage this without him sensing how turned on I was. I move closer, which takes him by surprise. I move my hand to the top of his pants, and his breathing gets heavy. I look at his lips and back to his eyes and say, “I guess it will have to be Alexander”. ______ Roxie has been gone from her pack for six years until this year she is coming home to meet her brother's mate. Alpha Alexander is best friends with Roxie’s brother Jason, also the one who sent Roxie away, even hurting her feelings in the process. Although he had a good reason to send his mate Roxie away, she was too young to understand him. Now Alpha Alexander can't wait to see his mate back and be with her…… but what happens when Roxie finds out that the person who sent her away and broke her heart is her mate? Will she simply forgive him?

Welcome Home Mate

My father stared at me as I placed the phone down.

"I'm staying here tonight," I said to him as I sat on my chair behind my desk.

"I know, but I also know I won't be able to sleep. I need to sort it out with Roxie," I said.

He nodded, giving me a knowing look.

I looked at him. "Dad, Can I talk to Bruce?" I asked him.

He stared at me for a few moments, but he nodded.

My father mind links to Bruce, and after a few minutes, Bruce walks in. His eyes were all bloodshot, but when his eyes landed on me, he growled. "You have some nerve calling me in here," he said.

He glares, but my father places his hand on his shoulder. "You need to calm down and explain to us what happened," he asked.

Bruce looks at my father and then back at me. I could tell he was debating whether to talk to me, but he sighed.