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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

There was a knock at the door, but I didn't say a word.

I knew who it was, but I didn't want to see anyone.

I wipe my cheeks with my hands and sigh. I moved up off the floor, walked over to my bed, stopped at the foot, and looked around.

I know I can't stay here, not in the pack; too many bad memories were here for me.

My eyes landed on my closest, and I walked over and opened it. I looked around till I found what I was looking for and grabbed my rucksack.

I turned around, placed it on my bed, and started putting some clothes inside. There was another knock at the door, but I ignored them.

The door opened, and in walked my Uncle Keith and my father.

"Roxie, please talk to us?" says my Uncle Keith.

I don't say anything, but I keep packing my clothes. I don't know what I'm putting in altogether; all I know is I need to get out of here.

I could hear yelling from outside; Jason was telling him to leave.