Zeke and I always said we'd be best friends forever since we were pups. Everyone always assumed we'd end up as mates but we laughed it off. So when we both turned 18 and the string of destiny snapped into place tying us together, I was over the moon. But Zeke telling me he'd never mate with a mutt like me. 

Now my worst enemy Chris and I have a plan. 

"What if…we fake dated?" 
"What?" 
"Nothing would really piss Zeke off more than not only you saying no to being his breeder than also making him think we're getting each other's rocks off" 
"You in?"
I stuck my hand out. "You got it, boyfriend."

Rejected by My Best Friend Alpha

　　Zeke wasn't kidding about making my life a living hell. And be really put that to the test the second breakfast was over with Chris. He had me cleaning every bathroom in the pack house. With a toothbrush.


　　Then after that, I had to clean the kitchen and every single dish. Even the clean dishes. The kitchen is built to feed a pack. And the dishes are enough to feed…a pack.


　　By the end of the day, I just wanted to crawl into bed and cry myself to sleep. I didn't think I'd get it all finished by 7pm but Ivy came forth and helped me speed things up. She was a champ. As I wiped sweat off my brow and let the cool night air hit my face, I saw Chris leaning against a pillar, like he was waiting for me. "Hey, Vivid."


　　"Came to walk my mate home, of course."


　　I smiled at him weakly. "Just another long day."


　　"Zeke give it to you that badly?"


CHAPTER 8