Alpha Dominic

Third Person POV

GUILTY!

That's how I feel right now. “I feel as guilty as hell”

I mean, What the hell did I just do7?

How could I treat her like a F*****g w***e in front of everyone?

That's so bad!

She is my mate, minett

I've never seen a woman as beautiful and dedicated as she is, it surprises me to know that she had survived all these years by herself. It irks me to think of the heinous job she did in the human city, she practically threw away her pride and stripped ina club. She is a fighter, that I must admit and she gets under my skin, which is why I let myself slip when I kissed her. wasn't supposed to let my emotions show, the plan was to taunt and bully her until I break that strong will of hers and make her submit to me. I could see the hate in her eye when she pushed me away, she detests me, and that is infuriating.

She ran off into the bathroom when I pointed out to her that she was attracted to me, I could smell her arousal and itis a huge turn-on for me, but I did my best to hide it. I put on my sweatpants and got on the bed, resting my head on the headboard while I played with my phone. I kept looking up at the clock on the wall, she is taking too long, way too long. I wouldn't put it past her to try and run out through the window, her strong will is indestructible, besides, I could see that she would rather be anywhere else, than with me. She would prefer being locked up in a dungeon with Carl than being in this room with me. I waited a few minutes, giving her a chance to step out on her own, but it seems she prefers it in there than here with me.

“Are you going to stand there all night?” I voiced out when I couldn't hear any movements in the bathroom. I thought she ha decided to sleep in the bathroom just to stay away from me, but the sound of her racing heartbeat told me she was wide awake, just hiding behind the bathroom door. I wondered why she is hiding when she knows that she is still going to come out here, but when she finally stepped out, I saw her reason for hiding out as my eyes darkened in [**t as I stare at her in he two-piece nightie that did nothing to hide her perfect figure.

“Holy f**Kii" I swore under my breath as my d**k pulsed to life and my heart stopped beating. She stood by the door, too scared to come any closer, her heart is beating faster and I know she can feel the s**** tension between us too. How can the moon goddess be so mean?

Why do I have to be mated with such a beautiful, sexy woman that happens to hate my guts? Scott is getting out of control, all he wants is to place his mark on her neck and claim her as his, but how do we claim a woman who doesn't want to breathe in the same air with me?

I can smell her arousal, she wants it as bad as I do, but just like me, she is holding back, suppressing her desires and denyin the bond. If I keep staring at her, it's going to be harder to fight off these burning desires that are threatening to make me g insane. I have to listen to my better judgment and turn away. Scott is whimpering and whining as usual, but I just can't do it, at least not tonight. I moved my eyes away from her, turning my attention back to my phone, ignoring her totally.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw a flash of disappointment on her face when I turned away from her sexy feature. I think a part of her wanted a repeat of our passionate kiss from earlier on. Well, if she wants it, she has to prove to me that she deserves to be my Luna. She walked over to the bed and lay on the other side, staying as far away from me as she could. She is lying so far from me that I feared she would roll off the edge.

“Why does she have to make it so hard, why does she have to be so stubborn?” I thought within me.

I waited for her to fall asleep, then I'm open my drawer and brought out a pack of my favourite Treasurer cigarette. I got my lighter from the dresser before walking out through the door that leads to my balcony. I have a good view of the beach from my balcony and I always love the sight, it has a way of calming my troubled heart whenever I'm feeling troubled. I stood there and enjoyed the beautiful view while I took out a stick of cigarette and lit it. I'm not a big fan of smoking, but right nov I think I really need it to calm my nerves because I'm slowly going insane. My heart was heavy and in turmoil as though there was a knot in it that could not be dispelled. There is something about her that always gets to me whenever I'm with her. I've never felt like this before. No, it's not the mating bond, it's more than that, stronger than it even. I love her, I love her strong will and determination.

I had the shortest sleep ever recorded in history, I couldn't keep my eyes shut for so long because I had a beautiful woman lying right next to me on my extremely large bed, and I can't just stop staring at her. Besides, I have this ache between my legs and it's simply because I keep staring at her and it's making my d**k hard by the minute. I had the urge to wake her in the middle of the night to make love to her but I thought against it because I know she would probably kick and thrash all through. I just lay on my side and stared at her, watching as she slept peacefully like a baby.

I noticed her stirring awake in the morning, and I didn’t want her to know that I've been ogling her all night, so I shut my eyes and pretended to sleep, keeping my eyes slightly open so I can see her reaction when she wakes up beside me. She woke up a few seconds later and I saw her looking around my room, taking in her surroundings, then she turned to me with the most beautiful smile that could light up the whole world. I could see the love and passion in her eyes as she looked at my sleeping form, it's obvious that she feels the same way about me, if only she would act in this manner when I'm awake, but the pain and anger wouldn't just let her show it.

The love and admiration soon disappeared from her eye only to be replaced by seething hatred. Her eyes took on a darker shade as she glared daggers at me, I could feel the hatred seeping out of her in waves. Why does she hate me this much?

I didn't choose her as a mate, did I?

If there is anyone to blame, I guess she should blame the moon goddess. She chose her as my mate and even when she ran off, she led her right back to me. It's all her fault, not mine. I never wanted any of this, I don't even need a mate. I could reject her and send her away from here, but I think I'm enjoying this game we are playing, so, I'll put up with her, at least for now. I deliberately slowed my breathing but my eyes were half open and although the room is dark, I could see her every movement.

She carefully turned tired away from me and slowly got down from the bed, moving as quietly as she possibly could. I'm sure I would never have heard the sound of her movement if I were human or if I was really sleeping. I think she has stayed so long with the humans that she has forgotten about our heightened senses. She was so careful, so quiet, and it got me wondering what she was planning to do at this ungodly hour.

She tiptoed towards the walk-in closet and I heard her rummaging through her bag, searching for something. I was half tempted to lift my body and take a peek at what she is doing, but I know that she is paying attention to my movement, her wolf ears could hear the bed squeaking as I move or her heightened eyesight could pick up my body movements. I couldn't let her change her mind and give up on her plans, I want to see what she is planning, I want to know what she is capable of. She is leaning over her bag, checking her phone. This is her phone in her bag, does she have another phone that she doesn’ want me to see? She could be communicating with someone on the outside, she may have a backup plan that she plans to activate. I need to get my hands on that phone, I have to find out who she is working with.

She put the phone back into her bag, she fetched something from inside the bag. I couldn't see what she was holding and I couldn't strain to take a peek because then she would be alerted to deceit and she would know that I am awake. She is walking back to the bed with he hands behind her back, hiding whatever she is holding. She didn't climb up the bed from he former sleeping position, she just stood there and glared at me, looking down at me with scorn. She brought her hand forward and then I saw what she was holding, it was a gun, a Glock39 to be precise. Yeah, I'm a gun lover too. As much as I love hand combat, I also know the value of a good weapon.

She pointed her gun at me, keeping it in position as she glared daggers at me. For a minute there, I thought she was going tc change her mind because she has been pointing her gun at me for a good few minutes but she hasn't pulled the trigger yet. She seems to be holding back and I'm guessing it's her wolf that is trying to convince her to stop. I kept mute and watched on, trying to see if she would go through with her plans, but she just stood there like a henchman, pointing her gun at me. A some point, I saw her shut her eyes tightly as if she is willing herself to do it. I got bored, I just couldn't take it anymore, so I spoke out,

“Are you going to shoot me or what?" I asked her, startling her out of her thoughts and theatrics, she screamed in shock and a shot went off hitting me on my left arm. I hissed in pain when I realized that the bullet is laced with wolfsbane. She stood there in shock, her hand shaking as she held her gun and looked at me in fear, shaking like a leaf. I ignored the pain in my arm and I stood up and walked towards her, my eyes blazing in anger. She turned around and dashed towards the door, but was faster and I caught her before she took two steps, smacking the gun out of her hand in lightning speed.

“I think you keep forgetting who the f**k you are toying with," I growled in anger with my hand tightening around her neck a: I threw her against the wall. She gasped for air, trying to pry off my hands and breathe through her nose.

“So, you came prepared to kill me, didn’t you?

That's pretty brave, my love. How did you get the gun, or better question, who did you have to screw to get wolfsbane?

Was it king Ashford, or did you stoop so low as to f**k one of my many enemies?” I asked mockingly, with each word, I addec pressure on her neck, watching her face go white as she almost gave out. Before she could pass out though, I let go of her throat, making her gasp for air as she tried to catch her breath.

“F**k you, Dominic, f**k youll” she screamed in a raspy tone, still trying to catch her breath. With my right hand, I gave her a backhanded slap, sending her flying backwards and she landed on the bed with a loud sound.

“I don't know if you have noticed or heard, but I don't have patience and you are pushing your limits as it is. Where did you get the F*****g gun?" I asked through gritted teeth, stalking up to her on the bed. She crawled away from me, making no attempt to answer my question. My irritation was getting worse, I wanted to hurt this woman, I want to make her beg for mercy, but it was getting more difficult to ignore her curvy body as she lay dishevelled on the bed. I could clearly see her pink lips peeking out of her thong and I want to bite gently on them and pump my fingers into her p***y. Her exposed body is making it harder for me to concentrate.

She has an amazing body; her stomach is extremely flat and toned. And her breast are well proportioned in that little black lace number of hers. Add that with her amazing curves and you get every mans fantasy and my reality. Her heartbeat was racing as I scowled down at her, but no matter how tempting she may be, I won't give in to her. I won't show any weakness before her.

“You love playing with wolfsbane, don't you?" I asked her with a smirk while reaching down to my drawer by my bedside. I pulled out my special cuffs that are laced with wolfsbane and I cuffed her wrist to the headboard, smiling when she hissed i pain.

“Why don't you have a taste of your own medicine, let's see how well you enjoy getting hit with wolfsbane;" I spat out furiously as I made my way out of the room. I would never be able to watch her in pain for so long, besides, I need to get th bullet pulled out of my arm, it hurts pretty bad as the wolfsbane is spreading all over my body.

“Get me the pack doctor now," I ordered Harriet through the mind link while I made my way to the empty guestroom close tc my room. I can't let anyone see me in this condition. A lot of questions would be asked and I'm not ready to answer. Right now itis only her and Carl that know what is going on between Bethany and I and I want it to stay that way until I decide on what I'm going to do with her.

“What should I say to him, my king? What is the emergency?” she asked.

“Someone got accidentally hit with wolfsbane. I need him to pull out a bullet and drain out the poison. Hurry Harriet, it's urgent. Bring him to the guest house on my floor and please be cautious, try not to arouse any suspicion, I want this matter to be kept a secret” I urged her quickly.

She arrived a few minutes later with Doctor Fred and Carl followed closely behind them looking so anxious.

“Where is she, what happened to her?" he asked nervously, earning a sharp look from me and his mate. I guess they all thought that Bethany was the one that needed a doctor, they were so shocked to see the bullet wound on my arm.

“Tell me she didn't do this?"

“Well, I could, but that would be me lying to make her look good and I ain't cut out for that s**t. The b***h came prepared, she ain't the goody two shoes you said she would be.

She shot met

She f*+***g shot me and her bullets were laced with wolfsbane. Now you and I know that king Ashford has restricted the use of wolfsbane since the war between us got heated. He confiscated the whole s**t and only I know how to get our supplies. S tell me, Carl, how did she get her supplies?” I asked rhetorically, knowing fully well that he doesn't have to answer that question, the answer is very obvious. Bethany has dealings with King Ashford.

“God help me, if I find out she is screwing that asshole, Ill cut off his F***g d**k and I'll f**+g kill that w**e!" I swore in anger. The doctor poured some disinfectants on my wound and I groaned in pain.

“Hold still, king Dominic, I'm about to pull out the bullet. You can chomp on this,” he advised calmly, handing me a chomp- cane. I rejected it, choosing to clench my teeth tight instead. I held on tightly to the armchair, grinding my teeth hard as he pulled it out. It hurt so badly.

“I can fix this Dom, I can get her to understand you and she will apologize and confess. Just let me go up and talk to her" he pleaded once more.

“Stay out of my business!” I yelled frustratedly. I'm still dealing with the fact that my mate may be having an affair with one of my enemies. I have no patience to pet and pamper traitors.

For f++*s sake, she tried to f*****g kill me, how can I let her go unpunished?

You could see the green vein-like lines on my arm around the bullet hole. The doctor used his syringe and sucked out the poisonous substance before it could circulate around my whole body and render me weak and paralyzed for a very long time.

Damn!

It hurts. Scott is in pain and I can feel it too. I can't even tell if the pain I'm feeling is from the wolfsbane or from my bleedin; heart that yearns for her understanding.

Is this how it feels like to be rejected?