Taming His Alpha Female

the end of me

*George’s POV*

Holding one’s mate, skin to skin, is undoubtedly the most amazing experience in the world. The water poured down our bodies, crashing to the tiled floor below. I pressed my lips to her head, closing my eyes firmly as I savoured her scent together with the intensity of the moment. She pressed her cheek to my chest. My heart beating for her, and her alone. She owned me, body, mind and soul. She turned her head to look up at me and I kissed her again. Her lips moulding to mine as I felt myself fall for her. I felt her muscles tense under my palms at the sound of her cellphone ringing. She started pulling away, ready to leave... but I wasn’t ready. I don’t think I would ever be ready.

“Stay with me,” I said, my voice steady, where I was anything but. I was practically begging her not to go. My fingers remained laced with hers as I pulled her back.

“I can’t,” she said, her gaze falling to the floor. Her answer, and the way she gave it, practically broke me. “It’s better this way,” she told me as she looked up into my eyes. Her expression decided. Stubborn.

“I don’t want you to go,” I said. Want being an understatement. I couldn’t bear to see her go. The thought alone made my muscles twitch and my fists clench.

“You won’t want me if I stay,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. There it was again, her mask lifting from her face, and I saw the sad girl I saw earlier. What happened to her?

“Babe, nothing you can do will ever stop me from wanting you.”

“What do you want from me?” she asked.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you! All of you! Always!” I pulled her to me again, wrapping her in my arms. Holding her like this made her feel so fragile. If I could freeze time, it would be now, while I still had her in my arms. “I want my c**k inside of you, and I want to see you lose yourself because of me.” Her lips parted as she looked up at me, her eyes darkened. I felt closest to her when our bodies became one. I didn’t want that feeling to go away.

“That I can do,” she said, a soft smile spreading on her face. “But I can’t be your mate... not in the way you want me to be. The gods did not put together me for that.”

With my index finger under her chin, I tilted her face up to look at me as I leant in, almost touching my lips to her as I whispered, “I can make you happy, baby.” Her breath was warm and sweet against my lips as she exhaled.

“That’s a favour I cannot return.” She took a step away from me, breaking our connection as she walked out of the shower. Wet footprints followed her as she put distance between us. My chest tightened. Get mate, my wolf commanded me. I couldn’t force anything on her. She was a stubborn girl. Giving her opposition will only make her fight back, and I didn’t want to fight her.

I watched her pick up her phone and dial as I turned off the water and grabbed at my towel.

“Yes, Dad?” she said. “Alright...”, “Calm down, I will be right there.” She set the phone down with an exasperated sigh as she got dressed. If I wasn’t about to head into a panic attack at the sight of her leaving me, I would’ve stopped to wonder what was behind that phone call, but I couldn’t think straight. My body trembled as the sound of blood rushing in my ears drove me toward a proverbial cliff.

“Are you enjoying the view?” she said, making light of the situation.

“Yes, although I’d much rather see you take those off.” I smiled back at her, and then she left, without so much as a goodbye.

*Miranda’s POV*

I turned the lock and pushed through the locker room door, meeting the gaze of three men I used to f**k. They thrust their chins out at me, and greeted me, hopefully. Craving attention like the needy mutts they were.

“Hey Miranda,” one said as he squeezed my ass in passing. I spun around on my heels, using the momentum to connect my fist to his nose.

“Ah!” he screamed as he held his hands to his nose. Blood ran like rivers from between his fingers, dripping onto the black rubber flooring. “b***h!”

“Disrespect me again and you won’t live to utter another word,” I hissed as I turned to leave the gym. I kept walking, forcing myself not to look back. I set my eyes only on the path before me as emotions started boiling over inside of me, my chin quivering as I tried to hold back. My knuckles hurt, and I held them firmly to my chest as I marched out the front door. When I reached the parking lot, I ran.

Quickly, before anyone sees you. They can’t see you cry. Crying is for the weak.

I pushed the button on my keys, my Audi greeting me with its reassuring Beep, Beep. I got in, not wasting a second. Then threw my head back against the leather headrest and I tried to steady my breathing. I was reaching a point of hyperventilation as tears flowed freely down my face. I surrendered, allowing the emotion to consume me. Burn me out and get it out of my system. I slammed my palms onto the steering wheel repeatedly, taking my frustration out on it. I screamed as I felt the walls around my heart crumble and fall, exposing me.

Fuck! f**k! f**k!

I caught sight of my reflection in the rearview mirror. My eyes read, cheeks wet, and lips swollen. I pushed it away, refusing to look into the eyes of a traitor. That’s what I was, a traitor. I had promised myself that I would never be vulnerable before a man again, and here I was... feeling... My heart and my body yearning for him. I barely knew him. How could I trust him? My chin quivered and my hands shook until I heard a knock on my window. Wiping my eyes, I opened the door, seeing him, my mate, looking straight at me as he sank to his knees.

“Don’t cry, my angel. Are you alright?” he asked as he wiped a tear from my cheek and took my reddened hand in his. “Did he hurt you?”

I snorted, laughing at his comment... that i***t? Hurt me? Not on my watch. “I’ve got to get to work,” I said dismissively, my voice cracking under the weight of my judgement. I was the judge, and the convicted.

“At least, tell me where I can find you?” he asked. I took a deep breath.

“My place, after work. We need to talk about the... terms... of this arrangement.” I watched him frown at my statement. I wanted him. Clearly, my wolf needed him, but it will have to be on my terms if I were to survive the inevitable fallout.

I ran my hand over my face, finding the strength to do what I had never done before... bring a guy home. I am not a coward. I will at least try.

Taking the pen from my door, I leant forward and wrote my address on his hand, watching his lips curve into a smile, and feeling my tummy flutter at the thought of having him there. Doing that would make this... real. I had to be real careful about how I handled this.

“Six o’clock.”

“Can’t wait,” he said. I closed the door in front of him and turned on the engine.

Fuck!

He will be the end of me.