My Bad Alpha Mate (Book 1)

Chapter 6: Bonding and Blood

The sun seeps through the window and shines right in my face. I squint and roll over brushing against Keaton in bed. I smile biting my lip as I look at his sleeping form. He sleeps peacefully, looking almost innocent.

I spend five minutes slipping quietly out of the room, trying not to wake Keaton, and head down the staircase to the kitchen. I reach the landing and walk into the kitchen, looking for coffee. I fill up the machine and inhale the aroma of the freshly pressed coffee beans.

A door down the hall opens and I hear a pattern of slippered feet against the marble floors. My heart rate increases. I'm nervous about meeting my new pack members. Many of them saw Keaton mark me, but it still makes me uneasy. I see a mass of curly black hair, and find myself looking into Luna Rose's eyes.

"Why hello dear," she greets smiling.

"Good morning Luna," I bow my head in respect.

"Oh darling, none of that. You're my new daughter," she walks closer and pulls me into a hug.

I hug her back, feeling her positive energy fill the room. She's truly the greatest Luna I've seen. My mom's a Luna, but she's not as delicate or powerful compared to Luna Rose.

It is said that Luna Rose is a descendant of the first pack of werewolves. She's first cousins to the Werewolf King and a distant relative to the Moongoddess. It's an honor just being in the same room as her, and her hugging me is like meeting the Moongoddess herself.

"I'm so happy my Keaton has found you," she whispers, "He's needed his mate for a long time."

I knit my eyebrows at her words, but don't ask what she means by that. Keaton is supposed to be the most powerful Alpha yet, due to his royal blood, so how could he possibly be struggling before finding me?

Luna Rose must have sensed my confusion, "My Keaton has had a very difficult upbringing. This pack has a certain reputation. Keaton was molded by this pack and its reputation. He is difficult to love."

I stare stunned, "What does that mean for him and myself?"

"With you're influence, he could change," she explains, smiling slightly.

"I will do my best to be his mate," I say quietly looking down.

Luna Rose lifts my chin so I look into her eyes, "I think you'll do just fine, my dear."

"Thank you. I'm glad I've found Keaton."

"You could change the whole image of this pack. It will be an honor to watch you grow," she smiles with genuine feeling.

I know she meant it as a friendly gesture, but her words make me nervous. Can I be a great Luna? Can I change this pack so that it isn't perceived as a pack that kills others for vengeance or security?

"Now if you'll excuse me dear, I must attend to my husband," she states before walking out.

I take a deep cleansing breath and grab my cup of coffee. I decide to explore the whole pack house. It's gigantic, nearly two hundred rooms. Since this is the biggest pack in America, there has to be comfortable living space for half the pack. Other mates live out of the packhouse in some of the cottages on the land, but the packhouse is where the majority of the pack lives.

I travel down long corridors that seem endless. The Alpha, Luna, and their children all have their own floors so they have privacy and extra space. Now as the future Luna, I have my own floor with Keaton, which contains four rooms, not including our large bedroom and bath. It's almost enough to make my head spin.

I decide to explore the other floors belonging to the pack members. Since they are regular wolfs with no title, they have one or two rooms and no private floor. I walk, looking at the fine art and statues that line the halls giving off a rich and elegant feeling. As I walk, I see that the pack is slowly waking up and people begin to emerge from their rooms. They smile politely at me, thinking I'm just a guest from another pack, not their future Luna. I'm not at all offended and smile warmly back at them.

Suddenly someone knocks into me, almost spilling my coffee onto my silk nightgown. I look up into the eyes of a girl, who makes me feel like an ugly toad compared to her. She has long flowing blonde hair, a perfectly sculpted figure, and a face that could make anyone stare in awe. But her eyes are hard and cruel.

"Watch where you're going, b***h," she sneers, analyzing at me from head to toe.

"I'm sorry," I apologize, looking down at my slippered feet. For some reason I feel completely helpless and can't even defend myself.

"f*****g right you're sorry," she growls, before turning around and clicking her designer heels down the hall.

I flush in embarrassment, and decide to return to my own floor. I backtrack until I find myself one floor from mine, the future Beta's floor. I decide to see if Christina is awake. I smile remembering the look of love in her eyes when she found her mate.

I knock lightly on the door and hear a soft shuffling before the door opens to reveal a sleepy Christina.

"Ugh what time is it?" She yawns.

I reach into my silk robe and check my phone, "Seven thirty. How'd you sleep?"

"The best I ever have. Lola, I feel so safe and secure around him, I don't think I can part with him for even a second," she gushes.

I giggle, "I know the feeling. But could you spare a few minutes with your best friend?"

"For you Lo, anything. Let me grab my robe and kiss my baby goodbye," she says, then disappears back into her room, before emerging two minutes later.

"So! What happened last night?" She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

I shove her playfully, "Not that perv! We only met yesterday."

"Says the girl who was marked by him the second she laid eyes on him" she scoffs

"Well that's supposed to happen," I blush.

"I get it. Josh and I haven't marked yet, but it will happen any day now," she blushes.

I nod and walk in silence for a few moments. Christina looks at me curiously. I'm usually not this quiet.

"Lo, what's wrong? You seem down."

I can't hold it in any longer, "Do you think I've done the right thing? I mean, I barely know a thing about him and I let him mark me on impulse. I love him already, but I don't know if I'm only feeling that way because we're mates. All the stories say he's ruthless and dangerous, but he doesn't seem that way in person. His mom told me his upbringing was dark. I feel like my presence is pressuring him into this and what if he ends up resenting me for it? What if he doesn't want this?"

I exhale after my rant, trying to catch my breath. I look at her and her mouth is wide open and her expression is shocked. I instantly regret shoving all that on her.

"Wow. That's a lot," she stares wide eyed.

"I'm sorry for dumping all that on you. Just forget it. I'm being stupid," I look down.

"No, that's not what I meant. What I meant was, that's a lot for you to wrestle with. You've kept all that uncertain feeling pent up and you needed to vent to someone. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I don't have the answers," she pats my back.

"Am I allowed to feel all that? To question everything?" I ask, desperately seeking an answer.

"I honestly don't know. I guess I expected when we find our mates that nothing would need be questioned, but maybe that's not necessarily true."

"Maybe I'm overreacting. I'm probably just nervous about being Luna. Forget everything I just said," I request, and she nods.

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I drop Christina off at her room and head back to my room. On the way, I discover an elevator that offers an easier way to get to rooms instead of having to climb floors and floors of stairs.

I smile thinking of Keaton and how ridiculous I was for questioning his intentions. I picture his green eyes and his beautiful smile as he held me yesterday.

I enter our room, and the second I walk through the door, I'm shoved into the wall. I shriek in surprise and stare wide eyed at a pair of dark eyes. Keaton. He presses me harder into the wall and lifts me up by my thighs. I inhale sharply and moan. He kisses down my neck with searing hot, lust filled kisses.

"Where did you run off to, my little mate?" he asks huskily, making my center damp with need.

"D-Downstairs to e-explo- oh!" I gasp suddenly, when he squeezes my breast. My n*****s tighten instantly.

"Ke-Keaton" I beg, not really knowing why. I feel his erection pressed into my pelvis, inches from where I drip with heat.

"What is it, little mate?" he groans, grinding me into him hard.

I clench my legs, bringing him closer to me. I nearly scream when his bulge rubs right against the place where I want it most. I can feel my wetness dripping down my thighs and dampening his boxers. Two thin pieces of material separate our arousals. I know that there's no way I'm waiting weeks or months to mate with him. It's going to happen now.

"I'm going to take you," he grips my waist hard.

"Yes," I breathe, desperately wanting this.

With my permission granted, he moves us to the bed and begins to undress me. I stare at him. His six pack glistens with sweat and his v-lines angle into his boxers where his erection stands at attention.

I've never done this before, and I'm nervous. With a sudden burst of courage I grab his member and trace it with my index finger. Keaton gasps and thrusts into my hand. It feels big, hot, and hard. His eyes turn as black as night, and I know his wolf is taking control. He rips off my clothes, tearing my nightgown, robe, and panties. He latches onto my n****e and bites it gently. I arch off the bed and slam my pelvis into his erection. He switches to my other n****e and does the same thing, causing me to shove down his boxers and pump his d**k.

"I'm going to take you very, very, hard," he growls in my ear.

I nod biting his ear and moaning. I lay naked in front of him. He sits up and takes in my body with lustful eyes.

"f**k foreplay," he grits.

Lining up his rod with my center, he thrusts in. My virginity tears away, leaving me in searing pain. He doesn't say a word about my obvious pain. He slams in and out of me. Slowly the pain goes away and I moan in pleasure. Something feels wrong. I shake off the feeling thinking it's just me being nervous.

His grunts of pleasure mix with my screams of passion, taking us higher and higher. My pleasure breaks apart and I climax, squeezing him with my walls. He curses and his hips slam faster and I feel his hot seed shooting deep into me.

"Oh my god" I scream once more before coming down.

He grunts and pulls out, rolling over next to me. I lay there cooling down, and waiting for him to say something. I look over and find him fast asleep. I stare at him confused, I expected him to at least say something to me. Maybe I'm being too clingy. I snuggle closer to him and feel darkness consume me.

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Pain.

Deep searing pain in my heart.

I wake up screaming. My body feels like its been torn from the inside. I grasp my naked chest looking around for Keaton. Alone. I'm all alone. It's dusk, and pale darkness hangs in the room. A larger wave of pain hits me, knocking me off the bed onto the floor below. I wrap my arms around my body trying to comfort myself. Sobs rack my body and tears pour down my cheeks. What's happening!

Using all the strength I have left, I crawl across the floor to the chair where my robe is. I struggle desperately to pull it on. The pain becomes less searing, leaving me enough time to limp out of my room and into the deserted hallway. Just as I am about to descend the stairs to get help, I hear a faint scuffle in the room down the hall. It's coming from Keaton's office. He has a temporary workspace on our floor until he takes over the Alpha position and moves into his father's office.

I limp towards the door and take a few seconds to breathe before opening the door. The pain comes back. This time searing my insides. I open the door and fall into the room. Then it all makes sense. Where the pain comes from. Why it comes from my heart.

Laying naked, spread across the desk, moaning is the girl who bumped me in the hallway. And thrusting into her without a trace of guilt is the person who's supposed to be my other half. My mate. My Keaton. Stopping mid-thrust after hearing the door, he looks to me. His green eyes meet my watery painful ones. Then he does something I least expected, he smiles. A sick, heartless, smile spreads across his face. He pulls back, and then thrusts into the girl. That one thrust shattered everything. Every piece of my heart breaks. Tears spill down my face.

I have to get out of here. I stand up watching his smile grow at my frail form. I turn and stagger down the hall, trying to get as far away from that room as possible. That smile and his face is etched into my brain. Everytime I close my eyes, that is all I see. I make it to the stairs and fall down them. I nearly break my neck, not that I could care, as far as I'm concerned I'm already dead. I tumble until I slam into the marble floor of the living room.

Everyone sits watching a football game, from what I can see more than half the pack is here. I collapse onto the floor, my body giving up. Everyone turns away from the game and all eyes fall on me. Alarmed stares, pained expressions, and concerned faces surround the room.

"Lola!" Christina screams running to me.

"Holy s**t!" Josh shouts, rushing forward.

"Call the pack doctor!" Luna Rose yells so loud the windows shake.

Multiple pack members run off to get the doctor. Rose runs to my side, cradling my body.

My vision begins to blur, faces that stare turn to blobs, pain beating in my ears. Then my mind link opens.

'Does it hurt?' a voice sneers.

I heave in a painful breath. Keaton. I let out a high pitched scream that begins to make my ears bleed. Red rivers drip from my ears.

"Oh my god! She bleeding!" Christina screeches.

'Did you honestly think I wanted you? You're weak and pathetic. I only mated with your ugly body so I have a Luna, so my dad would give me the title. You are nothing to me. You'll never make a good Luna. You bring shame to this pack and to me.'

I cough up blood. Spilling the red substance onto the marble floor and staining my robe. I feel like a knife is slicing my intestines apart.

"She's losing blood!" a voice roars.

But I'm too far gone to hear.