His Son’s Reject

3: Thorne

Thorne’s POV

The roar of the engine cut through the evening air as she leaned into the turn, her bike gliding across the dirt with effortless and almost precision. She was good but not flawless. A little more training, a sharper edge to her control and she could be in the game, competing with the best.

Motocross maybe? Or even street racing? Whatever it was, she had the raw talent. She just needed to refine it. She has been the talk of the streets for a while now and I’m just meeting her. I’m glad I did. I love when I see potential in someone.

While leaning against my own beast behind me, I watched as she got down from the bike and removed her helmet with a big grin on her face. Voss, a human biker and also a street racer gave her a high five and so did the rest of the bikers hovering around the street.

She is a beautiful girl probably around her early twenties with long golden blonde hair that looks like sunshine and what I could tell was dark but bright blue eyes from here. She is petite standing around five feet two and a small frame with nice t**s and hips.

I was the only one she didn’t approach mainly because she doesn’t know me but I also know why.

She is a werewolf and she could feel it in her body that I am one too and not a regular one. An alphas aura is exuded just by his presence and I’m sure she could feel it rolling off me in waves. Even humans are intimidated by it which means a werewolf would be more than intimidated. They’d be scared.

Voss wrapped an arm around her and yanked her towards me, making her force a polite smile. She wasn’t sure how to deal with a werewolf when she was around humans. I’m sure she knows not to let our secret out because humans aren’t supposed to know we exist.

“Sab, this is Thorne, the king of racers and Thorne, our able new recruit Sable.” Voss introduced subtly shoving her towards me knowing she needed my approval to continue existing in my ground.

Instead of waiting for her to tilt her neck in submission knowing it took every effort in her not to do that to an alpha, I offered her my gloved hands. She stared at it for a second then slowly took it with her smaller one. I gave her a firm handshake to send messages.

‘Don’t give us away. Maintain this facade and we will be fine.’

“Nice meeting you, Sable.” I said gruffly watching her shake a little at the sound of my voice. I get that a lot too.

“Thank you.” She murmured and before she could say more Voss had left her and she quickly tilted her head a bit in submission.

“Now, don’t do that sweetheart.” I said drawing her closer by uprighting her head and pretending to remove a lint from her black jacket.

“Yes, Alpha.” She answered hesitantly, staring at me with those large doe eyes that made blood shoot straight to my groin.

“Don’t call me alpha. Call me Thorne.” I murmured, forcing myself not to drag her towards me and just decided to watch her movement.

Then I scent the air with a cruel smile on my face. She is aroused as much as I am but there is something else in that scent. Something tentative and so f*****g erotic and beautiful. My eyes changed when I connected the dots and saw her eyes widen too.

“Mate!” I growled, dragging her by her waist so her soft body is flat against me.

“Mate. Mate.” She repeated, her eyes staring all over my face in wonder and other emotions I cannot tell. They are so vivid.

I stood there momentarily stunned for a moment because finding my mate in the human world is the last thing I expected. Not just any mate, someone that is definitely half my age or the age of my twins. This is the most absurd thing Moon Goddess has ever done so far.

My first mate, well she was not my mate. She was just someone I wanted to settle with and make my Luna but she run away after she gave birth to our twin children. She never looked back and I never went searching for her either. Maybe she’s found her mate somewhere and decided to settle.

I have given up on ever finding my own mate and even began to resent whoever ended up being my mate for hiding away from me for so long. Moon goddess decided to create my mate after I have given birth? What the hell is she playing at? Because Sable definitely looks younger than my twins.

“This can’t be real…” I heard her murmuring while still staring at me, swallowing then she leaned down and desperately took my lips with hers.

I didn’t give into the kiss and instead looked around the street to find every pair of eyes on us looking shocked. Even Voss that was talking to a racer stopped to stare at us then he winked and started distracting the others. He thinks I’ve got myself a good lay.

If only he knew it was deeper than that.

I gently pushed her away from me but she kept leaning in. I know the mating bond is in play so I carried her by her hips and placed her on top of my bike then hopped on by myself. I feel her lean towards me again, her arms wrapped around my abs and it contracted in her hold.

“Hold on tight.” I told her to make sure she’s got her helmet back on, then I signaled Voss to take care of her bike and zoomed off.

I know they must be wondering why I couldn’t keep it professional with Sable when I have been doing that for years. I own the streets of Texas and most of the monsters rode by these talented bikers. I never once let the professionalism slip but Sable, f**k this is something. She is my mate.

Even though I have longer given up on having a mate, I am not immune to the pull. I cannot wait to get her in my bedroom, f**k her slowly then fast as I mark her delicate neck. I’ll find a pulse there and sink my teeth… f**k I almost hit a car.