The Alpha King's Only Mate

Chapter 5

Elizabeth’s POV.

My heart raced as Tyson unlocked the door and stepped into the room, his presence commanding and intimidating.

As his beautiful dark hair panned gently side to side, I saw how dashingly handsome he looked.

Confident as ever, his elegant outfit accentuating his towering height and muscular build. Everything about him seemed perfectly put together, from his impeccably groomed hair to the subtle charisma that seemed to radiate from his every pore.

Rose and I stood frozen in shock as Tyson approached us. He stopped before us, his gaze sweeping over us with a hint of amusement.

“Aren't you going to greet me?”

With a gentle but firm voice, he questioned.

I pinched my best friend immediately, “Get up, get up!”

I reminded my best friend to stand straight, we watched his eyes flicker with a mixture of authority and kindness.

I swallowed hard, my palms growing clammy as Tyson handed me the pills he assumed I needed. He asked if there was anything else and I shook my head.

“In that case, your study will begin soon. Get ready for it. I'm off.” he said and then turned away.

I murmured my thanks, my voice barely above a whisper, as he turned to leave. But before he could make his exit, Rose nudged me in the side, her eyes filled with determination.

"Elizabeth, you have to ask him," she whispered urgently, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "You have to confront him about what we heard."

I hesitated, my mind swirling with doubt and fear. Confronting Tyson was the last thing I wanted to do, especially since he was the only reason I was here. I had no where else to go. I opened my mouth to speak but the word eluded me.

But Rose was right, I couldn't let this opportunity slip away. I had to know the truth, no matter how uncomfortable it might be.

Gathering my courage, I called out to Tyson as he reached the door, my voice trembling with uncertainty. He paused, his hand on the doorknob, and turned back to face me, a curious expression on his face.

"Why did you call my name, Elizabeth?" he asked, his tone calm but curious.

I stumbled over my words, struggling to find the right thing to say. But as Rose stepped forward, her voice steady and determined, I felt a surge of gratitude wash over me.

"We want to know if you have a mate," she said boldly, her gaze locked with Tyson's.

Tyson's eyes narrowed, a hint of surprise flickering across his features before he regained his composure.

He studied us for a long moment, his expression unreadable, before he finally spoke.

"I do not have a mate," he replied simply, his voice devoid of emotion. “You are my mate.”

But before Rose or I could press him further, Tyson turned on his heel and walked back outside, leaving us standing there in stunned silence. I watched him disappear behind the door, my heart sinking with disappointment.

Maybe Rose was right, maybe we needed to leave this place immediately. The tension and uncertainty that hung in the air were suffocating, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

With a heavy heart, I turned to Rose, her eyes mirroring my own sense of unease. We exchanged a silent glance, a silent acknowledgment of the decision we both knew we had to make.

It was time to leave. Time to escape.

“You know what needs to be done.”

Do I?

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I sat in my study, the light casting long shadows across the room as I skimmed through my notes. My teacher for the medical course, hired by Alpha Tyson himself, was only a room away, taking a break before our lesson resumed. But for now, it was just me and the quiet solitude of the empty study.

I was halfway through my notes when I heard footsteps approaching. Assuming it was my teacher returning from his break, I straightened up, ready to resume our lesson. But as I turned to greet him, my heart skipped a beat at the sight of the figure standing in the doorway.

It wasn't my teacher. It was a woman.

I blinked in confusion, my mind struggling to make sense of what I was seeing. Naturally, I assumed it was my best friend, Rose, coming to check on me. But as the figure stepped further into the room, I realized I was wrong.

It was Sandra.

Sandra, the Alpha's fiancée, the Lady of the pack. She moved with a grace and confidence that sent shivers down my spine, her eyes locking onto mine with a predatory intensity that made my skin crawl.

I instinctively reached up to twist a lock of my auburn hair between my fingers, my nerves jangling with unease as Sandra circled around me like a predator stalking its prey.

Now that she was here, the atmosphere shifted from one of quiet study to one of serious tension, and I found myself shivering despite the warmth of the room.

Sandra finally stopped before me, her smile sending a chill down my spine as she lowered herself to my eye level. I couldn't bring myself to meet her gaze, my eyes glued to the floor as I waited with bated breath for whatever she had come here for.

"Elizabeth," she purred, her voice like honey and velvet, "it's so nice to finally meet you again."

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry as I struggled to find the words to respond. Sandra's presence was overwhelming, her energy suffocating as she loomed over me like a dark cloud.

"I... I'm sorry, Sandra," I managed to stammer, my voice barely above a whisper. "I-I didn't expect to see you here."

Sandra's smile widened, revealing a flash of white teeth that sent a shiver down my spine. "Oh, don't apologize, dear," she said sweetly, her tone dripping with false sincerity. "I just wanted to check in on you, see how you were settling in."

I nodded weakly, my mind racing with questions and uncertainties. Why had Sandra come to see me? What did she want from me? And more importantly, how could I escape from this suffocating presence without causing offense?

But before I could gather my thoughts and form a coherent response, Sandra stood up and turned to leave, her heels clicking against the floor with a finality that left me feeling cold and exposed.

"Take care, Elizabeth," she called over her shoulder, her voice echoing through the room like a haunting whisper. "We'll be seeing each other again soon."

And with that promise hanging in the air, Sandra disappeared from view, leaving me alone once more in the empty study. I let out a shaky breath, my hands trembling as I tried to steady myself against the sudden onslaught of fear and uncertainty.

What did Sandra want from me?