Chapter 002
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Chapter 002
Myra’s POV
Either the moon goddess was drunk or she made an error while working the fate of werewolves and their partner.
I sniffed harder, to make sure the earthly strong scent of sandalwood came from him and I almost moaned at the delight as the smell wafted back into my nose.
“How can I be mated to you?” He questioned with irritation, eyeing me from the top of my head straight down to my toes, disappointment etched above his expression.
At that moment, the same question spun within me, and only then did I notice he was naked and his manhood dangled freely in front of me upright. Rock hard like a steel and all moistened.
I withdrew my gaze, not wanting to appear tasty in sight of him- albeit the thought of me taking him full sparked beneath my mind. That was going to be my first time having a dirty thought, and I blame it on the mate bond.
For a d**k that he is, he sure held the reputation below.
My eyes racked up his body, to assess his manly physique that brought a silent gasp through my lips.
For a cruel monster with no heart, he certainly has the face capable of being the devil, and a body perfectly sculpted for his sadistic tendencies.
He was ripped and he knew it, all muscled up with the abs, and broad shoulders. All the way down to his rigid thighs, long strong legs that blessed him the height over six foot and two inches.
Okay, was it the mate bond or exactly why am I finding a monster like him so damn attractive. He’s so fine, my goddess! I’ve never seen him in this light before nor inspected his appearance. Again I blame it on the mate bond.
A snapped from my senses, I averted my scrutinizing gaze away to look him up in the eyes with my head tipped forward.
“That’s a question for fate, not me.” After much silence, my response leaked out. His eyes grating me all over.
He was also checking me out as I was doing to him seconds ago, and something punched within me to sprinkle some hurt after witnessing his disgusted face as the result expression of checking me out. I may not know how I look or what I look like, but I’m sure it’s not that bad.
“Get out!” His head whirled behind, laying the order out to whoever was inside the room with him giving him a good time before fate procured itself.
“But Alpha, you’re not yet dress and-“
“Get out!” His voice resounded with more pitch, the shuffling steps of the female rattled past him and me next in a hurry, before I could even know who she was.
From her response, I already deduced her to be the maid in charge of dressing him up. Yet she was doing something else entirely, while the ongoing function was in his name. In fact was for him.
I took him for an asshole, never for a man w***e. Or what would you term a man getting s****l with a maid sent to dress him up?
And doesn’t he have a girlfriend. The b***h said to be studying in the city, she was the beta’s first daughter and a close friend of Logan’s.
Both of them were so close then until she left for the city to go study, rumors around the pack has me believing they were dating. A lot then speculated about their relationship, that it was more than a friendship and it does seems like it.
He was now alone with me, gaze buried into each other.
I wouldn’t dare to match his gaze if it wasn’t for the situation. His hand would have circled my neck and have my respiration restricted.
“I can’t be mated to you. Eww.” Irritation washed over his tongue, his face reflecting the feeling out to me.
I could bother less about his hatred. I almost rolled my eyes at him. “Well you are, so how does the rejection work? Let’s get on with it,” I told him, letting him know through my statement that he wasn’t and will never be my choice too.
If the world was rid of werewolves and left with the both of us mated, I will happily die mateless and alone than be mated with him or a clone of him.
His eyes blazed, anger rushing through them. Only then did I realize I have been breaking his rules, his electric blue eyes captured mine in a daze, and sassiness peeked through mine.
“Get your eyes off me!” His gruff voice rebuked, and it took every ounce of my soul to stand my muscles down from rolling my eyes at him again.
“The situation at hand requires eye contact, so lay low on the bloody rule, Alpha- jerk,” The words came out brazened, making sure to mouth the added title.
“What did you just call me?” His brows furrowed, his gaze slightly squinted, baiting for me to repeat myself or sank with rendition.
“Are you going to reject me or I have to spend the next few minutes with you naked? If I will, then I’ll need a blindfold.” I changed the subject totally, speaking back around to the situation.
His hand shot forward at the heard of my sentence to circle my neck as he strangled gently at first. I looked at him nearly fazed.
“You will address me with respect!” He warned in a stern voice, raising his face at me as he shot me a cocky glare, his aura becoming intimidating with his stupid Alpha-ness.
Oh how much I pity this useless pack for coronating this i***t into becoming their leader, well I wish he leads them to their doom.
My breathing hitched, is hand tightening around my neck. “Do you understand?” He whirled for my attention, but I mask my pain with a stoic glance.
“If you kill me now, chances are you’ll die with me. So are you going to shatter the stupid bond first or accept it? Pick one and let’s know if you’re going to later kill me,” I told him amidst my choking pain, his hand dropped off my neck at once, something flashed through his eyes before I could get a grasp.
“You don’t even want me,”he said the obvious, earning the award for figuring that out sooner.
He’s a big fool if he thinks I’d want anything to do with him, like some bond is just gonna sweep in and swirl all my hatred away for him and make me forget all he has done to me. A big fool.
“It’s mutual. Now it’s only classy for you to do honor, or I would have.” I shrugged at his sudden solemnity.
“I loathe your presence, stop talking,” he sentenced in a deep weary tone. And I wonder what got into his nerve, yikes he looks bothered as heck.
“I, Alpha Logan of the Crystal Moon Pack rejects you, Myra. A very useless and worthless omega to ever be my mate, and my future Luna,” he spewed with primal disgust, eyes void of any regret as the statement came into utterance.
“And I, Myra De Vries accepts your rejection,” I followed the recitement. His beautiful scent draining off my nostrils.
The brewing bond shattered and I felt no pain, however I couldn’t say the same for him when he held his heart, hurt visibly flashing through his eyes.
He staggered backwards and shock morphed on my expression.
“Get out!” He yelled at me the moment he noticed me witnessing his painful moment.
If he’s feeling pain out of the rejection, that could only mean one thing. He wanted the bond, he was attracted to it. Yet he rejected it.
“Get out!” His voice came yelling once again, and I had to succumb.
The question, however, remains. Alpha Logan was attracted to me after all?
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