Mated to the Alpha

2

I look around but there’s no old beater with black smoke pouring out of the exhaust.

My grizzly starts going nuts. He’s charging forward and trying to break out. I flex my body, grit my teeth, and force him back down. He’s so powerful today that he almost slips through.

“What are you doing?” The words come out all scratchy and broken. My throat is on fire. It feels like I swallowed a red-hot charcoal briquette.

A blue car rolls by and the intense scent of the woman inside is overpowering. It staggers me. I clutch my chest as my legs wobble.

I try to catch a glimpse of the girl inside but all I can see is blonde hair and a round shoulder.

My bear tries to surge through again and I fall to a knee. I take off my helmet and grab a fistful of my hair, grunting like a freakshow as I fight him back down.

The next couple of cars that roll by are looking at me instead of at the accident. I told you I was more of a wreck.

Finally, I get my bear back down and it hits me like a slap in the face.

That was my mate.

The intense smell… it’s still flowing through me in a sweet pain. Only now the burning has turned into a warm comforting glow that seems to be radiating through me.

My heart is pounding. My pulse is racing.

I have to find her. I need to get her.

The only problem is, her car is gone. Once the traffic passes the accident, it picks back up and the cars zoom away.

I look around in a panic. I can’t lose her. Not after I’ve spent my life waiting for her.

I didn’t even get to see her beautiful face or curvy body. Did she have a curvy body? I didn’t see…

I feel twitchy all over as I look around in a panic. A brown car rolls by and I grab the door handle, trying to yank it open. It’s locked. The guy speeds off when he sees the panicked look in my eyes.

The next three cars have locked doors as well. I don’t know what I even plan on doing… ripping the people out of their cars, getting behind the wheel, and going after her?

That’s crazy, but it’s the best idea I can think of.

She’s getting farther away and I’m still here. I start to feel sick. I want to throw up.

I look around and my breath stops when I see the crashed motorcycle. It’s upside-down and covered with mud but I bet it still works.

Without a second of hesitation, I sprint over to it.

Carter is checking the motorcyclist for a concussion while they wait for the ambulance to arrive. He looks at me funny as I run past him.

“Maybe someone should check him for a brain injury,” I hear him say.

I grab the bike and pull it out of the dirt. The handlebars are a little bent, but it’s better than nothing.

“Rylan!” Blake snaps as he starts walking over.

I ignore him as I climb onto the bike and start it.

He starts running. “Rylan! What in the hell are you—”

The sound of the engine drowns him out and I take off, flying down the road to catch my mate.

It’s a two-lane expressway, one lane for each direction. There’s a row of traffic on my left and the guy in front of me is going too damn slow.

I start to get all panicky and twitchy when I try to pass him and I can’t.

“Come on,” I growl as the fierce wind hits my face.

Finally, the traffic in the opposing lane stops. I turn into it and swerve between honking cars as I race to catch up to my girl.

I crank the throttle and go even faster. The muddy bike roars under me as I swerve around an oncoming minivan and back into my lane.

My eyes are four cars up but I still can’t see her. The expressway reaches the mountains and the road becomes windier with more blind turns.

I don’t let up. My mate is up there and I’ll do anything to find her. I just want to see her face. I need to know what color eyes she has. What her lips look like. Will she recognize me when she sees me?

“Yes!” I shout when I eventually see her blue car in the distance. I rev the bike even harder and race to catch up with her.

She’s all I can focus on as the cars and trees whizz by.

My bear is deathly quiet. Completely still. He wants to find her as much as I do. It’s our sole purpose in life—to find the girl we’re going to claim, breed, and mark as our own.

She’s so close…

I swerve around the last car and then drive up beside her. My hands are shaking and my heart feels like it’s going to explode as I ride up alongside her car.

There’s a gym bag in her backseat and I grin as another whiff of her intoxicating scent hits my nose. The wind is taking it away too fast. I want to breathe it in slowly, savor it, revel in it, but I can’t. Not yet anyway.

I roll up beside her door and the sight of her blonde hair snatches my breath away. She’s stunning. I haven’t seen her face, but I already know.

A car flies past me in the opposite direction, honking angrily as his side mirror grazes my elbow. I can’t take my eyes off her. I need her to see me.

I reach out to knock on her window as we approach a sharp turn in the mountain road, but I’m forced to keep my hands on the handlebars.

A rush of adrenaline hits me when I move up a little faster. This is the moment I’ve been waiting twenty-eight years for. The moment I’ve dreamed of and thought of whenever I stroked my hard c**k.

I’m finally about to see my mate.

There’s no doubt in my mind that it’s her. I can feel it with every aching cell in my body.

I can’t peel my eyes off of her.

That’s why I don’t see the eighteen-wheeler truck speeding around the bend that’s headed right for me.

I hear the horn and I snap my eyes away from her just in time to see the bug-splattered MACK on the big metal grill.

After that, everything goes black…