Mated To The Wrong Alpha

The Wrong Mate

Chapter 5

Freya's POV

“Freya! Are you okay?”

Mom’s voice comes across the table, but Julian moves first. He leans in, one hand on my back, the other grabbing a glass of water and pressing it to my lips.

“Drink slowly,” he urges. His warm brown eyes search my face as I cough and sputter.

I take the glass with shaky hands and sip, the cool liquid soothing my burning throat. I keep my gaze down, refusing to look at Ronan. What the hell was that look?

“Careful,” Ronan says coldly from across the table, loud enough for everyone to hear. “You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself so soon, Freya.”

Heat floods my cheeks, accompanied with embarrassment. I can’t believe he just said that in front of both packs.

Julian rubs my back gently. “You alright now?”

I nod quickly and push the glass away. “I’m fine. I can feed myself, thank you.”

My father catches my eye from his seat. He smiles proudly, like I am already the perfect little alliance bride. I groan inside. When will this nightmare end?

‘Yara, I just want to go home,’ I think to my wolf, frustration bubbling inside me.

‘No home for now, little wolf. You stay here.’ A deep, velvet voice slides into my mind through the link.

I freeze, fork halfway to my mouth. My eyes snap to Ronan. He watches me with a faint, dangerous smirk.

How? How can we be mind-linked? This only happens with your true mate. Julian is supposed to be my mate soon. He should be the one connected to me, not his father.

I struggle through the rest of the lunch, forcing bites down while they finalize the ceremony details and set the wedding date for next month. Every time Ronan’s gaze lands on me, heat crawls over my skin and my core clenches in memory.

The moment the formal part ends, I excuse myself. “I need some air.”

Julian finds me in the hallway minutes later. He looks genuinely sorry as he approaches.

“Freya, I’m sorry about my father. He can be cold sometimes. I didn’t want this marriage either, but I’m willing to try. For the sake of both packs and the peace we need.”

Guilt twists in my chest as I stare at him. “Okay,” I whisper.

He offers a small smile. “Let me show you around the pack house. You’ll be living here soon.”

I agree without a word, partly out of guilt.

As we leave the grand hall, I catch a glimpse of Ronan watching from where he stands. His expression darkens the second Julian takes my hand in his.

Something lightens inside me—jealousy? From Alpha Ronan? I can’t believe I just saw that flicker in someone so powerful.

‘No. You're just hallucinating.’

‘Seriously, you should stop doing that.’ I retort through the mind link.

Julian leads me eagerly through the corridors, stopping to point out training grounds visible from the windows and the grand library. We reach the beautiful garden at the back. He calls over a servant and orders fresh juices.

“I figured you didn’t like the food much back there,” he says as we sit on the reserved chairs.

“It’s not that,” I reply, forcing a smile. “Just… a lot on my mind.”

Julian turns to me with a neutral expression. “Do you even want this, Freya? The marriage?”

I remember my father’s threats, the way he looked at me like property. Knowing the amount of humiliation I'd get if rejected, I lie smoothly. “I’m willing to do anything for my pack.”

Julian smiles, relief softening his face.

Our moment breaks when his beta hurries over. “Alpha Julian, urgent matter from the eastern border. You’re needed immediately.”

Julian sighs. “I’ll be quick. Stay here and enjoy the garden.”

He leaves, and boredom settles in me fast. I stand and start strolling, not paying attention to direction. The pull of a familiar scent suddenly tugs at me. Yara stirs hard, pressing against my ribs. My chest aches with a strange, painful longing. This feeling only happens when…

No. No way.

I follow the scent anyway, stepping into an eerie wing of the pack house. The corridor darkens. I push open a heavy door to a dimly lit room.

Julian never showed me this part of the pack house.

In the middle, a woman kneels between a man’s spread legs, her head bobbing in a slow pace. The man’s hand fists her hair, guiding her roughly.

I mutter without thinking, “The hell?”

The lights flick on suddenly. The woman scrambles to her feet in fright and bolts past me. Ronan sits there on the edge of a large desk, hands gliding to close his pants.

Disgust and hurt slam into me. He couldn’t even wait for his son’s engagement ceremony to end?

“You have no shame,” I snap, my voice shaking. “Couldn’t even let the day pass before you–”

Within a second, he has me pinned to the wall before I finish the sentence, one big hand on my hip, the other braced beside my head. His scent floods my insides.

“Why did you interrupt my fun, little wolf?” he snarls, eyes blazing. “Or did you come here hoping to take her place? Want my c**k down your throat again while my son waits outside?”

Heat surges through me at his filthy words. My n*****s harden. My sore p***y grows wet despite everything. Yara whines with desperate need.

The damn traitor.

“Get off me,” I hiss, but my voice comes out breathy.

He leans closer, lips brushing my ear. “You’re dripping for me right now, aren’t you? Still sore from taking every inch last night, yet your body remembers who it belongs to. Good girl. Such a needy little slut for Daddy even while you play fiancée to my son.”

My thighs press together. I am hot. Wet and aching.

Julian’s familiar voice suddenly echoes from down the corridor. “Freya? Where are you?”