Going Against the Alpha

Chapter 4 - Tears

Claudette's POV

Once we are out of his office, I turn to look at Kamila, who is already crying. I pull her down the stairs; as I’m telling her, don’t cry yet, just wait, not in front of everyone. It will only be worse if our parents find out we made another scene. She wipes her face as we hit the last three steps, and we make a beeline to the door. 

Before we make it out, we run into three alphas and their betas. Kamila freezes in place in the middle of the doorway. The only thing she can seem to do is put her head down like she is bowing in respect. 

So, I pull her back to let them come in. The last one that comes in stops in front of us and asks why the long face dear. I look over, and Kamila looks like her dog just got hit by a car. I start to say something, but I can't get a word out before he has his hand under her chin, gently lifting her head to look at him. I don’t know what is going on. I just stand there watching with my eyes popping out of my head.

Kamila's POV

I can’t hold back my tears. By the time the office door has shut behind me, I am already ugly crying while trying to hold back the scream that is threatening to escape my throat. Claudette starts to pull me downstairs, all while reminding me not to make a scene and to stop crying. All I could think about during that meeting was about how I would never get to walk across the stage with my friends or get to celebrate that I made it through that hell they call school. 

Then to be hit with the news that if one of these alphas or betas are not my mate, I will never get a chance to look for him. This is just not fair. If my parents knew me or cared about me at all, they would see that I’m a hopeless romantic. I wish for a mate more than anything. Someone who is kind, protective, and loves me more than anything in this world. I see that we are approaching the bottom of the steps, so I make sure to dry up my tears and wipe my face. 

We are bound to run into someone coming and going. We make a run for the door since we have not seen anyone yet. I fling the door open only to run directly into three alphas and their betas. I freeze in the middle of the doorway. The only thing I can think of right now is not to let them see my face. I quickly drop my head like I’m bowing. However, I still have not moved out of the doorway.

Thank goodness for Claudette. She pulls me back to let them come in. The last one that comes in stops in front of us and asks.

 "Why the long face dear"? 

I can’t look up the only thing I can do is stare at my shoes like they are the most fantastic thing ever to be on my feet. The next thing I know is I feel a hand under my chin, gently lifting my head to look at him. I finally look at the man standing in front of me, and I’m blown away.

 My voice is caught in my throat. It is like my body forgot how to function. He is so tall, blonde hair, chiseled muscle popping out of his shirt like if he moved just a little bit, it would burst at the seams. God, I have died and gone to heaven. I look into his green eyes that are staring back at me like he just wants to take all my troubles away. 

I hear Claudette clear her throat, which brings me back to reality. I quickly step back saying, oh, I just got something in my eye, and give a fake smile. However, this man is not buying it.

 He says, “you are a terrible liar.” I just give a small laugh. How you would know? You don’t even know my name. 

“Well, how about we change that and let me take you on a date tonight? I’ll pick you up around 5:00pm. By the way, I’m Alpha Denver.”

 You still do not know my name I yell back at him as he is walking away. He just keeps walking backward, smiling like his job is to smile. I start to laugh as he walks backward into a wall.

I turn to leave only to see my sister has been standing there the entire time.

 I just keep walking out of the packhouse as she trails behind me and asks me 100 questions. “Where are you going? Are you really going to go out with him? Our parents are not going to be happy. What would you even wear?” 

Claudette, please stop asking me so many questions. You are making me nervous. But to answer your questions, I’m going home to get ready, and I have no clue what to wear. Yes, I’m really going to go.

 Also, I think our parents will be excited since this what they want anyway. He could possibly be my mate. I will find out for myself on our birthday but think all of those who came in just walked right past me like I was nothing he was the only one that stopped.

 If we look at it like that, he could be my mate, and he could be the only one who feels the mate bond right now. So, are you going to help me get ready for my first date or not.

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