My Unexpected Alpha

Chapter 2: Blindsided

Matt:

The clock struck midnight, with Abby looking into my eyes. And I knew. I knew she wasn’t the one. Abby wasn’t my mate. 

She shifted into her wolf almost immediately and ran out the open and waiting door at the back of the club. I moved to go after her and felt a hand on my shoulder. It was my Beta, Dillon. 

“So?” He shouted into my ear. The DJ had already brought the music back up. I looked at him and without saying anything, he knew. “Let’s head to our table.” Dillon shouted as he led me to the VIP area that offered slightly more privacy. 

“Fuck.” I breathed as I sat down. For anyone observing, I kept my face neutral and my body language light. I knew many eyes were waiting to see if Abby was my mate and I didn’t want to give anything away so quickly. Although, based on her shifting and running out before jumping my bones, it was pretty obvious to others that she wasn’t "the one". 

“f**k is right.” Dillon said, dropping a shot of whiskey in front of me. “Now what?”

“I don’t know,” I said before shooting back the whiskey. “f**k is it complicated now.”

Dillon nodded. We had both assumed Abby would be my mate. She was my best friend, my confidant, and my level-headed support. Abby was already carrying out many Luna-type duties for the pack in the almost year since my father had stepped down and I had taken over as Alpha.

And yet... and yet, I had always held back a little. Werewolves were so s****l and possessive, and I had always held back that side of myself with her. Even going so far as dating and fooling around with other she-wolfs. My wolf had always complied, which had planted a seed of doubt that I had never voiced to anyone. Deep down I had known Abby wasn’t my mate. I loved her and I knew I needed her in my life and somehow I knew that if we had ever had s*x it would take that future away. So we have never had s*x. And I assumed… I wished… that she would be my mate. But it was very clear now that she wasn’t. What kind of sick game was the Moon Goddess playing?

“I’ve got to go find her.” I said, standing up.

“No.” Dillon said as he grabbed my arm to pull me back down. Another shot of whiskey appeared in front of me. “Give her space. It’s going to be a lot worse for her than it is for you.” He looked worried.

“Oh I see how it is.” I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “Abby is your favorite.” Dillon didn’t laugh, he just said, “Give her some space.”

“Fine.” I replied and I turned and headed back to the dance floor. 

…

By the time the club closed and sunrise was tickling the sky, Abby had still not come back. I sat out behind the club, leaning against the building and nursing a whiskey while I waited for her. Dillon had left an hour ago muttering something about how at least one of us needed to sleep.  

Abby’s wolf stalked out of the woods a few minutes later. She stopped a few feet away.

“Hey Abbs,” I whispered. Her wolf was a beautiful golden red with ice-blue eyes. Just like her human form. “There are clothes waiting for you behind that tree.” I pointed just behind her to the left. 

The wolf didn’t move. She just stared at me. 

“Do you want me to leave?” I asked. “I would understand, Abby.”

The wolf shook her head no and slowly turned and disappeared into the trees. I heard the crack of Abby shifting and a few minutes later she appeared from behind the tree and walked toward me. Her hair was rumpled and she looked so f*****g sexy in my sweats that I had left her.  

Sexy but sad. I could see it in her eyes. My heart ached at the pain I knew I had caused her. Not that it was really in my control to begin with. f*****g Stupid Moon Goddess, I thought to myself. 

She stopped a few feet away. I could see the pain in her eyes.

"What now?" She breathed.