The Rise of the Tribrid

Chapter Six Dean

Dean climbed out of bed. Desperately trying to reign in the memories of the night before and the feelings that plagued him. The pull of the mate bond was killing him. There was nothing that he would love more than to climb back into that bed with Naomi and pleasure her all over again. But he would have to be content with the multiple love sessions that they had had. It could only be for one night. He had a plan that he had to stick with. As soon as he achieved it, he would take Naomi as his mate. It wouldn't matter that she was a weak wolf then. He would control the werewolf population. His ears twitched as he heard her shift in the bed. Burying his emotions, he pulled the coldness that he used to deal with rogues over himself. It was the only way that he would survive what he had to do next.

Pulling the sheet up over her breast, she stared at her mate, as he pulled his clothes on in a hurry. She took a moment to enjoy the way his muscles flexed as he pulled his jeans up. Then again, when he shrugged his shirt on. A smile played across her face. Her heart filled with a love that she had never imagined before. "Where are you going?" She watched him pause and his shoulders tensed. That wasn't a normal reaction to have towards your mate. No matter what the circumstances were. Alpha Titus's words began to play in her mind. 'His mother has more of a hold on him than I do.' Thoughts of how much Luna Amelia actually hated her and how she loved Ashlynn invaded her thoughts. Alpha Titus was right. She couldn't trust the pull of the mate bond. As an Alpha, Dean wouldn't submit to it if he didn't want to. Nervousness began to swirl in her stomach. Anxiety started to work its way through her. Something major was about to go down. He sighed as he continued to dress. "I was hoping you would not wake up until I was ready to address this situation."

"What situation," she asked guardedly. He finally turned to face her. That was definitely not the man that she had slept with last night. Not the one whom she had given her virginity. Not her mate. This man was cold, hard; unfeeling. He simply stared at her as if she was a stranger. No, his enemy. "This was a first and last time thing."

"Excuse me," she exclaimed, completely baffled by the turn of events. "We are mates. How is this a first and last time occurrence?" Her worst fears had come to fruition. He really wouldn't choose her, she thought. But why not?

"Do I really have to explain this to you?" He stared at her as though she was inept.

"Yes. I think I deserve an explanation after all of this," she gestured around the room. "So yes, you do."

"I have a chosen mate." A spark of anger ran through her. Anger, that was almost uncontrollable. Moon Goddess, please give me strength. Control. Magic coursed through her veins. Balling up her fist, and squeezing her eyes shut, she did her best to control it. To control who and what she was. He narrowed his eyes at her. He could have sworn that he saw her eye color change. But that can not be true. She was a weak wolf. Something that he just could not tolerate as a mate. At least not right now. Yes, he had a chosen mate. He had chosen very strategically. Not only had he chosen a strong she-wolf, but also the goddess-given-mate of his enemy. He would strengthen his pack and cripple his enemy with one key stroke. She relaxed her hands as she tasted bitterness and smoke on her tongue. "A chosen mate? But I am your goddess given mate! How could you just..." Even though she knew that this would probably be the outcome after his initial reaction that morning, she just couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that he could just disregard her as he was. She shouldn't have been surprised though. This was how it had been all her life. She was unwanted.

The look on her face almost broke his resolve. His wolf stirred and whimpered, "Don't do this, Dean. We need our mate. Stronger with mate." Dean closed off his connection with Luca. If he didn't, he would surely give in. "You are weak," he yelled, cutting her off. She flinched at the disgust she heard in his voice. Her eyes searched for any emotions other than disgust and hate.

"So, you do not want me, but you stole my virginity."

"I did not steal your virginity. Stop being so dramatic. You freely gave it to me."

"You don't want me. Had I known that, I would have given you nothing. You should have left me intact for the one who would."

"I took what was goddess given to me and I'm throwing away the rest."

"I am not trash! You can't just throw me..."

"You are trash! Nothing but trash. You and your w***e of a mother! You should be thanking that goddess that I was even willing to touch you. Because I can assure you no man that is worthy of his wolf will have you."

"Dean..." her voice cracked on his name. He smirked at the hurt he heard in her voice.

"That is Alpha Dean to you." Her heart broke and then stilled. Anger and resentment rose so swiftly she was knocked emotionally unbalanced. He watched as she scrambled out of bed and retrieved her clothes. She turned her back to him as she dressed. He caught a glimpse of a tattoo and frowned. How can she possibly have a tattoo? It takes strength to be able to withstand the pain of silver to make it stay. Nope, probably a birth mark he hadn't noticed before. "Look at me," he alpha commanded. She smirked, it had no effect on her, but she turned towards him like the weak wolf he thought she was. "I, Alpha Dean Rogers, of the Howling Wolf Pack, reject you, Naomi Waters, as my mate and future Luna of my pack." He waited for her to crumple. He wanted the satisfaction of breaking her for not being enough for him. All he got was a slight wince. He stared at her in confusion. Her bottom lip trembled.

"Get out..."

"You need to..."

"I said get out!" She grabbed the first thing she saw, a lamp, and threw it at him. He ducked out the door before contact could be made. He stood there and listened to her lose her mind. There was no crying, only cursing and the sound of things breaking. Once it quieted down, he strolled back in with a smile on his face. Broken. She was broke and he delighted in it. He looked around, expecting to find her laid out on the floor. Instead, she stood against the wall, arms crossed with a blank expression. She used her shoulder to propel herself away from the wall. As she casually strolled towards him, he saw a confidence, a surety about herself that he had never noticed before. She was absolutely gorgeous in her anger. "I, Naomi Waters, accept your rejection." His chest lurched. He could feel the mate bond twisting and wrenching in an unnatural way. The pain was so great it took him to his knees. He saw the smirk that crossed her lips. It infuriated him. He gasped, "I banish you from these lands." He saw her stiffen. He would have the last word. He would win this battle. He got to his feet. "You have an hour to be outside the boundary line."

"The boundary line is at least three hours away," she said, trying to figure out his game plan. He opened the door and stepped out.

"If you are not outside these boundaries in the next,' he glanced at his watch, 'fifty-seven minutes, you will be killed on sight as a rogue."

"What about my mother?"

"That trash stays here." She stared at him defiantly. "I will teach you your place one way or another." He slammed the door on his way out. She stood there for a moment.

"You will regret this," she yelled. His footsteps stopped. Then she heard them coming closer. Naomi took a deep breath, smiled, and then vanished. The door flew open. "B***h, I will...," he trailed off, looking around the empty room. Where the hell did she go, he thought.