Destined for Alpha

Chapter 3

Damon's POV

Today is the day. I have to invite Amethyst over for dinner. I decide to keep my look simply but sexy. I throw on a plain white tee that hugs my biceps. It shows off my physique. I picked a pair of my light blue distressed jeans to wear with it and left my hair messy. I headed downstairs to grab some breakfast on my way out. Mom was already in the kitchen preparing plans for tonight with the pack house cook.

"Dinner must be perfect Mrs.Collier. Damon is bringing his mate for dinner! I want only the best. Steak, seafood, asparagus, garlic potatoes and lets do a house salad too!" Mom is talking so fast I can hear the excitement in her voice. She emphasized mate as if she were bragging.

"Mate? He found a Luna for the pack when he takes over?" I can hear happiness in Mrs.Collier's voice as well.

Mom and Mrs.Collier are close friends. They spend a lot of time together planning and preparing for ALL of our ceremonies, parties, pack dinners, the whole nine.

Who else has mom told? the last thing I need is a bunch of jealous she-wolves walking around here plotting for dinner... I may have just found my mate but I am certainly no virgin...

"Goodmorning Damon" Mrs.Collier smiles sweetly at me.

"Oh goodmorning Damon! Breakfast will be done in just a few. Mrs.Collier and I are planning for dinner tonight for your mate. We will have it at 6 tonight."

"Mom, Amethyst doesn't even know she is my mate yet or what that even means. Hell! She may even reject me! Im supposed to tell this human I am a wolf, we mate for life, I have to mark you now because I have already imprinted on you and you must live here at the pack house with me because you are going to be Luna. She has till 6pm to decide if she is going to at least give me a chance. She doesn't even know what all this means! I'm doomed. She is going to think I am crazy.

"Stop being a p***y." Storm jumps in.

" Shut the f**k up Storm, it's a lot for a wolf to take in let alone a human."

Mrs.Collier is looking at me a little stunned. I am assuming it's because mom failed to mention my mate was a human. She won't dare bring it up in fear of offending me, future Alpha although, she would never be in trouble. She is like a second mom. I reach down and grab a bagel. Mom completely ignored my tangent. She doesn't care. She isn't even worried. Of course she isn't. She isn't at risk for rejection. Arrrghhh.

"See you tonight." I pivot out of there without giving anyone the chance of talking to me. I head out to my car and start the car. Time to head to school.

Amethyst's POV

Part of me wants to get dressed and go to school instead of research. I want to see Damon... His black tousled and messy hair. He has these blue eyes that make your skin burn. He is super tall. He looks to be about 6'4" and he has muscles everywhere. His arms are big and his abs are defined and he has a jaw line for days... Ughhh. Snap out of it. What the hell.

I head down to the small library we have on supernatural beings. Wolf. Wolf. Wolf. Ah. Here we go. As I am searching the text, I am looking for anything that mentions a wolf mating and marking a vampire. I have plenty information on a wolf mating but I haven't found ANYTHING about a wolf mating with a vampire. I know that technically we are supposed to be enemies. There are packs and covens with truces and treaties but most individuals frown upon the mixing of.... species. I have searched every book we have on werewolves and mating. I even took a shot in the dark and googled for answers. Hahah. Everything was WILD and fake.

I cannot believe people actually think vampires can't eat garlic. Why wouldn't we be able to look in a mirror and see ourselves?! And who made up the thing about sleeping in coffins kept in dungeon looking places and holy water and crucifixes??

Geez. Overactive imagination. Dracula. FAKE.

Okay Okay.

I may have gotten sidetracked. I need to call Gloria. She is an EXPERT on all things supernatural. She MUST know.

---ring ring ring, ring ring..---

"Hello?"

"Hey Gloria, It's Amethyst! How have you been?!"

"Oh hey girl! I have been good! Dealing with supernatural issues in Canada, but nothing I cannot handle. What about you? I haven't heard from you in months! Worried me!"

"I know I am sorry. I have just been living, nothing special. I was wondering if you could help me with some information."

"Living!" Gloria snorts. "Your dry humor is to die for!" Gloria laughs even harder at her... joke?

"Don't judge, I know I am corny. What do you need information on?"

"Well, a werewolf imprinting and mating with a vampire." Silence.

"Hello? Are you still there Gloria?"

She abruptly starts speaking again.

"Who imprinted with you. It's not totally unheard of but covens don't like it. They may try to start a war with the pack. To kill you. They may look at you like a trait to your own kind. Then of course, you have some options." She was incredibly direct. I knew she would know and I knew it wasn't going to be an easy answer.

"Just curious. No one in particular. What kind of options are you talking about?" I ask.

"Well, you can change. You can choose to turn into a wolf. If you survive the change. You won't be a vampire anymore."

Whoa. I never heard of such thing. I have so much going through my mind. I have a pounding headache.

"Thanks Gloria. I'll keep in touch."

"Yes. Please do. Do not hesitate to reach out if you need anymore information."

Click. I can hear the curiosity in her voice. There is something else there in her tone but I can't place it. I need to lie down...

I head to my bed and throw myself face down. Change into a werewolf? Reject a hunky man? He doesn't even know I am a vampire so there's that. He may not even want me. Crap. I drift off into a deep nap hoping my headache will go away...

Damon's POV

I pull in to school and go to Trig. I am on a mission. I luckily didn't see Kylo or Matt. I find a seat and watch everyone walk in. I don't see Amethyst. s**t. She isn't here.

"We need to go find her. We need to talk to her." Storm reminds me that we are on a time limit.

Mr. Brown made us do chapter tests out of the damn textbook all period. I thought that class would never end. I have got to find Cassandra. I grab my bag and walk out. I see Kylo at a locker flirting with some girl and turn the other direction. I cannot waste anymore time. I walk to Cassandra's class and wait for her.

"She is going to wonder how you know where her class is." Storm jokes at me.

"Crap. I cannot very well tell her I creepily watch her and Amethyst. Hopefully she won't ask."

Cassandra rounds a corner and sees me. She is looking me up and down. Her eyes are undressing me. Ew. Now that I have a mate, there isn't a female that compares.

I run my hand through my hair.

"Hey Cassandra."

She is in shock. She looks around as if there were another Cassandra I was speaking too.

"Uhm... Hi." she says seductively moving a bit close.

"I need to speak with Amethyst. What is her number?"

She looks offended. Slightly jealous.

"I can't just give you her number."

"Cmon, don't be like that. I just need her number, it's really important.

"Sorry." I can hear frustration in her voice. She walks past me into her class.

Shit. We are going to have to just drive to her house.

"This will be interesting." Storm is enjoying this.

"This is your fault."

I get to my car. I know where Amethyst lives. I've been by before. I had to ride the bus once and she was on it. I start my car and on the drive am practicing what I am going to say. This is going to be interesting indeed....

Amethyst's POV

I wake up to a knock on the door. It's a hard, determined knock. POUND POUND POUND. Who the hell is knocking on the door like that? I check my phone. Cassandra has text and called a hundred times. As I head down to the door, I open a message.

MESSAGE:

DAMON WANTS YOUR NUMBER. I DIDN'T GIVE IT TO HIM. WHY DOES HE WANT YOUR NUMBER?

*GASP*

I open the door and its Damon. I am standing there like an i***t not saying a word. What am I supposed to say? As soon as I smell him, my mouth watered. Seeing him stand there in his tight white shirt, his jeans clinging to his waistline made me wet. I could feel it. He stiffened and his eyes darkened some. Can he smell my arousal? Please.

No.