The Alpha's mate

The beginning of the end

Jannelle POVAfter my visit at Zack's I made a call to my other BFF Megan. She was wild and crazy and knew everyone. Megan and I grew up together and went to college at Jamestown University. She was always my ride or die girl. She was way more popular than me in school so any parties I attended in college were only because I was her plus 1. Megan!!! I have a project for you to help me with! I screamed into the phone, hardly able to contain my excitement! " Is it killing Scott and burying the body?" What? No! You are so silly. I heard Megan sigh on the other end. "When are you going to leave him Jannelle? He isn't good for you. You need to let him go and find your happily ever after." I felt a tear starting to form but quickly dismissed the emotion. Anyway.... I am calling because I was just at Zack's house and- "Wait what?! You were with Zack?" Megan cut in in her usual abrasive way. Um..yes I was at Zack's house. You know I have hung out with him...since we were kids. What's with the question? "ughhhh Jannelle if I didn't love you I'd smack you!" She said, clearly frustrated with me. "Jannelle, Zack is literally the perfect guy for you. I have no idea why you haven't climbed that tree yet." I was shocked. Why would she even pair us up together? Sure Zack was attractive. He was 6'2 black hair, muscles and abs for days. Tan skin from constantly being at the beach every chance he got. He had a beautiful smile and even more amazing heart. I loved him but I never looked at him in that way. He was my best friend. I have no idea what you are talking about Megan, Zack and I have been best friends since grade school. Why would I be interested in him? Why would he be interested in me? "oh come  on!! He listens to your problems, he watches dumb chick flicks with you and never complains and you have literally had him in the friend zone for so long I don't even know if you realize it! I honestly feel bad for the guy. When was the last time he went out on a date?" hmmm come to think of it... I don't know. He has never introduced a girl to me formally. We have been out to bars or clubs and girls have flirted and hung on him but he always seemed uninterested. I just assumed it was because he didn't want me feeling left out or he truly wasn't interested. " Well we know he isn't gay, not that there is anything wrong with it. Could you imagine two sexy men... mmmm'' her voice trailed off and I dismissed the thought. I can't imagine him with anyone Megan because I only see him as a friend. Now back to why I called. Zack is letting me find his perfect mate. I don't know why he hasn't found her yet. But I told him I was going to be the match maker. There was no sound on the other end of the line and I became nervous that she really was frustrated with me and hung up. Megan? " yea I'm here." she said, sounding bored and annoyed. Are you going to help me? " I guess so..." Yay! I shrieked, causing her to yell and drop her cell. "What the hell Jannelle that was my ear!" Sorry I said slightly embarrassed.

"What's the plan?" she asked. I smiled big and said meet me at my house at 9 tomorrow night and we will go over everything! I hung up and started skipping back to my house. I had forgotten all about my problems with Scott. Until I got to my front door.

Scott POV

After my eventful night at Jessica and my apartment I decided to go back to mine and Jannelle's house to set the plan in motion. Before I pulled up I sprayed  some of Jessica's perfume on my shirt. Just enough to smell as if a woman had been pressed up against me. I made sure to mess up my blonde hair and unbutton my shirt. I checked the mirror and just like I thought the lipstick stain Jessica left for me was still on the collar of my shirt. I had no problem smelling like s*x because I just got to have the best s*x ever with my true mate. Just as I was about to get out of my car and walk to my front door, I saw Jannelle skipping up to our house. Where was she coming from and why was she so damn happy? I got out of the car and  made my way over to her on the porch. When she turned around and saw me she smiled and started to say something and then she saw the lipstick and everything else. Her happy expression turned into sadness. I almost felt bad for a moment. The next words out of her mouth shocked me. " Maybe we should go inside and talk about this?"  She asked innocently and with pain in her voice. I fumbled my words but was able to get out. Sure...

Jannelle POV

When I saw the lipstick and his messy hair and unbuttoned shirt I immediately tried to make excuses for him. Maybe that was my lipstick and it never came off after washing or maybe he helped some little old lady across the street and she tried to kiss his cheek but missed. But when I saw his jeans were unzipped and some kind of dried stain was around the zipper area I knew I had no excuses for that. I lowered my voice so much I wasn't sure if the words actually  came out of my mouth. Maybe we should go inside and talk about this? Scott looked genuinely surprised by the reply and a little disappointed. "Sure...." was the only thing he said. I opened the door to our home and threw my purse and keys on the chair by the door. I never wanted a chair there. Scott always said it was for convenience  for him when he came home after work he could sit and take his shoes off or some nonsense. No! Focus Jannelle you cannot get sidetracked. I'm sorry if I pushed you away Scott. Was I not giving you what you needed? "What are you talking about?" he replied. "What do you mean what am I talking about? You came home with lipstick on your collar and your hair is a mess and your fly is undone and unless you peed on yourself I think that's some skanks c*m on your pants. '' oh Goddess here we go with psycho Jannelle and her constant assumptions and accusations. Could you be anymore insecure and pathetic?" His words cut me so deep. How could he be so cold? How could 4 years together make him treat me like this? I did the only thing I could think of. I apologized.

Scott POV

Was she seriously asking me these basic questions? Its plain as day I cheated so why not just end things? Instead she has to drag things out and play victim I thought as I rolled my eyes. I could see the tears forming in her eyes and I knew I had her hooked. I threw in a couple insults which I hadn't planned on doing but it seemed needed to seal the deal. I thought things were going my way until the b***h literally apologizes to me! I cheated and she is saying sorry. Why the f*ck would I want to be with someone so insecure and pathetic. As that question kept repeating itself in my head Jannelle had begun to cry. She kept asking what she had done wrong and how she could be better. What kinds of things do I want in the bedroom she would do whatever it took. I finally snapped and said don't you get it? I don't want you! I haven't wanted you in a long time. I am f*cking someone else Jannelle and YOU are apologizing! I tried giving you subtle hints by telling you I don't want to marry you or have kids with you but you just wouldn't get it through your head. I think it's time you move out I said. As soon as the words left my mouth she gasped and covered her face. The tears began to roll down her face and she no longer could keep her composure. I walked away and went to the bedroom and grabbed a duffle bag. I threw some of her things inside and walked back out to the living room. I put the bag on the floor by the front door and told her it was time to let go and move on.  She looked up at me so heart broken. I felt awful because I truly didn't care.

Jannelle POV

Did he really just kick me out of our home? The home I decorated? The home I cooked him homemade dinner every night? The home we made love in? I can't believe this is happening right now. I was so happy when I came home from Zack's. All of the happiness was gone. It was replaced by sadness. I had lost my mate. He had been with another woman. When he packed me a bag and put it by the door I couldn't believe my eyes. He was serious about me leaving right now. So many thoughts were running through my mind that I just couldn't stand anymore. I lost my footing and tripped over the coffee table. The last thing I remember before hitting the floor and passing out was the emotionless expression on Scott's face. He truly didn't care about me. It was over. I was alone.