Fate

Chapter Four

I ate in silence, not wanting to gain anymore unwanted reactions. I was being petty, but I even tried to breathe quiet between each mouthful. When I had managed to eat as much as I could bare with him gazing upon each bite, I mind linked Mrs. Caroline who sent an Omega to fetch the tray. I did not want to risk walking across to the buzzer.

Alpha Wyatt raised one eyebrow, watching me intently.

"What time is it?”

I asked, hoping to at least make light conversation.

“Ten thirty pm,”

he replied curtly, his gaze unwavering.

I wasn't sure what else to say, and Mr. Personality wasn’t helping the situation.

I caught a sly grin forming on his face.

"What do you know of your heritage?"

He crossed his leg over his knee, waiting on my response.

"Well mostly just want my mother’s parents have shared,"

I paused,

“They had three children, my mother the oldest, their second is the Alpha of my mother's birth pack, Rivercrest. Her sister, the youngest, is Luna of Hidden Moon."

He nodded,

“Strong genetics. Two Luna's, one Alpha, but what else?"

His eyes Sparkled.

“Nothing too crazy, my father’s father died in a rogue attack long ago, his mother I barely remember. She doesn't come here, something about the memories being too much."

I finished.

“Is that so?"

He questioned.

"Id say so, my father became Alpha at 19, met my mother at 20, and had myself and my brother. There isn't much else to say."

“So tell me, in school you did not attend werewolf history, Pack history, ancient prophecies, or any historical courses?"

He questioned.

"I was homeschooled, my curriculum was fine tuned in accordace to what was deemed important for my future.”

I answered.

"And whom made those decisions?"

There was a stoic look on his face.

"My parents, but I really do not see where you are going with all of this."

He was quiet. He stood and began a slow walk around the room. He gazed at the pictures plastered across each wall, soaking each one in before moving to the next.

“You will learn respect little mate,"

he commented, picking up a frame from my desk.

“It would be a shame to have to make an example of my own mate, the first day meeting her."

My temper flared. He may consider us mates, but as of now, I had no reason to. I gave my arm a violent jerk and the frame he was holding became airborn, smashing into the brick wall across the room. Glass Shards rained down onto the antique wood floors.

I froze. My chest became tight as the panic began to hit me.

Not only did i reveal my gift to a stranger, but I used it against the Alpha King himself.

I felt like my throat was closing in on itself. The room seemed warmer but this time, it wasn't from his weird atmospheric effects. I let my eyes slowly move to his face, expecting the fury to be evident.

He was smiling the widest grin, he was elated.

"It really is you, my Queen,"

he paused,

“You have no idea how long I have been looking for you."

He walked to me and scooped me into a suffocating embrace.

I am so confused.

"Excuse me?"

I pushed against his chest, needing space. His grip tightened as he growled.

“Look, Mr. Alpha King,”

I started to say, but that may not have been the best choice of words. He snarled viciously, dumping me onto the couch, while seating himself sideways on the next cushion. The couch creaked from his weight. There was no doubt in my mind he could lift whole cars just for fun. His abs were prominent even under the sleek black button up. The black slacks he wore strained where I dare not look, and tribal tattoos peaked out from the cuffs and collar of his shirt.

“You're drooling." He mused.

I jumped, humiliated. How could I have let myself get caught oogling this arrogant prick?

"I was not," I snapped.

"You can look all you want my queen." he really thought he was being cute.

"Stop calling me that, if you're going to talk in riddles all night, I would prefer to go to bed. You can go to your room."

"Whatever you say." He smiled. The way he said that concerned me, but I was to over it to question him. I stomped off to the bathroom, planning on hiding out until he left I heard the door open and close. I listened for footsteps. I didn’t hear anything, so I decided to peak into the room. It appeared clear. I opened the door and sighed a breath of relief. As I turned towards the bed, my heart stopped.

"Expecting company tonight?"

The Alpha King Was laying shirtless in my bed, with his hands resting behind his head, a s**t-eating grin plastered on his face.

" Get. Out." I spat.

"That is no way to treat your mate, Mrs. Covington."

That grin pissed me off more than anything.

"You don't get to waltz into my home, claiming to be my mate, which I cannot confirm, boss me around, and invade my bed, arrogant, sick, asshole!" I screeched at him. His smile never waivered.

"I know it is a lot to to swallow in one day," he paused, talking through gritted teeth.

“But I will not tolerate further disrespect. Your immaturity is testing my patience. What sort of king would I be, to wait over a century for my queen, just to find her, and allow her to be unprotected? I think not. Get in bed, Mrs Covington." Infuriated, I stomped to the bed. Slinging pillows, I built a wall between us. Once I was satisfied I laid down, silently. A Century? Did he just really say a century? The dramatics with this one were unreal. With one last huff. I muttered.

"If you are my mate, which I doubt, then surely the Goddess has made a mistake."

I felt a small pang in my heart, that I couldn't quite place. In spite of my discontentment, I eventually fell into a deep, dreamless slumber.