Alpha on Leash

7

His world shattered, everything redefining as he saw her. Her presence, her essence and the hope that bloomed in him when he realized what exactly she was to him, was an experience he wished to tuck away in his memory for the rest of his life. If he could, he would have made it a permanent memory, the moment he saw her, the way she laughed and the way her eyes sparkled as she took the award. He was a defeated man in the best way possible. He was more than willing, eager even, to make her rule on him. That submission from an Alpha was beyond his own comprehension but ironically, his wolf only howled in acceptance.

He had waited, waited for her to realize the immortal bond between them, the acceptance he awaited as if a traveller that has embarked on a tedious journey, waiting and praying eagerly for an oasis. Isabella was his oasis and he should have been hers but that moment never came.

He tried his hard to stay calm, making all kinds of scenerios of why did she not realize that he was her mate? what could possibly be the reason for such a lack of reaction even when he purposely grazed her fingers lightly, so that their touch could help her out. But nothing, absolutely nothing happened and she ignored him as if he was invisible. He existed, he wanted to shout, You are mine, he wanted to exclaim, My mate, he wanted to announce but the lack of her reaction, the subtle way that she looked at him with fear, made him keep his mouth shut. His wolf cried out, in pain and desperation of being with his mate and when he got no reply for her wolf, he nearly went berserk. But they held back, holding on to the possibility that maybe she did not realize, maybe she did not understand his presence, or maybe she was too distracted by the blinding lights of the award.

No excuse made their uneasiness go away, no reassurance made them settle down and breath. He wanted to go after her, talk to her as soon as he could but the damned award ceremony, the damned position of being the chief guest and the damned friend of his that asked him of the favor to be present there instead of themselves. He cursed, probably making people turn their heads away in fear and annoyance but damned if he cared. The only thing revolving in his mind was her, only her, Isabella Reid.

However much his brother and friend tried to distract him, it did not work. If they thought making him drunk and making him open his mouth, answering their persistent questions, they had another thing coming. Often times his brother and friend forget that he was The Alpha, the leader of the pack, the protector of all, the mighty and strong. It was cheesy and corny the titles his pack members have given him but it was their trust and love and he wholeheartedly accepted them all.

The innocent idea of going to the bar had become the best moment of his life. He would kiss his brother and his friend and give them whatever the hell they wanted, even if it was the world, for the moment he get to spend with Isabella. He touched her fully, the fullness of her body against his and he held onto every restraint he had to not take her out of the dance floor and have his way with her. When he saw her dancing so sexily and sensually on the dance floor, he nearly lost his mind. The protectiveness, the possessiveness that he felt course through his veins and the blinding jealousy that the people were looking at her, seeing her dance and taking in her scent made him down his drink and bolt out of the VIP lounge before anyone could say anything. He undid his coat, throwing it away as he walked down the stairs, two steps at a time, undid the top buttons of his shirt and rolled his sleeves. It was him unconsciously preparing himself to feel her, everything of her.

The moment he met her on the dance floor, her back to his front, not touching but the air between them sizzling with the electric current of their bond, he lost every sense of himself. Mesmerized by her graceful movements, he felt an undeniable pull towards her, an inexplicable force that seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space. Every step she took seemed to draw him in closer, his breath hitching with each beat of the music.He could feel the warmth of her presence, the delicate scent of her perfume filling his senses. Her back was turned to him, yet he could sense the subtle curve of her form, a tantalizing silhouette that left his mind racing with desire. The distance between them was almost unbearable, the tension building with every passing second.His fingers twitched at his sides, aching to reach out and bridge the gap between them. But he knew he had to hold back, to restrain the overwhelming urge that threatened to consume him. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as he fought to maintain control.His eyes traced the contours of her body, every movement etching itself into his memory. He could feel the electric current crackling in the air, a palpable connection that seemed to bind them together. It was as if the universe itself had conspired to bring them to this moment, this precipice of longing and restraint.He took a deep, shuddering breath, his chest tight with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. He had reminded himself that this was just the beginning, a fleeting encounter that held the promise of something deeper. He couldn't let himself be swept away by the intensity of their connection, not yet.With a last shred of control, he had torn his gaze away from her, his jaw clenched as he willed himself to step back, to regain his composure. The music pulsed around them, a steady rhythm that echoed the thundering of his heart. He knew that this had been just the first chapter of a story that was yet to unfold, a story of a bond that had been too powerful to be ignored. He wanted to drown in her and he would have if not for the reminder that it was not the time. She had not realized their bond and he needed to find out about that before anything else.

The little control he had shattered when she gave him a side look, in the dim light and the music that became the catalyst for him to take a step forward. He asked for her consent, reminding himself again that she was his but not yet his. There was no denying who she belonged to but that choice was hers. All he could do was twist the fates and the events and make her eventually become his if she refused him in her life. Manipulative and obsessed? Yes, yes he totally was for her.

The moment she answered with that yes of hers, sounding as though she could not get enough of him just as he himself could not get enough of her, made him step forward the final step and wholly touching her, leaving no space in between.

He could have died then and there and he would have danced to hell.