Twenty–Nine
Alexander’s POV
I had been up since 5 am. It was almost 7 am now and I was still here, doing more push–ups, lifting more weight. It’s like I wanted to reach a breaking point and with how much I exercise, my breaking point was not so easy to reach and so I was still here, jumping from one strenuous exercise to another until finally, it felt like I was about to give myself muscle injury. I let myself fall to the ground, lying on my back. and breathing heavily.
What was I doing?
Why had I gotten so pissed off when Isabella asked me why I would not just reject her when I had asked myself the same question? Asked myself why I could not just let her out of my sight after she had been so badly injured. Why was I worried enough to keep her in my room for two whole days and even employ someone to help her with housework till she returned?
And finally, I had asked myself why being so close to her on the bed like that had sent my heartbeat into a frenzy. Why I couldn’t help leaning in and pecking her soft lips before getting up swiftly before I could do anything I’d regret.
I groaned. Well of course that was why I had been so upset. I had somehow given in to the bond and now I felt all these annoying feelings while all she was focused on is ending it. I mean, why else would she ask me why I don’t just reject her?
Which brought me to the other reason why I had been on the
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treadmill for thirty minutes, at the highest speed without a break: My Beta. I trusted Blake, I did. He has been my best friend ever since we were little kids. He knows me better than anyone and vice versa and he wouldn’t knowingly hurt me. That was where the problem lay because Blake doesn’t know and I would not tell so what’s to prevent him from falling in love with my mate?
Okay maybe ‘love‘ was quite strong but he was definitely attracted to her. I’ve seen the way he looks at her and heard the way he talks about her. Even after the attack, he had frantically searched for her and of course, it could just be him. being a good friend but what if that wasn’t the case?
The fact that there was a possibility of him liking her was what made me restless. It was also what pissed me off after Isabella had practically suggested that I ask Blake to drop her off instead. It was the same reason why I didn’t ask him to do it in the first place…plus I gave him a couple of days off to recuperate from his terrible injuries from the attack.
Blake doesn’t know that Isabella and I are mates but she does. If they sleep together, he’ll be innocent whether I’d prefer to rip his head off or not but Isabella…would she knowingly sleep with my Beta?
Would she accept his advances if he were to make any because she believed I would reject her anyway? Or because I have ignored the bond to the point that she’d decided to find her happily ever after somewhere else. Blake would treat her right like she wants to be treated and she would…she would fall for him and the mate who treats her like shit would no longer mean anything to her.
The whole situation was getting thicker and I did not know
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Twenty–Nine
how to fix it.—‹
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Telling everyone that Isabella was my mate was out of the question because it was quite obvious by now that people have their eyes on the pack and our enemies are looking for a chance to strike.
Revealing that I have found my mate would only serve as the catalyst to a lot of problems. It’s no secret that my pack is the most coveted in the entire region. We are strong and we have a lot of population. There are so many people who want to overthrow me to take over the pack, just as they had tried with my father and my grandfather before him.
And you see this period right here? This period where I’m still trying to get a hang of running the pack? That’s when they usually strike and the general idea was that finding the Alpha‘ s mate was finding his weakness.
My grandfather had overcome this period, my father had overcome this period, and while I didn’t doubt my strength. I mean, I train every day and I was stronger than every werewolf in the pack at the moment, I also didn’t think that this time could be different.
Who says the rogues won’t get smarter, come in more numbers. Rogues typically didn’t come together. To them, it was like forming a pack which was what their entire existence was against. A rogue was once part of a pack before it left, wanting to rebel and roam on their own except you were already born a rogue by rogue parents.
But we’ve already seen these wolves come together just to attack on the exhibition day. While the general opinion was that rogues were not smart, I believe that with each failure,
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they look for better ways of getting what they want.
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I did not want to know what would happen to Isabella if news of our status as mates gets out. I mean, of course, I could fight and succeed, but I really don’t want to think about the possibility of not succeeding. I always told myself that it was a good thing I had not marked her because if I had and they hurt her…I have heard of Alphas who lost their mind after their Luna died. In fact, my own ancestor, my great–grandfather, was said to have become completely useless after his mate was killed. Maybe that was just the whole truth. Maybe I was just afraid.
I sat up abruptly. Have I been more obvious than I thought? What if the doctor didn’t keep her mouth shut? What if some of the house staff had seen me carry her up? Mason had seen enough to suspect something deep and I had shrugged it off because Mason minded his business more than anyone I know but…but what if?
I cursed, running my fingers through my hair before getting up and going on the treadmill once again.
I ran until it felt like the muscles in my leg were about to cramp up. I checked the time and saw that I had been at it for over thirty minutes which wasn’t exactly surprising,
considering that I was in my head the entire time.
Wiping my face with a towel, I left the gym and made a beeline for the bathroom to take a much–needed shower. When I came back out, the first thing I did was open the curtains in the living room.
The majority of the walls in the living room were completely glass and it was one of my favorite things about this place.
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My father did not use this wing because he wasn’t exactly best friends with my grandfather who was the last person to use this wing before me. I hoped my father knew what he missed out on though, cause every room in this place was beautiful.
I loved the view from the living room the most. It was like viewing the forest from a helicopter. It was wide and green and it made my wolf really excited all the time.
Turning towards the kitchen, I went to bring out everything I’d need to cook breakfast before starting on it. I feel like if it was only that I just knew how to cook, I wouldn’t do it as often as I did but for me, I actually loved to cook. Cooking was in fact therapeutic to me. All I needed to do was put on some music, have the curtains drawn just the way they were and I was in heaven.
A few minutes later and the kitchen was already smelling heavenly.
My lips betrayed me by turning up at the corners as I remembered Isabella’s reaction to the soup I made. Her appreciation for the taste was in her eyes, her facial reactions, and the little sounds that she made. I couldn’t say I wasn’t a little bit proud of myself. And then I betrayed myself by imagining making a habit of cooking for her and watching her love it, imagining how much chaos it would be if she also loved to cook and we would have to fight over everything in
the kitchen.
Expelling all the sappy and irrational thoughts, I plated the food and after taking a few bites just to find out that I had completely lost my appetite, I got mad. Taking off my clothes,
I went into the balcony and jumped off the railing, shifting
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mid–air so landed on all fours.
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