The Female Alpha You Can't Tame

Chapter 23: Chapter 23 Over my dead body

Searching, I look up to his balcony and I see him bending down with his elbows on the railings staring intensely at me. He was already watching me. We keep looking at each other, just like last time. The only difference is this time he stands on the balcony and I stand on the ground. Our fire is sparking to life bursting, the heat consuming us. I know not of how it affects him, but it is slowly burning me where he is the only one who can save me.

Putting his palms on the railings he jumps down from his balcony landing perfectly on the ground. Getting up dusting his hands he walks towards me in confident strides until we are face to face. "So, how was your first shopping trip?" He questions me softly.

"Good, but I do not wish to do it again." I reply looking down to my feet. I cannot take his intense stare, looking into the depth of my eyes.

"And why is that?" He asks me.

"The trials were getting tiring, how do the other females do it? I thought I was going to drown in the pile of clothes beneath me." I tell him where he chuckles in return, making my eyes snap to his face trying to engrave it into my memory.

"Are you making fun of me? If you do not believe me, you must ask Cronus, his reaction to my every gown I showed him were getting weaker and weaker." I say with a smile as Deimos’s smile drops and he grabs my jaw softly bringing my face to his.

"Next time, it will be me who will take you and for every gown you wear I will watch you intently and acknowledge your beauty." He tells me seriously making me chuckle in return.

"So, it’s a promise then." I ask with a smile to which he returns with one.

"Of course." He tells me grabbing my hand leading me inside. "But before that, you must get ready for the evening. I have called upon the top beauticians to aid you and they are waiting for your arrival in your room." He says as he lets me go at the bottom of the stairs. "See you in the evening, my mate." He leaves as I climb up to my room.

And so, passes time as fast as it can, as painfully long as it can with the females probing and picking at my face and hair. This is the type of treatment I never wanted to experience in my life. This is not me but is something I must do to protect Deimos’s and this pack’s image. Helping me put on my gown, choosing between thousands of accessories and shoes they were finally done with me and all I wanted to do was get under my covers and sleep.

Making me stand in front of my mirror letting me have a good look at myself, my eyes widen as I stare at myself from head to toe. I do not recognize this female in front of me. The dark red lipstick covering my lips making me seem seductive, the simple white earrings dangling back and forth complimenting my dress showing off my neck and collarbone. And the split giving a perfect view of my left leg. I cough choking on my spit, while the females present laugh and look proud of their masterpiece. I look at myself once more, I feel different... I feel warm inside.

Gathering my dress walking slowly down the stairs being careful to not trip I stop in the middle of the stairs when my eyes find Deimos as my breath hitches and heat pools between my legs to the sight, in front of me.

His thick hair gelled back giving view to his sculpted jaw, wearing a navy-blue tuxedo fitting him like second skin showing off his strong muscles, his arms bulging through the thick material as he hands the papers, he holds to Ragon discussing affairs. I keep watching him as he fixes his cuffs and brushes through his hair to fix strands that do not stay. I keep watching until his eyes fall on me.

His eyes widen, and pupils turn to an instant black to the presence of his wolf. He, no... they like what they see. He makes no move towards me and I do the same. We just appreciate each other looking at the other slowly from top to bottom, thinking of the things we could do to each other. I keep standing there admiring until I catch the sound of his voice.

"Come." He tells me. One word... one word is all it takes for me go rushing down the stairs until our chests meet. We look at each other, pupils dilating biting lips and mouth salivating. I grow in need. I want his hands on my body, I want his lips on my neck, I want to touch him, I want to possess him. My wants are interrupted with Deimos’s snarl as his teeth elongate. His urge to mark increasing by the second.

"Your scent calls to me, my mate. I can smell your need" His voice husky and deep while I grow a deep blush on my cheeks. With shaking hands, closing his eyes taking a deep breath controlling himself, "Let’s leave or I might lose myself and eat you up." He tells me as he holds my low back slowly taking me to the ballroom. As the doors open and the packs gathered are informed of our arrival. Deimos’s chest puffs up pouring dominance from his pores and wolves kneel making way as we walk past them to the front stage of the room.

Deimos’s voice thunders across the ball room, "Welcome. Tonight, is a night of calmness. We have gathered here not for war but for peace. Enjoy it as if it shall be your last and if your heart seems to be wary come show me of your fears and I shall calm you down." As he finishes his small speech wolves cheer and once more begin talking to themselves while I hide my disappointment. I thought he will formally introduce me as his tonight. Am I hoping for too much? What am I doing?

Deimos walks to me to the que of the soft music that begins playing in the background. "Care for a dance?" He asks me softly opening his palm to me which I softly take.

"I have never danced before, so I apologize in advance if I step on your feet." I tell Deimos warily as he gathers me in his arms placing my hands around his neck while he places his around my hips. He doesn’t answer me just looks deep into my eyes.

As we sway to the music, I cannot see, hear nor feel anything else except the male in front of me. My heart beating so fast trying to be in sync with his, trying to enjoy this moment for however long it lasts.

Putting his face into my neck taking a deep whiff he growls softly. "You drive me wild, my mate." He tells me small growls thundering deep within his chest. Softly kissing my neck, slowly sliding his palms from the side of my legs to my inner thigh he tries to comfort his urge. But it does us more harm adding fuel to the fire. My mouth letting out soft moans, eyes closed as I drown in the pleasure, he gives me just by touching me. As he looks back at me and I at him, I ask him something I’ve wanted to for a long time.

"Kiss me, my male." I whisper looking into his eyes. He growls and with one pull from his side, grabbing my face in his palms his lips devourer mine. Our passion for all to see, but I do not care what others think or feel. I want to live in this moment.... our moment. Our lips finally tasting the warmth of the other, my aching has finally calmed. Deimos softly slides his thumb on my cheek as we both smiles.

Our moment is destroyed by the sound of heels clacking against the floor as we watch Theia running out the room and Cronus standing across the hall with hands in his pockets watching all of us calmly.

Deimos watches Theia and back to me as I try to control my tears. No! Please Deimos, don’t. Don’t do this to me, not now. With one last look at me, his eyes showing me some sort of promise he runs after her as I stand behind without a word watching my male running after another female.

I do not say a word, not even when Cronus takes my hands guiding me inside to a dark hallway where the only light comes from the moon through the large windows and pushes me against a wall. "Look at me. Look at me!" He screams to me as I slowly look up at him. "Why can’t you look at me instead of him? Why is he the only one in your eyes? Why is he the only male you see?" He screams as he bangs his fist against the wall to my side making me frown.

"What are you talking about, Cronus? What is the meaning of this?" What is he talking about? Deimos is my mate, of course he will be the only one in my eyes, he is the possessor of my soul.

"I am saying I want you. Look at me properly, see through my eyes. See through my pain. See my heart. Won’t you have me? Won’t you be mine?" Cronus asks me while I just stare at him dumb folded. But before I could reply to him, a deep voice booms across the quiet dark hall.

"Over my dead body." Deimos’s voice thunders with rage. Walking towards us ripping Cronus away from me. He throws me across his shoulder while I cry, hit and fight for him to let me go. But he pays me no mind focusing all his attention on Cronus. Didn’t he run to Theia? Didn’t he go behind her when he should have been by my side. When he should have chosen me.

"She is mine and will always be. She belongs to me and if you ever come near her again, I’ll make sure you do not see the light again." Deimos has made his claim.