Chained By The Alpha By Jessica Hall

“But he’s not your mate?” he questions. I shake my head. Deacon already admitted that I’m not his mate, he is two years older than me and has his wolf

“No, that I do know, his wolf hates me because Deacon wants to mark me when I come of age.”

“His wolf wants his mate?”

I shrug unsure, I tend to try not to be around him when his wolf is loose

“You’re scared of his wolf?” he presses

“Can we talk about something else?” I ask, not feeling this conversation is appropriate

“Does mine scare you?” he asks

“Yours hasn’t bitten me,” I tell him. “Though he is huge, his aura is potent, but no, your wolf doesn’t scare me, well he did when you shifted but not after falling asleep with him,” I chuckle

“Deacon’s wolf bit you?”

I nod when a lady brings out a milkshake. I thank her, then reach for my milkshake. The coldness of it soothes my dry throat as I take a

sip

“Yes, he lost control a couple years ago and shifted when we had an argument. He tore into me,” I admit

“That’s why you have the scar on your hip, the one you covered with your tattoo?” he questions. I nod my head

“What about your tattoos, you have a heap?” I ask, trying to push his attention away from my relationship with Deacon. My eyes roam over his arms that are covered in them to his chest, I can just make out the edges of them poking out beneath his shirt

“Pack emblem,” he says, patting one side of his chest. Though I did notice the other side was left bare. “My arms?” he shrugs. “My father had

the same ones, I got them for him.” My brows furrow in confusion

“I thought you hated your father?” I ask, my eyes widen at my words and I cover my mouth before quickly apologizing. “Sorry, that’s none of my business.”

“What made you think that?” he asks curiously

“No reason,” I shake my head, not wanting to

answer. He raises an eyebrow at me

“Then why would you assume?” he chuckles. I sigh heavily knowing he won’t drop it

now

“Rumors, everyone says you killed him,”

“T did, but I don’t hate him. I loved my father, he was a good Dad, husband and Alpha,” he tells me. Now that just confuses me more

“He changed the last couple of years

Werewolves do that when they lose their mates, he was unstable,” is all he offers in the way of an answer

The woman returns with our food, and I glance down to see what Zayn had ordered and sigh in relief thinking for sure it would be salad or something

“You look shocked,” he laughs as I pick up a fry!

“Yeah, most people assume since I’m a girl I like salad. I think Deacon forgets I’m werewolf not a rabbit,” I chuckle

“Why do you let him order for you if you don’t like what he orders?”

Great back to Deacon again we go

I shrug, “I think he finds it intimidating that I’m Alpha born and he 1s a regular wolf. He said he liked ordering for me, like he has control over something, I think… I don’t know. I just allowed him too, if it meant it made him feel better,” I say, shrugging and putting another fry in my mouth

“He should be intimidated, you’re an Alpha

And you shouldn’t have to sacrifice your nature

just because he is uncomfortable.” “You ordered for me!” I point out

“Because you weren’t here, and I know you’re eager to get home, besides I am not much of a salad eater, so I just ordered what I normally do

Besides, I don’t think I’ve met anyone who

doesn’t like burgers and fries,” he laughs

He does have a point. “Next time you can order for both of us, I don’t feel intimidated

by you,” he smirks

“Because you’re an Alpha,” I point out. He shrugs

“Even if I weren’t, I still wouldn’t be intimidated by you. Deacon should have realized that, if he is so insecure around you, he doesn’t deserve you, he shouldn’t want to intimidate you, that’s

not how relationships work. Couples shouldn’t want to dominate each other; they’re meant to be a partnership, not a boxing match,” he tells me

“How can you say that? You’re Alpha. I know it’s hard to walk away when challenged, you couldn’t when my father challenged you,” I remind him

“I did, though, didn’t I? I didn’t want to, but I did for you.”

“So you’re saying your wolf doesn’t want to challenge me knowing another Alpha is sitting across from him?” I laugh

“Oh, he does, but that doesn’t mean he will, also doesn’t mean in the same way you think he does,” he snickers, taking a bite of his burger

“What do you mean?” I ask

“You really have to ask?” he laughs harder. “I’m still a man, Cleo and you look like sin in

that dress.” he tells me. I glance down at what I’m wearing with my boobs on display.

My face heats

“So you’re saying if I challenged your wolf he

wouldn’t try to kill me?” I probe

“You’re a female Alpha, and I don’t mean that in a bad way. Just saying my wolf is

huge, he doesn’t find many people a threat. Honestly, if you actually challenged him he’d probably roll over for you,” he states. I look for any deception on his face but

don’t find any

“Then something is wrong with your wolf, he

should hate me since I’m an Alpha.”

“You have no wolf, ask me again when you have her,” he tells me

“Maybe I’ll challenge you.”

“Or maybe you’ll roll over and submit? I guess we’ll have to find out,” he smiles