Chapter 4. Mate!

Alpha was quiet. Even though I couldn't see his face, I could tell by the way his muscles on his back were flexing rapidly, that he was angry or maybe annoyed.

"Yo Alpha, what's wrong man?" Carson questioned. I could detect the cautious look in his eyes as he took a few steps away from Alpha.

"You know Carson, sometimes I don't know how I got a pervert like you for a beta," he spat. His voice sounded different. It sounded a lot deeper, somewhat sinister, but still sexy. 

"Alpha I apologize for whatever I did to get your wolf upset," Carson stated calmly while lowering his head almost submissively.

His wolf? Was that code for something? I thought to myself.

Alpha flexed his muscles and unfolded his arms. He was now doing breathing exercises. He seemed a little more relaxed, and I noticed Carson was again standing up to his full height, looking a lot less tensed himself.

"It's OK Carson, my wolf has been off since morning. At first, he thought he smelt our mate, and now he thinks he smells a woman's—you know what, never mind," he said, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.

"He thinks he smelt a woman's what? Come on Alpha, if you're gonna say arousal, I think I detect it too," Carson confessed while glancing around the room like he was searching for something or maybe someone.

Alpha's head snapped up and locked eyes with Carson for a second, then they both turned their noses up in the air and sniffed like animals on the hunt. 

Who the hell were these crazies? It was like the hotter they were, the crazier they were, too. 

Carson strode over to the bed and sniffed it, he held up the red silk sheet that was wrapped around my body a couple of minutes earlier. "Alpha, smell this."

Alpha established a few long strides and made his way over to the bed. He grabbed the sheet from Carson and he took a deep whiff. He then tilted his head and produced a shrieking, animalistic noise. 

I had to cover my ears with my hands. 

Did he just howl?

My throat got dry. This was getting weirder by the minute.

"Someone has been in my room and on my bed." Alpha's demonic voice was back.

"Maybe it's one of the twelve thousand four hundred and four ladies that you've banged," Carson said sarcastically, but then he drew back a little when he realized what he just did.

"Don't fucking test me Carson, you know my wolf won't hesitate to rip your head off. In fact, no one's ever been inside my room but you and a few select staff members." I could actually hear the venom in Alpha's tone.

"I know Alpha. I wasn't thinking."

"You're officially the worst beta ever," Alpha sighed. His voice sounded normal again. 

Was this guy schizophrenic? 

"You know that twelve thousand four hundred and four is not the number of women I've bed, but the number of lives I've taken?" he asked Carson. But Alpha's tone this time was laced with darkness— and possibly regret.

My breath hitched. If he found me, I would be number twelve thousand four hundred and five. Goodbye, Hazel Valentine, I sobbed internally. Fear ate at my soul and my blood ran cold.

Carson looked at Alpha with what looked like realization. "Oh, when I said body count, you thought it was the number of kills you made," he laughed heartily. "No man, I meant how many girls you fucked."

Alpha shook his head in amusement. "I figured that out when you started talking about the different types of pussies." 

They both started laughing like two crazy persons in a psych ward. 

I, on the other hand, was on my hands and knees, in what appeared to be the closet of a psycho serial killer's, and I was trying to wrap my brain around what I did to piss God off for him to allow me to end up in a situation like this. 

Aliens could have burst through the doors right then, and I wouldn't have been surprised.

"Man you should have seen your face when you thought I fucked all those women," Alpha asserted as he again shook his head from side to side. "I am the Alpha of the world's largest pack, where would I find the time to fuck twelve thousand four hundred and four women and take care of a pack of almost fifty thousand?"

"I don't know, man, but I see how most of the she-wolves here look at you. I thought they would be lined up at your door every night for some Alpha juice," Carson gave Alpha a one-sided smirk.

"I've been with many women over the years, but as I got older, I realized it's just meaningless sex. It's not fair to the ladies I sleep with because they always want more, and I cannot give my all to a girl who's not my true soul mate." 

OK! A crazy serial killer he might be, but if he continued to talk like that, I will have to burst out of this closet and beg him to fuck me before he kills me. My mind went dark. Now I sounded like Gabrielle.

"Yeah man, we're twenty-five, and we haven't found our mates yet, but I know they're out there, so until I find mine I'll be satisfying little Carson and having fun doing so," Carson grinned while rubbing his chin. "But man for real, how many girls you slayed?"

"Seems like you won't let this go anytime soon, but I swear if you start acting crazy again, I'm going to grab you by the collar and throw you out the window and remember we're on the fifth floor," Alpha warned.

"OK man, cross my heart and hope to die," Carson vowed as he drew the imaginary cross over his chest.

Alpha slowly turned around. His rear was to Carson and his front was now towards me. I still couldn't see his face because there was a standing lamp in the way. 

Fuck you, lamp.

"Three hundred and eighty-two," Alpha said dryly, Carson was behind him trying to hold back his excitement, but I could see his cheeks looking like they were about to explode. "Ever since I had that dream about that beautiful girl a couple of months ago, I can't seem to get her out of my mind, plus I don't have the urge to have sex with anyone else."

"Wait you told me about that dream eight months ago, so you're telling me you haven't gotten laid in eight months?" Carson questioned, "What about big tits from last night?"

"Her name was Stacy or Tracy, not big tits, but after she got drunk, I offered her a ride. She started giving me a blow-job, but I wasn't into it, so I just dropped her off at the north pack-house," Alpha shrugged.

"That's it? oh, wow!" Carson shouted in disbelief. "But I thought you said you only remembered the events of the dream and not the dream girl's actual face, so how you know she's beautiful?"

"Man I just know and that's why I've been so restless lately. All I do is think about her twenty-four, seven. I can't seem to get my fucking mind off her."

"Man you got the hots for an imaginary dream chick. Alpha that's on a different level of kinky. So have you dreamt about her recently?"

"Yes, I did last night. It was only flashes here and there, but we finally kissed, and we were finally going to take the next step when your annoying ass woke me up. It felt so real." I heard the sadness in Alpha's voice. I almost had the need to go and comfort him. 

Even though his face was hidden behind the lamp, Alpha's chest was in full view, and man those six-pack—oh scratch that, his eight-pack was glistening beneath the sunlight that was coming from the window. Thank goodness, the rain had finally stopped.

His V-line was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. I was drooling like a dog who was hungry for bone. That's it! I vowed to myself that If I made it out here in one piece, I'd rub a few out from the images of this guy. I felt the heat coming from between my legs. I dipped my head slightly and swallowed to try to ease my dry throat.

"I'm sorry for cock-blocking you, man. You at least deserve some dream pussy for you to be turning down real pu -" Carson paused mid-sentence. "Smell that?" Carson questioned as he again sniffed the air.

I focused on Carson's face, he was tensed all over, I could tell that Alpha was also uneasy by the way his muscles bulged. 

Alpha growled before he answered yes. It was a guttural sound, but it was one of the sexiest sounds that my ears have ever had the pleasure of hearing. My tummy tightened as my arousal intensified. 

Both Carson and Alpha growled, and I watched as they walked towards the closet. 

Fuck my life! I thought as I crawled to the back of the closet. My heart was thumping in my chest like a jackhammer. 

I am going to die. They are going to find me and chop me into pieces and feed me to their pet shark.

I closed my eyes as I heard the closet door open. It sounded like it was ripped off the hinges. 

Then came their loud breathing.

Oh! Shit! It's the end of Hazel Valentine!

I didn't even have to open my eyes to know that they were close. I felt their presence.

"MATE!" I heard Alpha rumble.

"Alpha, I don't see anyone but I do smell a unique scent though. It's stronger at the back of the closet." Carson sounded confused.

What? My eyes shot open. How could he not see me? I saw Carson hovering over me, sniffing and scanning the area. His blue eyes were now pitch black. How was this possible? I kept still. I dared not to even breathe and risk being caught.

"Mate! MATE!" Alpha growled out. The whole God damn room shook.

"Calm down, Alpha, there's no one here! Your mate is not here," Carson tried to reason with Alpha, but Alpha grabbed his shoulder and flung him to the ground like he weighed nothing. 

He stepped around Carson and stood right in front of me. I was sitting with my back against the wall, hugging my knees to my chest. I felt like I was in a nightmare that I could not awaken from.

"But I can smell her. My mate is here, my wolf is sure of it." Alpha sounded desperate. He also seemed not to see me. 

Maybe I was dead, and my ghost wandered and got lost in some hot guy's mansion. If so, maybe I could lurk around and watch them shower and stuff—no, that's creepy even for ghost me.

Alpha crouched in front of me. My gaze immediately went to his face. 

Wait! I know those mint green eyes, those beautifully chiselled jaws. It is my Adonis dream man! 

That explained it now. I really was dreaming. 

His hand stretched out like he was going to touch me. He stopped before his palm could feel the space where my chest was. He still could not see me, but somehow I knew he felt my presence. 

This man was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. My fingers itched to caress him. Without thinking, I slowly positioned myself on my knees between his legs. He was sitting on the floor with his hands resting on his knees. He smelt like rain, almonds, and cedar. Perfection. 

I needed to touch him. My skin was calling out to his skin. I gently lifted my hand and ran my thumb over his cheek. Sparks, of course, there'd be sparks. If he couldn't see me, perhaps he wouldn't be able to feel my touch either—right? 

WRONG! 

His hand shot up to his cheek. I saw the battle behind his eyes, like he just didn't know what to make out of this strange situation. 

You and me both, buddy!

We were both drawn out of our trance when Carson groaned in pain. I forgot he was even there. "Alpha, with all due respect, you need to get a little more control of your wolf," he said while rubbing the back of his head.

Alpha slowly got up, and then he stretched a hand to Carson and drag him to his feet. "Sorry about that, man."

"It's OK Alpha, just another reason to get you and your wolf some pussy already. Eight months is like eight years in werewolf years," he chuckled while he patted Alpha on the back.

What?

They both walked out of the closet, but not before Alpha spun to look in my direction one last time. I again got lost in his beautiful green eyes when I was distracted by a voice calling my name. It was faint, but I recognized it.

"Haze, wake up! Wake up!" Gabz's voice echoed in my ears. Before I knew it, I was waking up in my bedroom with Gabz standing over my body with a panicked look on her face.