Keana 's p.o.v
"Rise," my loud voice boomed as I walked majestically to take my seat, my regal cloak rolling on the floor as I moved. The place was decorated with flashy flowers nothing of my interest. But as the Alpha of the pack, I have to represent, even if I hate crowds.
I noticed Matilda walked behind me, clinging to me like a second cloak, my face twisted in disgust as I remembered the events of two days ago and yesterday. Her mouth burping down my cock, licking and sucking like her life depends on it. Still, I wasn't feeling the pleasure I was supposed to feel; the discomfort I felt within was palpable.
Kenny's role in all of this was evident; he was pacing back and forth in my head, pissed at me, still seeking pleasure in Matilda when our mate was just an inch away from us.
He resisted any form of pleasure I ought to feel, and so I pulled out my dick from her mouth and dismissed her. The same thing happened yesterday.
Today as I stand in front of this crowd, I'm nothing but sex starved; the urge to fuck is unbearable.My wolf knew what I hadn't wanted to admit: the mate bond was powerful, and only one person could truly satisfy that pull. Matilda had left me cold, and in the end, I had dismissed her.
It got even worse when I saw her. Keana, sitting all dolled up in a seat close to the one intended for me. Her long hair tied in a ponytail, her red gown adding glimmer to her already tanned skin, her supple lips painted red. She looked nothing short of gorgeous.
Kenny purred within, wagging his tail at the sight that beheld me. I crossed over to the other side without sparing her a glance and sat down.
Blood ran to my groin as I perceived her vanilla scent; it smelt heavenly. I remember picking that particular scent as one to be sent to her room when Diego asked for my opinion as her mate.
Now that's a good choice.
Matilda stood beside me; one look at her, I understood what she wanted—for me to order Keana out of the seat and let her sit, as that is how it used to be.
I wanted to ignore her request, seeing that it would be embarrassing to Keana, but Matilda is my childhood friend, the first one I was intimate with; even as I've had two more, I still bonded more with her. She wasn't my mate, though, and now that bond felt more like a curse than anything comforting.
The tension clawed at me, and the mate pull was driving me crazy. If I don't do the needful, I would pick Keana up this minute and do something I will regret.
I leaned down, towards Keana, and ordered her, over the music, against Kenny's judgment, "Get up."
"Huh," she said, raising an eyebrow in surprise; that was the most sexy thing I've seen today. It's the mate pulling talking, not me.
"I said get up," I said; if not for the loud music, the entire pack would have heard us.
She bowed her head, bit down on her lips, and slowly stood up, and that moment I regretted my decision. I knew she had curves, but I didn't know how this gown looked on her. Her ass looked defined and soft, the type that could pass for a pillow, and her hips gave the cloth life.
My groin jerked in need; if it wasn't for the cloak on my body, I would have been unable to hide the bulge when I decided to leave.
She walked over to the crowd and stood by a group of men. I watched as she smiled at all of them like she knew them before.
Matilda took over her position, and we continued watching the boring talent show.
"Why are you here?" I heard from afar; remember my sharf wolf instinct. I looked towards Keana and saw that her friend had joined her.
"He wants me out of there," she answered, her voice calm and composed.
"He is the son of a bitch," her friend said and hugged her. I stopped listening to their conversation.
My heart aches at her friends words,
Am I really the son of a bitch? Was I doing the right thing by pushing my fated mate away?
Kenny curled up inside me, his head bowed down in anguish. Influencing my mood as I grew sad, against my wish. Maybe if I went with Matilda, I would not be scared to hurt her, but this mate bond was overwhelming.
I'm a monster; I can't bear to hurt her when my crisis begins.That wouldn't bring me any joy. The main reason why I didn't want to consider ever having a mate was a weakness, a vulnerability, I couldn't afford.
Suddenly a loud howl erupted from the crowd, the music stopped playing, and murmurs took its place. A crowd gathered across the far end of the hall.
Keana was the first to react as she rushed forward towards the scene, then I followed suit, expecting Matilda to follow me, but she remained sitting.
The moment I got there, I regretted my decision...
At the center of the chaos was a young pup, cradling his injured shoulder, blood soaking his clothes and spilling onto the floor. I could feel the sudden urge to tear into something, to taste blood, as my crisis edged closer, threatening to break free. My vision blurred, red flickering into black as the instinct swelled, and I fought it back with every ounce of strength I had.
I turned, pushing past everyone and racing out of the hall, far from the pack house, struggling to control the monster that was clawing to break free.