Mated to the Alpha

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I may or may not have looked up her employee info last night. I know it was against the rules, but do those rules really apply to mates? I leaned against my pickup truck outside her building, sipping my coffee. I had gotten here early and when I saw where she had been living I needed to take a minute to calm down. This place was a hole.

“Mr. Thorpe?”

I looked up from my thoughts to see Sasha standing in front of me carrying a box.


“What are you doing here?”

“You mentioned you were moving, I thought I’d give you a hand.”

“You really don’t need to do that.” She walked past me and to her janky car, placing the box in the trunk.

“You were planning on moving a couch by yourself?”

She smirked, “How do you think I got it inside in the first place?”

My eyes widened. "Touché. Well anyway, I’m here. I might as well help.”

She shrugged before opening the door to the building, “Might as well.”

I followed her up, my eyes wide as I looked around. How was it possible it actually looked worse on the inside? We stepped into her tiny apartment and I tried to contain my disappointment. How had she lived here? No wolf should be contained like this. I grabbed one end of the old used couch and helped her carry it to my truck, followed by her bed and the small amount of boxes.

“That it?” I clapped my hands together as we placed the final boxes in my truck.

“Yep. Let me hand over my keys and I’ll meet you back here in five.”

I climbed in the truck and sat back in my seat. “Mom was right, what is this girl going through?”

I saw her walk to her car with a wave. I followed her through town, stopping in front of a nice building. “Thank goodness,” I mumbled. We each grabbed a few boxes and I followed her up.

“Nice place,” I offered as we walked in to her loft.

“Thanks! Definitely a step up from the pit I was living in before.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything...” I rubbed my head innocently as I set the boxes on the floor. She gave me a warm smile and we quickly finished bringing up all her things.

Sasha sat down on her couch with a sigh. “Well I’m going to order some pizza, want to join me?”

“Sure,” I shrugged, sitting down on the couch next to her. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes for a minute while she ordered

“It will be about twenty five minutes. You can relax for a bit, I’m going to try and find the boxes for the kitchen.”

I got up and sat at one of the stools at the island, “I can help.”

“Don’t worry about it, I mostly just need to find the cups," she laughed as she started sifting through boxes.

I watched her as she moved around the apartment. She swayed and smiled. I hadn’t seen her happy since I’d met her almost three weeks ago. Watching her was intoxicating. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door.

“Pizza is here!” She smiled, holding two boxes of pizza and some sodas. We sat at the kitchen island, eating and talking lightly.

“Sasha, how did you become a rogue?”

She snapped her head up to face me and I could tell she was trying to decide if she should tell me. She looked down and took a deep breath. This was it, I was finally learning about this mystery mate of mine.

“My family was exiled when I was four.”

I could feel the shock spread across my face. She had been a rogue her whole life.

“I didn’t know why we had left our pack, I was too young to understand. But when I grew up my dad my told me. The pack we were in, the Alpha had become abusive. He would beat the pack members into submission and ruled by fear and violence. My father caught him beating a pup and ended up challenging him. He didn’t like that and instead of performing the challenge like the law required he exiled my family, threatening to kill all of us if we didn’t leave. I don’t remember where it was or even the name of the pack. My dad never told me and I don’t have any memories I can remember of that time. The last thing I remember was the night we left, being chased through the woods to the pack border.”

I didn’t know what to say. I had lost all words. What her family had gone through, it was horrible. “Sasha, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

She smiled, “Nobody does. When you think of rogues you think of criminals who deserved their exile or rebels who didn’t want to follow the rules set out by their Alpa.”

“You’ve been a rogue your whole life..”

“Pretty much. My dad and I moved around a lot in the search for a safe place to live. We finally found a place down in a small town in Florida, but when he died I had nowhere to go so I moved around some more before finding my way here.”

“Your dad? What about your mom?”

She turned away and I could tell she was upset, “She was killed that night.”

I let out a small gasp by accident and she turned to me. I could see the tears in her eyes fighting to fall.

“It was my fault, I had fallen when we were just shy of the border. She ran to me and was only able to throw me to safety before they found us and attacked her. My father never fully recovered from losing her.”

I turned to her, pulling her stool closer to me so she was sitting between my legs. I pulled her into me. I knew I’d regret it later, I could feel myself wanting her more and more. I needed to know more though, still not knowing if she would end up endangering my pack. But in this moment I felt sorry, and I knew she was hurting. She broke down in my arms, releasing what I’m sure was years of unshed tears and pain. After a while her sobs slowed and she pushed away from me.

“Gosh, you must think I’m a mess," she said as she wiped away the remaining tears from her face.

“Actually I think you’re strong,” I replied, giving her a smile.

She took a deep breath and turned away, hiding the blush in her cheeks I had caught a glimpse of. “Well thanks for today. It was nice having help.”

I took the hint. She wanted to play in her new apartment. “I should head back, lots of work to do back at the pack.”

I walked to the door and turned to her. Before my mind knew what I was doing my body rebeled and I found myself leaning down and placing a kiss on her cheek. She blushed again which stirred me. I wanted more.

But instead I walked out the door. “Goodnight, Miss Lovett.”

“Goodnight, Mr. Thorpe.”

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