SAVE ME ALPHAS (SAMPLE ONLY)

2. CORA

My heartbeat escalated and sweat broke out over my skin.

He knocked again, snapping me into action.

I pulled the door open and watched with a frown as he hurriedly stepped inside the cabin and pushed the door closed behind him.

Dean glanced around. "All packed up?"

"Y-yes," I stuttered, feeling unnerved with his presence in the cabin.

"Good." He swallowed loudly as he turned to face me. "We need to talk."

"O-okay. Do you want to sit down?"

"No, I won't be staying long." He shifted from foot to foot, eyes darting around.

For some reason, he seemed extremely nervous, which made me nervous.

To think that a few years ago, I used to have a crush on him. My tormentor found out and told everybody, including him. He had joined in on them making fun of me whenever he got the chance.

"Did Olivia ever explain mates to you?" he asked.

I frowned at him.

"Come on, Cora. We already had the sex-talk in school. You must have had some questions for your mother."

"I don't want any part of whatever this is," I told him as I hurried towards the door.

"It isn't a game."

"Yeah, right. Someone is recording this right? You just can't let me leave without making a fool out of me one last time?" I jerked the door open. "Please leave."

Dean growled and stormed over to me. Pushing the door closed, he slammed me against it with a hand wrapped around my throat.

"I am trying to have a serious conversation with you," he hissed, eyes flashing.

I started trembling with fear.

He was seconds from shifting. I could feel his claws digging into my skin.

"S-she told me," I stuttered, remembering his question from earlier. "I k-know what a mate is."

"Good. Good." Dean stepped closer, pressing his body against mine. "I don't have to explain things to you then. I knew it from the moment I first laid my eyes on you that you were mine."

His eyes darted over my face.

"I believed that you might shift once you hit puberty. You're my mate, Cora. The Goddess fucking gave me a pathetic human for a mate."

Another growl fell from his lips as his hold on my throat tightened, cutting off my air.

"We could have been so good."

"D-Dean."

"I don't want a you as my mate. You're weak and so fucking pathetic. How will you take care of my pack?"

It was getting increasingly harder to breathe. I clawed at his hand, trying to pry his fingers away.

"How will you carry my children? They will be bastards just like you."

"P-Please."

"I Dean Rowan Sutton, reject you Cora Milton as my mate, and the future Luna of my pack," he said.

I felt nothing but the pain of his fingertips digging into the skin of my throat.

His eyes narrowed.

Black spots appeared in my line of vision, and just as I was about to pass out, he let me go.

I dropped to the floor, coughing.