Chapter 3 (edited)

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He looks just like ... No way.
I look again. Short black hair, ice blue eyes, a very expensive looking suit, tall. Yep, it's him. Is the Alpha son my mate? That is unfair! That's soooooo unfair. I am already lower in the pack stands than he is. And then again not a dream mate, I'm fat, ugly, basically anything you don't want as a mate. My emotions get the better of me, and I start to tremble. I'm sure there's something people do in this situation, but what is it?
I ... I don't know what to do.
My thoughts are interrupted because he starts walking.
In my direction.

Shitshitshitshitshit.
I panic. How should I stand? How do I behave? How do I address him? What should I say? How should I breathe at all? This is going in the wrong direction. Breathe Amy, breath. Just inhale, and exhale, I keep telling myself. It works a little bit. I look in the direction where he just walked. Nobody. He is gone. I look around but don't see him.

Suddenly I hear a chuckle behind me. I turn quickly. As far as my dress and heels are concerned. There he stands. My mate, the Alpha of the Dark wolf pack. Wow who would have ever thought this? I certainly don't. My thoughts are interrupted again by a voice. It is the alpha. "Hi there. I'm Ash. The future Alpha of this pack. And who are you?" If anyone else had said it, I would have thought it rude and boastful. But with him ..... I don't know. It almost sounds romantic.

I just stand there staring at him a little bit. After a few seconds I finally realize that he said something and expects an answer.
"I ... I. Um, my name is Amy," I stammer.
"Amy huh? As in the daughter of the beta Amy?" "Y..yes yes" I answer shakily. I hate how I can't even speak normally when he's around me. His eyes becomes blurred for a moment and I see fear and sadness in his eyes.

Wait ... Fear? Grief? I'm just a pitiful little wolf. He doesn't have to be sad about me. I want to hug him so that he is no longer sad but I don't know if that's appropriate, especially when we're at a party, and we just met.

He looks at me again. "Sorry Amy, but ...
I cannot accept you as my mate and the Luna of this pack. Sorry."
I freeze. I can't speak, I can't move. Nothing.

Don't do it Ash, please don't say it. I want to beg him but I can't, I'm to afraid. So I keep quiet and close my eyes as he speaks the words I've been so scared of all my life.

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