"You instantly know who your mate is dear, when you make eye contact with a specific person. Or better yet, THE specific person." * * * "Look at me rouge," my Alpha mate roughly snarls. I lift my face up at him whilst avoiding eye contact knowing the scene that would occur if I did, "Look me in the eye!" "No." I bark. "Ugh, you're so annoying. You know what? Whatever. I don't care. You're not much of a threat anyways. I mean look at you. You could do great for a maid," he laughs along with his group that's holding me down, "I'll give you a choice, mutt. Join my pack and have a normal life - well, as normal as it could - or, stay as the filthy rouge you are and we'll kill you this instant." By the look of the guy behind me who's holding my arms, they already knew my answer, "Fine. Whatever." I growled, "But under one small condition," they watch me, "I wish to never make direct eye contact with your sleezy, proud eyes, ALPHA." I spat. He laughs in a tone that's filled with anything but humor, "I don't give a shit." Note: Short Story