Page 2 of My Bad Boy Alpha

Black tattoos covered every inch of his arms and neck, curling around his strong jaw and crawling into the fade of his modern mullet.Heat exploded in my core.His eyes were as dark as the midnight sky during a new moon, so vicious that they seized me by the damn throat.

My wolf raged against my insides, begging me to drop the tray and walk over to him, talk to him,claimhim so she could be happy again.But I … I couldn’t.My gaze shifted to Eshe, who placed her hand on his shoulder.

Jealousy and pain cut through my heart.I couldn’t talk to him because I … because I would never be as beautiful as Eshe, would never have hair as silky, a straight smile, an uncrooked nose.

Caught in a panic, I tripped over a chair leg, and the tray slipped from my hand.Drinks flew in the air and splattered all over Alpha Connor, a visiting alpha, and the other high-ranking warrior wolves of the Stonehelm Pack.

“Oh my Goddess!”I shrieked, grabbing a napkin from the table and wiping it against his stained white shirt.

Goddess, why was I so freaking clumsy?!Last time I had bumped into Connor, he had nearly killed me for nicking his leather shoe.Now this?!

“I’m so sorry!”

I bowed my head and continued to attempt to clean his clothes with a pathetic napkin, hoping that he showed mercy on me.But … how could he?He was in the middle of dinner while one of the strongest alphas was in town.

Connor would want to show off, to assert his dominance.

Like I expected, Alpha Connor seized me by the throat, yanked me away from him, and pushed me back.“Get off me, you filthy omega.”He grabbed his full glass of New Moon Shine, dumped it all over my head, and shoved me to the ground.“Lick it up like the ugly?—”

Before Alpha Connor could finish his sentence, Alpha Stone was suddenly at my side, his dark eyes suddenly golden pools.He snatched Connor by the neck, slammed him up against the wall, and ripped out his throat in one fluid motion, as if he had done it a thousand times before.I stared in horror at the ripped spinal cord hanging from Stone’s blood-covered fist.

“If anyone else wants to make a comment, you can suffer the same fate too,” he growled through his vicious canines at the corpse.Then, he lifted his gaze to the other men around the table.“Nobody talks to my mate that way.”

CHAPTERTWO

STONE

“M-m-mate?”she squeaked.With coily brown hair that she had pinned back with some gold hair clips, dark brown eyes, and the sexiest body that I had ever laid my eyes upon, she cowered back in fear and stared up at me through trembling eyes.“I’m your mate?”

“You speak as if you don’t want the title,” I growled.

She shook her head.“I-I can’t be your m-mate.”

Her words cut like an alpha’s claws in my side.I had been searching my entire life for her, for the woman who would be by my side for the rest of my life.I had destroyed entire packs, burned their lands to the ground in a damn attempt to find her.

“Why not?”I snarled between my canines.

I didn’t care what answer she had for me.She’d be?—

“Because … I’m not good enough for you.”

For a moment, my words completely escaped me.I had expected some sob story about how she would never mate someone like me, a monster, as many people had called me over the years.That she was somehow better than some brute.

But she … didn’t think she was good enough?For me?

“Don’t say that,” I roared.

“It’s true,” she said.

And some fucking women to my right had the audacity to nod with her.Fucking nod.

I contained myself before I ripped their heads off too.

My mate might’ve had the worst self-esteem in this town, but once I was finished with her, those words would never come out of her mouth again.She wouldn’t walk around, stumbling over her words and her own two feet.

She’d be the confident mate promised to me.

The woman I’d burn down the entire world for.

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