The Alpha's Seduction (The Forbidden Mates Book 1)

by Larose Semsem

  I rarely allowed myself to think of that incident with the rogues but whenever I did... let’s just say, there was nothing pleasant about it. I always made sure I distracted myself from the mere memory of it all.

  Don’t! Don’t go there! I was inwardly ordering around my own mind. How crazy was that? I sighed in dismay.

  “You’re stronger than this,” I looked at myself in the mirror, trying to look like I wanted to. “A witch can never allow her emotions to overrule her rational thinking.” I reminded myself firmly then started taking deep calming breaths, my eyes snapping shut as I did.

  Moments later, when I felt more in control of my emotions, my heart no longer aching and much more at ease, I allowed my eyes to slowly flutter open.

  As I looked into the mirror, I was startled by the electric blue eyes I found there. The surprised gasp escaped my lips before I could help it.

  How dare he scare me like that? How dare he follow me into the bathroom? How could he...

  While a part of me got angry at him for being so arrogantly him, I couldn’t help but be a little bit angry at myself as well. How could I not have heard him enter? How could I not have felt his presence? How could I not have felt his breath on the back of my neck?

  “What is it?” I hissed through greeted teeth. Now was not the perfect time to taunt me.

  “Are you okay?” his worried tone did nothing but anger me more if that was even possible, for he had somehow noticed my discomfort.

  “Fine!” My answer was short, tautly spoken, with nothing but a frown to accompany it. Surely, he would understand I was not in the mood to talk to him.

  “Have you had enough of your games?” his hand sneaked around my waist, bringing me closer to him as he whispered that question that seemed somehow extremely out of place.

  Obviously he didn’t get the hint, I mentally groaned.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I responded in that sickly-sweet voice I knew he could only hate. I was trying to get his arm off me but to no avail; he was too strong. If anything, his hold on me tightened. I let out a silent sigh and rolled my eyes at him.

  “I’m sure you know exactly what I’m talking about,” came his husky drawl. He had dropped his head to my height and was, right at the moment, nuzzling my neck in a sensual manner that made me slightly weak to the knees. I would never admit it to him but his deep, bedroom voice made a shiver run down my spine.

  “I’ve done nothing wrong,” I countered, pouting then dampening my lips as I noticed his gaze on me –though not directly but through the mirror.

  “Sure, you haven’t!” his tone was mid-sarcastic mid-bitter, his narrowed eyes the sole evidence of how annoyed he was.

  “Let me go,” I commanded offhandedly, finally coming back to my senses. I could NOT allow myself to be seduced by him.

  Not now, not ever! My panicking mind screamed at me.

  “What if I don’t want to?”

  Does he have a death wish or something? I could barely contain my anger.

  “Sooner or later, you’ll have to,” I was seething yet, surprisingly enough, my voice came out calm, controlled. “We wouldn’t want them to come looking for us.” I taunted, referring to our dates, then immediately regretted as I noticed the darkening of his eyes.

  Wrong move! I inwardly bellowed at myself for my stupidity. I knew he must have been hanging by a thread, yet I just had to make him lose what little self-control he had left.

  In a heartbeat, he had me on the all-in-marble counter that separated the two sinks the ladies’ room had to offer.

  His hands were firmly – and somehow possessively so, I might add – holding my bottom, his hips nestling down in the space that my opened legs allowed since he had somehow forced them to wrap around his middle.

  “What...” the protest died on my lips since he chose that moment to possess my mouth with his.

  His mouth was devouring mine, his tongue furiously battling with mine, commanding submission; a submission I was not willing to show for probably less than ten seconds before I gave in.

  He growled deep in his throat in appreciation while pressing himself against me and I suddenly couldn’t help the moan that fell off my lips right into his. He seemed to savor the sound.

  Seconds later – though it could have been minutes, I couldn’t say for sure – he freed me of his devilish mouth. I might have groaned in response but I was actually thankful he did for if it wasn’t for him breaking the kiss, I would have probably died with my lips glued to his, not strong enough to come out for a breath no matter how necessary it was.

  The kiss was simply ravaging. There was no denying his techniques.

  His lips trailed down my neck, leaving me panting, gasping for breath, a muttering mess. My mind was foggy and seemed completely incapable of any linear thought. Upon finding my sweet spot, to which I had responded with a muffled moan, he started nibbling on it, making me go wilder for him if that was even possible. My hips bucked involuntarily against his, unconsciously seeking more and I had to bite on my lower lip to hold back the moan that threatened to escape upon feeling the evidence of his arousal pressing against me.

  “I want to hear you moan for me,” I thought I heard him say right before he sucked on my sweet spot with renewed passion.

  I obliged, not because I wanted to please him, but because I simply could no longer hold back my moans.

  He straightened up a little bit, just enough to be at eye-level with me, a smug smirk plastered on his face, before leaning in to give me another kiss that was less forceful than the first but just as passionate.

  All too soon, he broke away, making me whimper and reach out to him. I framed his face then brought his lips back to mine – or at least, that was what I tried to achieve.

  “What do you want?” he asked hotly, cockily. His husky, lust-filled voice was such a turn on, I could barely believe it.

  I kept looking at his lips, damning him with all my might for not giving me what I desperately – and very obviously so – wanted. I tried to force his lips back on mine again and was not surprised to find out I had failed again.

  “What do you want?” he repeated oh-so-arrogantly, his darkened eyes glinting.

  That seemed to set the wheels in motion. My mind cleared and began to function again.

  What the hell have I done? I mentally yelled at myself for giving in so easily to the temptation that was Jonathan.

  I abruptly dropped my legs from his middle, straightened up ever so slightly, pushed against his chest, managing to put some space between us, and then gave him a look full of loathing –a reproaching glare that I wished would make him seriously consider his next words.

  “You pulled a fast one on me, alpha!” I spat out, angrier at myself if anything.

  He stepped back, allowing me some much needed distance. His proximity was dangerous; I was not immune to him; I knew that already... then how the hell did I end up having a make-out session with him?

  In the restaurant ladies’ room of all places, a snarky voice filled my mind, almost making me choke on my own saliva when I was reminded of my date sitting out there, waiting for my return.

  “Do remember you enjoyed it,” was the sole answer I was given before he turned on his heels, leaving me to my thoughts, alone with my mind-blocking loss.

  I had indeed enjoyed it thoroughly. My skin was still buzzing, my body still humming, singing to him, begging to be possessed. How could I want him so much when there was nothing, I felt but contempt, hatred – and admittedly, a little bit of fear – every single time I thought about werewolves? It looked like my body and my mind were at cross purposes.

  I glanced at my wristwatch and sighed in relief when I realized it had merely been about five minutes since I had left the table.

  “Damn, it felt like an eternity,” I muttered to myself as I stood up and faced the mirror, looking furiously at my flushed face. Damn my hormones...

  I shall think about all of this later, I decid
ed, plastering a smile on my face; a smile that soon left when I saw the hickey adorning my neck.

  I gritted my teeth, a scowl slipping on my face before I quickly freed my hair from the oppressing bun, I had taken so much time to perfectionate. I arranged my silky locks so that it hid the offending love bite I was given by that god-damned alpha-ultra. Then, moving ever so carefully, wishing with every fiber of my being and with every step I took I would keep the evidence of my debauchery out of sights until I was back home, I left the ladies’ room and headed straight to our table, not sparing Jonathan a single glance on my way there.

  I might have made a mistake tonight but I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again, I thought with determination as I sat across Tim and gave him a sweet smile, letting myself be engrossed in the conversation they were having, ignoring the questioning look Seth had given me.

  Chapter 17

  The Unexpected

  The rest of the night was spent calmly, peacefully, pretty uneventful. I had kept shamelessly flirting with Tim, feeling all the while Jonathan’s gaze on me.

  I had thankfully managed to get my act together before stepping out of the bathroom. I had showed up at the table as collected as ever, as if nothing had happened. I could only assume it had unnerved him since he didn’t stay at the restaurant long enough to have desert. He had left some ten minutes before us, the skank he had brought trying to keep up with his angry strides but not quite managing to do so. I had inwardly grinned at that while keeping my face impassible, not showing any emotion whatsoever that might indicate the feeling of satisfaction I was experiencing.

  Truth be told, the game seemed silly at times; nevertheless, it was serving its purpose just fine and that was what mattered most to me.

  The drive back home was enjoyable; Tim and I joked around and teased each other a little bit. It then soon came to goodbyes as we reached our destination. Being the gentleman he was, he insisted on walking me to the front door and not just dropping me off.

  When there were merely two feet separating me from the said door, I turned around, a smile adorning my face, and was surprised with the gentle brush of his lips on mine. I barely had the time to register what was going on that he was already pulling away. It wasn’t a kiss per se, miles away from Jonathan’s ravaging one, nothing but a soft peck really.

  “Goodnight, Jas,” he whispered before worrying his lower lip, his eyes slightly expecting.

  Not giving in to the temptation that was his plump kissable lips for a reason I could not fathom, I smiled his way and told him goodnight as well before raising my hand to ring the bell.

  “See you soon,” it came out on a sigh, as if it pained him to know the date was already coming to its end, yet with a little hopeful edge to it, meaning he had every intention of asking me out again.

  “Yeah,” was the softly spoken reply he got. Somehow, it didn’t sound as enthusiastic as I would have wanted it to be. Just as I was about to add something, the door opened to reveal my mom.

  I stepped in the house then faced him and waved. He waved back, his features breaking into a bright smile, a smile that didn’t falter even as mom closed the door. He remained in his place, smiling to the unknown for few unnecessary seconds before snapping out of it and heading to his car.

  Why am I no longer as subjugated with him as I was before? The thought troubled me to say the least.

  The tires screeched at the same time my mom did, efficiently bringing me out of my reveries, “What the hell did you do with that boy?”

  “That boy has a name,” I softly reminded her as I started walking; heading towards the staircase that would lead me to my room, where I would finally be able to escape the spinning world I was in and have some much needed rest.

  “Yes, I know,” she conceded on a sigh, remembering he was a family friend’s son, “Andrew called your brother to tell him that Jonathan had returned to the pack house completely furious.” Another sigh accompanied that statement of her, “he has destroyed the room he had been given before darting out of the mansion saying he was going for a run.” Somehow her tone conciliated both sympathy – for him – and blame – for me.

  I kept silent, relishing the thought of having that much effect on his nerves with so little things.

  “Just what did you do?” she repeated her question from earlier, though with calmer tone and different wording.

  “Nothing much really,” was the flatly spoken shrug-accompanied answer she got as I started ascending the stairs again, too happy with the news to feel like bickering.

  “Jasmine!” she called out in warning. I could have sworn she must have been scowling at me at that, and when I turned around to face her, I was proven right.

  “Let’s just say he doesn’t like being ignored very much,” I gave her a sheepish smile of sorts – that was definitely fake – while shrugging again.

  She glared at me in silence, her mouth set in a thin line, choosing not to waste her breath since she had probably guessed that words would be lost on me.

  “Just tell me something mother,” I began in a wondering tone, my choosing the term ‘mother’ instead of ‘mom’ making her look at me warily. It meant I was about to fire an accusation at her, a solid one. “How did he know where to find me?”

  Her eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched ever so slightly at being reminded that but she didn’t respond no matter how much I knew she would have loved to. Her face showing no remorse whatsoever, she kept giving me a hard stare, sole indicator of her not liking the fact I had mentioned that.

  What made her think I wouldn’t bring that up? Jeremy might be friends with Andrew –the alpha’s little brother– but that didn’t justify what he did. He had no right to tell him where I would be when he knew the information was going to reach the mate I was refusing to acknowledge. At the end of the day, I was still his little sister, and even if he wasn’t exactly approving my actions, he shouldn’t have taken sides –never mind his.

  Speaking of sides, where the hell was my dad? How could he have missed the little scolding-session? I was more than sure he would have enjoyed and added some of his remarks as well.

  “Where’s dad?” I voiced out the question, my eyes narrowed in suspicion, not daring to hope for anything.

  “He doesn’t want to pressure you into accepting Jonathan even if the idea of you rejecting your mate doesn’t appeal to him.” mom admitted in an emotionless voice, and that meant she was angry with his decision but didn’t want to show it.

  Not possible! I inwardly squealed then grinned at the news. Now that’s what you can call a surprise. I had never thought he’d be willing to let me do as I pleased, to let me decide for myself whether I should refuse or accept being Jonathan’s mate; with all that had to entail. That was really unexpected.

  “Cool,” I commented joyfully before resuming my ascension of the stairs. Thankfully, mom chose to go to the living-room, probably to give dad a full report and a piece of her mind for probably the third time or so. She was definitely not fond of the idea of his not getting involved. I was sure she had made that crystal clear to him already, but another venting-session wouldn’t hurt her. Dad was one of those unshakable persons who once they’ve taken a decision, there was no changing it. I often described that as him being unnervingly stubborn but for once I viewed it as a quality.

  Chapter 18

  An Unforgettable Encounter

  I entered my room, a smirk adorning my lips, indicator of my good mood, and was soon changing into my pajamas. I looked dismissively at my untidy desk, knowing I would have no problems finding whatever I needed in the morning – despite the almost impossible disorder – since that was just my way of tidying things up. I then longingly looked at my queen-seized bed which was just under the window but forced my legs to take me to the bathroom so that I could brush my teeth.

  It was safe to say that all what had happened in the evening had made me tired since as soon as my head hit the pillow, I dozed off.

  It was a nice su
nny day and Celia and I had been enjoying it together. We had gone to the mall shopping, had fun, eaten some deliciously junky food as lunch and then gone back to my house. We were about to watch a movie when Karl strolled in.

  Wanting them to grow closer, I told them it felt too hot for me to stay inside the house and that I’d rather have a little walk in the nearby forest, thinking I’d probably end up bathing in the river in my underwear like I often did when no one was around.

  Celia had almost instantly agreed and told me she’d rather watch the movie, giving me a gratitude-filled look, understanding my intention. All the while Karl, being the gentleman he was, decided on staying to keep her company since neither Jeremy nor Jake was home.

  Much as I had expected, there was no one susceptible of catching me bathing in my underwear. Ergo I didn’t hold back and dived in, reveling in the sweet sensation of being submerged in some deliciously refreshing water.

  I had enjoyed myself for what felt like an eternity but was probably two hours or so and then decided I’d better leave before the sunset since I wasn’t fond of walking in the darkness of the night. Just as I put my clothes on, my wet underwear dampening them in the process, I heard some voices growing near. I rose to my feet, a smile plastered on my face, expecting to see one of the Sunshine’s pack’s members come out of the bushes. Instead, I was soon facing nine unfamiliar faces.

  My breath hitched in my throat, my heart squeezed in anxiety before starting a mad race; I was definitely starting to panic. But that was on the inside. Never would I show such things to potential enemies. What kind of witch would that make me?

  I narrowed my eyes at them as they remained standing, unmoving, few feet separating me from them. They had what could only be seen as old dirty rugs for clothes, a dangerous aura emanating from them and scary faces.