The Princess’s Broken Alpha

The door closed behind Kiarra and she released a deep breath. This was devastating. She threw her bag on the bed and headed for the bathroom. She had barely made it up the stairs only nodding when Samuel showed her to her room. She couldn't speak because she knew that if she did she would cry. She hated feeling so weak and looking so pathetic. The room was simple but nice. It was on the second floor of the pack house and she fought not to ask which room was his. Her wolf was pissed at her for separating her from her mate. She had gone through countless situations and faced worse, yet one simple meeting with him had rendered her a mess. If anyone else had said those words to her it would have been nothing she could handle but from Zion Cartier it was everything. His name sounded like music to her ears. He had been given the power to break her and he was using it. Every time she saw the look in his eyes she just wanted to curl up and hide. He stared at her with such disdain. At the fresh feeling Kiarra's insides ached even more and she could feel the cracks widening. What made it worse was that she didn't know how to pull herself back together.

She had built herself into a confident woman yet when he looked at her she felt like he could see past her shell. Like he was reading her through and through and it made her feel vulnerable. That's what mates are supposed to do right? See the real you and be the other half of your soul.

Except he was hell bent on getting rid of her and she was scared he would succeed. Then what? She would have to go back to England and tell her father he was right. Moon Goddess knows what will happen then.

Kiarra started to fill the tub with water and stripped out of the black hoodie and pants. After days on the road travelling the nice room and a chance to finally just pause was a relief. She sank in the warm water and felt the tears finally slip and closed her eyes. It'll be okay Kiarra. It'll be okay. She sat in there until the water turned cold thinking it through.

To hell with all of this it just didn't make any sense. He had shot her down like the very idea of a mate and the mate bond was something he despised. Which is strange because having a mate is one if not the most important things to werewolves. Yet he had just tossed her to the side like it was nothing. Was it because he had another? Who was she? What was she like? The thought of it burned her heart. Was she with him now? Was she touching him? He was clearly devoted to her. She wiped some more tears letting the sobs rack her body before tipping her head back.

If her aunt saw her now she'd be utterly disappointed. That's the thing about being strong.

Her wolf wanted to go and wreak havoc, keep him to herself but then again that wouldn't get her anywhere. It would only make the situation worse. Or could it be something else she was missing, did something else happen for him to not want this? He could also just not want one. Very few Alpha's every now and then over the centuries believe that having a mate made them weak and vulnerable and without one they can conquer and rule more efficiently.

The more she went through the possible reasons the more frustrated she became. She would have to ask his brothers. But they didn't look much friendlier either and she doubted they would trust her with anything. This was much more harder than she'd thought. Why did they hate Lycans? Or was it just her?

Clearly he had no qualms being rude and extremely disrespectful towards her. Other Alpha's would be fearful that she was Lycan and sent by the council. The devastating effects this could have on their pack if they even sneezed out of line. Yet he didn't care. She could have been malicious especially with the rejection.

He didn't want her yet she did want him though. More than she'd ever wanted anything. It was tearing her a part how badly she wanted him and she blushed at her own confession. How would she go about this? Her wolf whined. He doesn't want us girl. Kiarra should let him go but first at least she wanted to know the reason. Why?

A Lycan being given a destined mate wasn't as easy as werewolves. It was rare when they were given one and so Lycans tended to choose a mate after a certain amount of time. If she let him go she didn't know what were her chances of finding another mate. She squeezed the water out of her hair. Jackson having already visited made her stomach churn. Jackson was definitely not winning cousin of the year. He was a bitch. She remembered a time when Jackson and her best friends. That was when they were little. They were literally inseparable. Then everything went to shits. That's how she found Castor. Castor was there for her when no one else was. Castor made everything make sense. She would really love to talk to him right now if only she could get that Castor back. Not this Castor.

Kiarra's stomach rumbled. She didn't have the will to go downstairs and eat though it was dinner time and she hadn't eaten since morning. She plopped on the bed staring at the ceiling feeling the coldness from the window pouring in. She welcomed the cold just wanting to feel numb. She just wanted to be alone. She had thrown on a t-shirt and shorts she'd bought when travelling here. She had tried not to buy anything much besides these and the hoodie so as not to have so much luggage with her but she really needed to buy some clothes.

Tomorrow morning she would start again and by the grace of the moon goddess she was going to have her mate whether he liked it or not. She was not going to take no for an answer. If it was a chase he wanted then a chase he was going to get. She was going to give him hell and Zion Cartier had met his match.