My Big Bad Alpha novel Chapter 2

"Alpha Terrance asked me to escort you to your rooms and he'll meet up with you later." The ...I'm guessing woman due to the sound of her voice said from the porch of the rather large pack house.

How unprofessional...

I nodded and nodded over to my fighters to follow.

Just as I was walking over, a girl "tripped" and fell right in front of me, her legs slightly opened giving me a semi-clear view of her red lace underwear. Her hand shot up in my direction.

"Mind giving me a hand?" She said, adding a wink.

If she think I'm even going to touch her...

I rolled my eyes and crossed over her.

Sluty Broads.

Making my way over to the woman on the porch, she stared at Me then back at the fallen woman who was now being helped up by another member with a slightly opened mouth.

"Now. Our rooms?" I asked with a smirk.

She nodded and led us into the house.

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It's been 3 hours..

3 fucking hours and I'm already sick of this horid pack.

Sitting down in a recliner in the room I had selected for myself, I took a hit from my cigarette then tossed it in the ashtray.

I need to train.

"Anyone needs me, I'll be in the training room." I sent to my pack through mind link and changed into grey sweat pants and a wife beater, and made my way out of the room.

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Finding the training room wasn't hard at all. Just follow the disgusting over bearing smell of sweat.

It seems they don't bother to clean the room if the smell was this bad.

Shortly, I reach infront of a large dark green door, with a small sign that read "Training Room" and I smirked.

I was about to push open the door when I heard grunting, from a woman.

I guess someone's already here.

I put my headphones in my ears and put on one of my favorite songs.

Squad Or Nah By House Party Ft. Fetty Wap (I didn't really know what song to use LOL. Check out this song tho, it's good.)

Entering the room, I saw a small girl at the punching bags and I must say, I was impressed. Her hits were timed, making them equally strong as I watched her punch the punching bag.

She was beautiful.

She was strong.

But most importantly..

She was MINE.

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There she was.

My mate..

Standing right before me and I was frozen in place.

I watched her long dark hair bounce around in her pony tail, the way the sweat on her, made her dark, chocolate skin glisten.

I was punching the bags for maybe a good 40 minutes before I decided to take a little break.

Then it hit me.

A very very faint scent of coffee beans. Normally, I dislike coffee but God damn, this smelt simply amazing.

I was a tracker, though no one in my pack knew I was because I was labelled as "worthless".

Could it be who I think it is....

I spun around quick enough to give me whiplash when I saw him.

He was...beautiful.

He was just standing there....watching me.

I glanced at him up and down, resisting the urge to bite my lip and run to him.

"Mate.." It escaped my lips before I could stop it and I saw his jaw clench.

Was he angry?

I wanted to go to him.

To plant soft kisses over his Perfect face and soft lips.

My body involuntarily stepped forward but I went back. I didn't want to creep him out by acting like a crazy obsessive mate I saw other girls in my pack act like.

Suddenly, the door slammed and he was gone in a blink of an eye, leaving me standing there in the gym, alone and confused.

He was a mystery, I can see that for sure.

But he was MINE.