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Book 3 of the "My Best Friends' Alpha is My Mate" series.
Overprotective parents.
An annoying twin brother.
Denied my title.
Shy.
No running.
Disrespectful Alphas.
Snoody, spoiled brats.
Can my life get any worse?
Oh...it can.
My mate tightened his jaw and squeezed my hips. I knew that tempted him. It's only instinct that Alphas would get all wound up over their mates. I only told him the truth.
We had been escorted into the castle by the witches. They said they would retrieve us when dinner was ready. My mate just took us upstairs and to the room I was assigned to. How he knew which one, I still don't know.
"How's your leg?" he asked, trailing his long fingers across the skin of my arm. We had laid down on the giant mattress in the room. My belly knotted and did somersaults. My eyes closed unintentionally.
"It's a little better," I managed out from my lips. I contained the pleasure from the sparks flying across my skin.
"I'm glad to see that I can make you feel weak," he muttered, brushing his lips against my ear. How does an Alpha respond to that? I couldn't help it. He was drop dead gorgeous, and I can't help it that the way he looks at me make my knees feel like jelly.
"I'm sorry," I stated with a tiny blush. He chuckled softly.
What the hell was that? Pyrite growled.
What was I supposed to say? I snapped. You weren't very helpful.
You could have said, "Ican't help how sexy you are." Not, "I'm sorry." Quit being a pussy. You and I both know you're a lot more proud and cocky than that.
Pyrite! You are just asking for a mating.
Well we'll mate sooner or later.
I blocked her out instantly, ignoring her. I do not need a wolf to tell me to taunt my mate. I sighed shielding my face in his throat.
"What's wrong?" he quizzed. I felt him become panicked by my sudden mood change. I kissed his neck where my mark will lay one day.
"To answer your question, it was my wolf being a butthole like usual." Then I froze. I pulled away from Sylver at the sudden realization that hit me.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"It's not you, it's me." He frowned at my statement. Our eyes locked, and a shiver ran through my body as his eyes narrowed. "I never introduced myself to you. I just hung all over you, and I completely forgot that my name was only ever mentioned once to you. That's probably why you never say my name."
He looked thoughtful, raking his brain to see if I was right. His eyes widened when my claim came up positive. He gazed at me, cocking his head to the side. I bit my lip.
"I'm Sylver," he introduced. I giggled at him. He already introduced himself when we first met.
"I'm Jazlynn," I whispered, smiling shyly at my mate. My wolf was right. I am usually a proud wolf. And a cocky one at that. I always backtalked Alphas that looked down on me, and I always taunted the Alpha daughters that were snooty bitches who constantly flung themselves at an Alpha's son. Now, I'm just happy, enjoying my mate.
"Do I have to fight that male Alpha for you, Jaz?" he asked, looking at the gigantic window behind me. He had a frown on his lips, and I didn't like that look on him.
"I don't know," I whispered, feeling embarrassed that my mate has to worry about me with another man.
"Your dad's the King right? Why can't he just tell him to leave?"
"He's only one of the seven kings. Each continent has a King. The King of the Council is the one who decided to allow arranged marriages. The order goes - from lowest to highest powers: Alphas, Kings, the Council, and then the King of the Council. The Council has meetings on Antartica. They have meetings in the center of the continent, a place where there are no humans at all."
"Oh," is all he said.
"This has been wolf law since Zeus cursed the first werewolf. Arranged marriages have been around since the beginning. They've been discussing arranged marriages for a few decades now, wondering if they should ban it from werewolf kind. The other week is when they made the decision that only the first born Alpha daughters must be mated and have their first child or pregnant with their first child by the age of twenty one. And when I say first born, I mean the actual first born child, not the first daughter. If I want my title, I need to be claimed, mated, and at least pregnant by my 21st birthday or the Council will force my father to give the title to Emilio, my younger twin."
"Why?" Sylver snapped. "They know you have mates, so why? Why do this?" I looked up at him with a serious expression.
"To make sure we're breedable."
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