I Won't Give In (Completed)

Chapter 8 - Braaten

Colton POV

"Now here is your new Luna!" I yell into the mic, pleased with everyone's applause. I turn, grasping Skylar's arm and head off the stage.

Let's play a game. Braaten, my wolf, growls in my mind. Instantly, I know exactly what he wants.

I stop suddenly and pull Skylar into my chest, the annoying sparks erupt throughout my body and hers, causing her to stiffen in my grasp. I bring my mouth to her ear and whisper, "I cannot wait until tonight, kitten. You are all mine."

I feel her body freeze before I let her go and walk off into the crowd, shaking hands and receiving words of praise for finding my mate. I smirk to myself as I feel my mate's emotions through the bond. Her fear is the most predominant. 

I quickly sneak a glance back at my terrified mate before heading towards the bar I had installed for the night. Her face was blank with no emotion present, but her eyes were my favourite. Her hazel eyes showed everything, betraying her with tears of anxiety, sadness and despair. Just the sight of her made my little friend dance with excitement. 

Easy now. Braaten teased.

You love it too. 

He huffed and headed back into my mind just as I reached the bar. The bartender was a beautiful, fair and unmated she-wolf with stunning, strawberry-blond hair and green eyes. I may have to take her later on.

I give her my sexiest smirk and say, "Double rye, no ice." I could smell her arousal instantly. She quickly poured me the shots and slid it towards me, leaning forward while simultaneously pressing her tits together. 

"Anything else, sir?" She purrs. 

I shake my head, "Not yet." She frowns and turns to the next man to take his order. These easy females don't excite me. I like a challenge. I want to feel the woman fight against me. Maybe that's why Skylar turns me on so much. 

"Alpha, how are you?" A familiar voice asks behind me. 

I groan, "Alexander, what do I owe the pleasure?" My uncle only bothers me when he needs something. The man is a whore, sporting a different she-wolf each night and has done so ever since his mate killed herself thirteen years ago. 

"Can't a man see how his only nephew is doing? I see you found your mate, lovely creature she is. I can just imagine how her tight pussy feels around the old cock." He snickers. Fuck, I hate this man. 

"After I am done with her, I will be sure to send her your way." 

"Oh there is no need, I have no issues finding my own fucks. Actually, there is something I need to say." Naturally. "Do you know the bitch's old Alpha? Well, he has been contacting packs all around in search of her. People are beginning to worry, you may want to send word of her safety so they leave you alone. Unless you plan to go to war for this she-wolf. " He grins at the last part. This man almost loves a good fight as much as I do. Almost. 

"Why bother? If he wants a fight, I will gladly do so. I could always start expanding south." I state. 

"Fair enough, I look forward to it." He smirks as he tips his head and heads towards a drunk, black haired slut in the crowd. I shake my head. The man will never change. 

I quickly finish my drink when I feel my mate's panic again in the bond. I see her quickly walking through the crowd towards the pack house. I frown. I was seriously hoping she would run again so she could meet my wolf. He is desperate to have his way with her. 

I still can't believe that Braaten has her wolf, Ailith, convinced that he is a good wolf and that I am the only monster here. Everyone knows that our wolves are only an animalistic version of ourselves. Hell, his name Braaten. It literally translates to the word deceit. Just shows how stupid our mate really is.