Arrogant Alpha, My Mate(AAMM)

Chapter 16

I had changed before going through security and now changed back into my clothes from the morning.

It was pretty obvious that I wasn't going to mix with the others.

Revealing clothes aren't big in Europe.

I locked my door then hurried back down.

When I got there, two of the guys looked at me hungrily.

Weirdos.

"Um, am I just supposed to lug this around?" I asked, holding up the key.

It was attached to what looked like a door knob on a stick.

The alpha chuckled and took the key from me.

He gave it to the man then turned to me.

"Just say room 21 when you are back and they give you key," he explained.

"Awesome," I grinned.

The group walked me to a restaurant that I could smell was filled almost completely with wolves.

The two girls nearly chattered my ear off, but it was pleasant.

It took my mind off of things as I tried to keep up with what they were saying then bursting into a fit of giggles when I couldn't.

When we got to the restaurant, we were seated instantly.

"Welcome to Paris, I'm Jack, I am," he began.

"Alpha," I finished," and this is beta, third in command, and your little brother who is the pack fighter. Blonde is your mate jack and ginger here I the beta's mate,"

The eyes me warily.

"Do we know you?" The beta asked.

"Nooooo," I mused.

"Then how did you know us?" The third in command asked.

"Big guy here oozes alpha, same with beta boy, you I can just use common sense, and the resemblance to the alpha and size of fighter. The two girls reek of their respective mate," I explained, shrugging.

"Can we keep the funny American?" Blonde begged.

"Well, I didn't plan on leaving anyway," I interrupted.

Jack scoffed.

"I can order you off land that's mine," he reminded me.

"Not really," I muttered.

"I am alpha, I can order you to do anything," he smirked proudly.

Aww poor guy, so naive.

"Nope," I shook my head.

"Kiss Matthew," he ordered thoughtfully, although he did use full alpha tone.

I looked at Matthew who looked up in surprise.

"Ew nom what if he had cooties?!" I exclaimed in a loud whisper.

"I do not have the cooties," Matthew exclaimed.

"That's what they all day," blondie chuckled, putting a hand on his shoulder.

When her voice wasn't melded with ginger's, I could hear that she was American.

"Wait, hold up you're American," I pointed at her.

"Yup," she nodded.

"Oh praise The Lord, fluent English!" I exclaimed.

I threw my arms around her neck, and she rolled her eyes.

"She's mine Jack," I laughed.

He growled playfully.