Fated

  to leave. He had no choice now. He was going to have to make her cower and try not to enjoy every fucking minute of it, he realized as anticipation coursed through his veins.

  “Hey, where are you going?” one of the woman he’d been dancing with suddenly demanded.

  He couldn’t remember her name. It wasn’t important after all. She would have just been a lay and probably a lousy one at that. Only his kind could handle his demands in bed and give as good as they got. Humans were a poor substitution, he had to admit, but it was either that or risk being stuck with a bitch, who would try to use his cock to control him. Being mated was definitely not for him.

  “I’ll be back,” he said firmly as he made his way towards his prey. He felt the human follow him so he turned around and gestured towards the table where her friends were trying to pretend like they weren’t watching them and doing a horrible job of it. His chosen partner for the night noticeably swallowed, but she moved her pert little ass and left like a good little human and ultimately disappointed him, because he hated timid women. Shaking his head in disgust, he returned his attention to Kara, the bane of his existence.

  She’d only been on the dance floor for a few minutes, but she already had several humans and a demon trying to get her attention. Laughing, Kara danced with the human she’d brought with her. She also danced with the men vying for her attention, obviously not caring that she was leading them all on. He already knew that she wasn’t planning on going home with any of them.

  For her, they were just a distraction, something to pass the time with. In all the years that she’d been coming here, she’d never taken any of the men that she’d teased and flirted with home with her. He knew, because he’d always made sure that she got home safely...and alone. Not that he really cared if she fucked every male in town, because he didn’t. He simply needed to make sure that she didn’t do anything that would cause trouble for his club, his Pack, or most importantly, him. It only confirmed his suspicion that she only came here to piss him off and she did a great job of that.

  Indicating that his dick was less than an inch long, puhlease. If he didn’t hate her so damn much or fear being trapped with the bitch for eternity he’d show her. It wouldn’t be a hardship taking her to bed. Far from it. She was absolutely fucking gorgeous with streaks of gold and blond hair running through her long bronze hair. The part that killed him was knowing that everything about her was real. There were no dye jobs, boob jobs or a single fucking thing fake about her.

  He even liked her height. She was short when he normally went for tall women. For some reason with her he liked the fact that she was barely five-foot-four. It made him think of all the ways that his large body could wrap around hers. He usually liked smaller breasts, because they could fit in his mouth and well, they didn’t freak him out. Large breasts like hers made him think of breastfeeding, which made him think of babies and at ninety-seven he wasn’t interested in having cubs of his own yet, but he wouldn’t mind running his tongue over her beautiful breats when she finally submitted to him.

  She wasn’t fat, but she wasn’t stick thin either like most of the women that he’d slept with were. She was the opposite of everything that he liked and for whatever reason he found himself intrigued by her. If she wasn’t such a miserable pain in the ass and unmated he might consider pushing her up against the bar one night, ripping off her panties with his fangs and fucking her out of his system, but then again he might just kill her and be done with the whole thing.

  “Shit,” he growled as he watched Ryan, his Beta, walk up behind Kara. It made him pause there for a moment, trying to decide what he should do. Ryan didn’t have to worry about getting trapped with the pain in the ass, because he was already unhappily mated.

  Perhaps he didn’t have to do anything after all, Drew decided as he thought it over. Ryan was his Beta and also the manager of his club. He could handle tossing her out on her ass without worry and at the same time send a message to their enemies that they didn’t take shit from anyone. It looked like he wasn’t needed here after all, he mused with a shrug, starting to turn around just as Ryan grabbed Kara by the arm and attempted to quietly lead her off the dance floor without causing a scene.

  What both men hadn’t expected was for Kara to grab Ryan’s hand and with a very simple twist, dropped him to his knees. Most people around them were too happily buzzed to really care. The humans dancing around her that had noticed were cheering Kara on, thinking that she was handling some jerk that wouldn’t take no for an answer. Drew felt his stomach lurch as Kara’s beautiful emerald eyes flashed silver in warning.

  Oh, shit…

  Ryan’s eyes widened in surprise before he shifted his gaze away and tilted his head to the side, offering his throat in submission. Kara was a goddamn Alpha female. How in the hell had he missed this? He’d known her for years and never once had he suspected that she was anything more than a pain in the ass shifter that he wanted to fucking throttle. She’d hid her status well.

  Gods fucking dammit!

  She smiled sweetly down at Ryan before patronizingly patting him on the head. He could tell that Ryan was doing everything that he could to stop himself from lunging at Kara for humiliating him like this. Furious, Drew moved in with a snarl to defend his Beta when one of the foolish human males that she’d been dancing with tripped over his own two feet and fell into her, knocking her down.

  On pure instinct, and not because he cared, because he really didn’t, he reached out and caught her before she hit the ground. Just as he was setting her back down on her feet he felt it.

  A searing pain tearing through his wrist.

  “No!” he roared as he shoved her away, not caring that he’d sent her stumbling into another human.

  He yanked back his shirtsleeve and stared numbly at the new black tattoo on his wrist, a trinity mark. This mark was original. Every mating mark was unique to each pair and this one meant…

  This one meant…

  Shit.

  He nearly vomited.

  Angry emerald eyes met his when he finally managed to tear his eyes away from the mark that had just destroyed everything. They both glared at each other for a long moment, ignoring the throngs of gyrating dancers around them as they both came to terms with what this meant for both of them.

  Their eyes narrowed dangerously.

  “You asshole!” Kara finally snapped the same time Drew said, “You fucking neutered me!”

  With that announcement, all the anger in Kara’s expression was suddenly gone and was replaced by a sly little grin that had his hands clenching into fists as he fought against the urge to strangle her.

  She leaned in almost conspiratorially, leaving him with no other choice but to cautiously do the same.

  “Kind of sucks being you right about now, doesn’t it?” she asked with a wink before she spun around on her heels and walked away from him. She paused ten feet away from him, spun right back around and pointed a finger to the right only to suddenly let that finger go completely limp, making his jaw clench as she mouthed the word, “Limpy.”

  Chapter 2

  Kara made her way past the long line of women waiting for the bathroom, ignoring the sneers and demands that she get her fat ass into the back of the line. This wasn’t the time to play games. She pushed her way inside the bathroom, grabbed the pair of women gossiping by their arms and shoved them out of the room only to do the same to the woman applying way too much makeup and perfume. The two women who came out of the stalls were thankfully shifters and sensed her mood and more importantly, her status, and made a run for it.

  Once she was alone she locked the door behind her.

  “Hey, we need to use the bathroom!” someone, probably a human, yelled.

  “Use the men’s room!” she growled back.

  “Bitch!”

  With trembling hands, she turned the faucet on and placed her wrist beneath the cold water. Slowly, she exhaled as the cool water soothed the burn of her new mark.


  This was not happening. This really could not be happening to her. No way that…that…that manwhore was meant for her! That was just disgusting! Him, the father of her children? Ah, hell no.

  It was not happening. She had choices. She truly did. One thing was for sure, she was not going to accept him as her mate. Let the bastard go around for eternity limp. She'd be doing society a favor.

  “You and I need to talk,” a low deep voice announced, startling her and making her jump back from the sink. How in the hell had he gotten in here without her hearing him? She was a freaking Alpha for Christ’s sake. She should have sensed him the minute that he stood outside the bathroom door.

  She watched him as he leaned back against the bathroom door with his arms casually crossed over his chest.

  “We have nothing to talk about,” she said with a casualness that she wasn’t feeling at the moment as she finished drying her hands and headed for the door.

  He held up a hand, stopping her.

  “I would say that we have a hell of a lot to talk about. Don’t you?” he asked, looking kind of pissed.

  “No.”

  “Well,” he drawled as he pointedly looked down at his mark, “this little mark says differently.”

  “I don’t care what it says. I’m leaving.”

  “No, I don’t think you are,” he said casually. “You just fucked me over, sweetheart.”

  “I will never fuck you in any sense of the word, Drew, so back off,” she said through clenched teeth.

  “Really?” he asked, sounding amused, which really just pissed her off more.

  “Really.”

  “Then I guess you don’t want pups of your own someday,” the manipulative bastard said casually like he wasn’t striking her where it would hurt the most.

  She shrugged like it didn’t matter to her. “I can always adopt when I’m ready.”

  Some of his cool façade began to slip away at that announcement. “Oh, and what about sex?”

  This time it was her turn to smile. “Actually, Drew, I believe this,” she held up her wrist, “just opened up a brand new world for me. I no longer have to settle for human males. I can go for unmated shifters all thanks to you and have a hell of a time doing it.”

  He glared at her. “You wouldn’t.”

  She laughed. “Of course I would.” Her expression turned concerned as she gave him a look of pity. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you won’t miss sex. Just think,” her tone and expression became bright and cheerful, “with all the new free time you’ll have because you can’t have sex ever again! Oh my God, you can get a hobby! Maybe bingo? You lucky bastard you!”

  Drew looked like he wanted to kill her, which was probably true. Everyone knew the man adored sex. So, this mating between them was probably the cruelest thing that fate ever conspired.

  Oh well, she thought with an inward shrug.

  “Now, if you’ll excuse me, one of us has to get laid tonight.” With that she left the bathroom. Not twenty seconds later she heard glass shatter followed by a terrifying roar. She shouldn’t smile. Really, she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help herself.

  *-*-*-*

  Five hours later she was dragging her exhausted ass into her small apartment. She was so tired. Why had she stayed there for so long? Oh, that’s right, to mess with Drew’s head.

  She really couldn’t remember ever laughing so hard in her life as she watched woman after woman offer to share Drew’s bed for the night. He glared at her each and every time when a woman made it obvious how much they wanted to spend the night in his bed and each and every time he had to send them away. It was either that or let them find out that his equipment no longer functioned properly.

  At least not for anyone but her.

  Perhaps she shouldn’t have been so blatant about dancing with as many men as she had. She may have stepped over a line or two when she was grinding away with two males from Drew’s Pack right in