Alpha's Rejection.

What in the name of the Almighty was that dreadful smell? Mera, whose eyelids were still too heavy to rise, opened one eye cautiously and saw that the smell wasn't offensive. On the other hand, it had no right to be in her bedroom in the first place. Her memory, which was impaired as a result of her lack of sleep, was able to recall three separate pieces of information.

The fact that the smell was really a person's signature scent was the first thing that jumped out at me about it. It had a really appetising scent that had undertones of fresh pine, rain from the spring, and cedar wood. Two, the enticing scent belonged to a guy who had masculine characteristics. And lastly, that guy was also a wolf shifter, just as she was. They were both the same. Despite the fact that these unknown guys had an alluring scent, Mera wolfe did not invite them inside the pack house to meet the others in the pack. She was able to push a drooping eye open and get a gscott behind her, where she was able to confirm her suspicion that the unidentified male had vanished quite some time ago.

She was relieved to have this information. She wrenched her head around, which felt unusually heavy, and peered at the alarm clock that was sitting on the table next to her bed. Or, if nothing else, that is what she would have done in the first place if it hadn't pulled a disappearing act in the first place. In addition to the table that was located next to her bed, She had been soundly sleeping on the cosy bedding of another person when she got the sudden revelation that the sheets did not belong to her. She jolted herself awake and sat straight up in bed. and vowed a curse on you. Because she wasn't in her room at the time, the answer is no.

It's a well-known fact that she wasn't even at her own home at the time in question. Not just as a reaction to the luxury that was all about her, but also as a reaction to the realisation that she was within what seemed to be a large cave. Her eyes widened as she warily studied her surroundings, and it was not only as a reaction to the luxury that was all around her. What's that? However, it was not a cave that existed during the Stone Age. Never in a million years. The walls were constructed of a light cream sandstone and were perfectly smooth, with the exception of the occasional nook that had been transformed into a tiny shelf. The walls were also completely smooth. The carpet on the floors had a plush beige colour, giving the impression that they were quite pleasant to walk on.

The headboard of the platform bed had a dark wood tone, which went nicely with both the triple wardrobe and the big set of drawers that were also made of dark wood. Both of the pieces of furniture featured a style that was mostly associated with men. Because of the smooth arch that had been cut into the wall of the cave where the bed was situated, the bedroom seemed to be rather pleasant, despite the fact that it was fairly spacious. But not to the point that she was able to unwind and take pleasure in this peculiar little circumstance. She did not experience any feelings of worry or anxiety, in spite of the fact that her inner wolf was keeping watch. Mera gave a sneer before speaking. Her foolish wolf didn't even have the good sense to be worried about the fact that she was in a strange location-a cave, of all things-and that she had no knowledge of how she got there.

She had no idea how she got there. Her stupid wolf it turned out that her latent status was perhaps a blessing in disguise. So let me get this straight: she went out with jenika, but she came back with someone else, right? It seemed like there was something missing from the situation. She couldn't recall even making plans for a night out, much less really going out on the town. For one thing, She couldn't even remember coming to the party. She never had the opportunity to become really drunk since the nature of her profession as a pack healer required her to be on call at all times. As a result, she never found the time to consume a lot of alcohol. In addition, she was dressed in garments that were much too informal for her to ever think of donning in public, and neither she nor the bed smelled like there had been sexual activity there. What was she doing just before she blacked out? What was the last thing she did before she passed out? She was able to recall that she had visited the internet café in the middle of the day, despite the haze that had begun to settle over her thinking processes. She was certain that she could not recollect how she arrived at that location, despite her best efforts. It was essential to keep in mind that she suffered from NRS Syndrome (also known as Never Remembers Stuff Syndrome), but this was in no way related to that condition. It was almost as if there was a gap in her recollection of the event.

Mera took a long, deep breath in, pulling in the air all around her and allowing her body to assimilate the plethora of smells that were present in the air. There were only two other people that she could smell except herself and the delicious-smelling wolf. Those two people were also there. It turned out that one of them was the wolf. A second man and a second female, both of whom were also wolf shifters but had no previous experience, Both of these individuals were likewise inexperienced. She was at least able to rest easy knowing that jaxson, that jerk of an alpha, was not in charge of her and didn't give a damn that she didn't want to be his claimant. She was able to have peace of mind knowing that she was not under the authority of jaxson.

In point of fact, her father didn't give a hoot about it either; he was too busy trying to form an alliance with the other pack, and if it meant exploiting his daughter to acquire it, he would gladly do it. Her mother, on the other hand, did give a hoot about it. In his game, she was nothing more than a piece.

She wished she could respond that it was only because he was so anxious to start a business relationship, but she was unable to do so. However, that wasn't the case since her father already had a significant number of ties with the packs in the area. The fact that she was latent was a blow to his dignity, and the fact that she was a member of his family made her an oddity. As a direct consequence of this, he lacked the capacity to give his whole attention to his single offspring. He had a deep-seated hatred for her since he had known, from the minute she was created, that she would be the cause of his downfall. She caused the other people in the group to have second thoughts about the 'greatness' that he possessed. Or at least that's what he thought at the time. He wouldn't bother putting her portrait on a milk box because he wouldn't want to waste his time doing it if it turned out that she never came back from wherever the devil she went.

As soon as she noticed a set of beige curtains in the room, she threw the bedcover to the side and got out of bed to investigate the new surroundings. She was overcome with a momentary wave of dizziness, which caused her to stutter just a little bit. Jesus Christ, the

Exactly what was wrong with her was unknown. She stumbled over to the drapes and pulled them apart in a manner that was ungainly and clumsy on her part. Regrettably, the bay window that she revealed could not be opened. At that point, the morning felt more like the late afternoon than it did the early afternoon did. Does it suggest that she only remained for a handful of hours and didn't spend the night at this location? Or did it indicate that she had just woKen up from a wonderfully peaceful nap?

As she peered at the surroundings, her brows came perilously close to reaching her hairline. The majority of packs had a large, opulent lodge with a number of smaller cottages surrounding it. Some of them even built cabins directly on the cliffs themselves. However, rather than being on a cliff, this site was the cliff itself. It reminded me more of those ancient cave dwellings than of the town of Bedrock, with its arched and illuminated balconies and its smooth stairs leading to the different stories

What. What the heck is going on?

There was grass at that lower level. It is the grass. Extra blades of grass A very significant quantity of forestland. She seemed to be within a large cave system that was situated right in the middle of no man's land. From what she could tell, she was in the middle of no man's land. She was aware that caves could be dug and converted into residences or even hotels, but she never believed that the inside of caves could be built to give the idea of being so hospitable and up to day. At one point, she had the idea that she was still in California due to a number of factors, but she also had the sensation that the cost of the taxi ride back to her house would be rather high. It is fortunate that the person who kidnapped her had a lot of money. In particular, taking into consideration the fact that there did not seem to be any sign of her purse wherever it might be located, If there was a joke involved, she did not get it at all, even if it was intended to be funny.

She calmed herself by straightening out her hair, which was the bane of her existence since it couldn't seem to decide what shade of blonde it wanted to be, and then she made her way towards the exit on wobbly legs. Her hair was the source of her life's sorrow. It's possible that she would have been more cautious if she hadn't been so annoyed, drowsy, and confused at the time. Aside from that, she reasoned that if these wolves had any intention of hurting her, they would have already done so, and if they had wanted to do so, they most surely would not have permitted her to sleep on such a nice bed in such an extravagant suite.

She gave the door handle a tug, but to her utter surprise and frustration, the door had already been locked. You didn't lock it, did you? She delivered a resounding knock on the door while yelling out "Hey!" in a loud voice. There was no sound whatsoever. "Helloooooooooo!" Good morning! There has been no alteration.

So, to conclude, she was trapped inside a new facility that was occupied with foreign shifters, and she was in an unusual environment overall. Her wolf was really angry as a consequence of this. If a shapeshifter were to be trapped in a tiny place, they would experience increased levels of irritation and agitation. "What's the deal? This is what the person holding you captive wants to communicate to you! "For the love of god, open the door!"

A laugh followed the turning of a key, and then the door slowly opened. After that, the door was opened again in a methodical way. When Mera found herself face to face, or more appropriately, face to chest, with the mountain, she was met with what could only be described as a living, breathing mountain. There is a second wolf here. She arched an eyebrow in response to his smug and malicious grin, wondering what on earth could be so funny about it. "You're not asleep. Good."

"And exactly which dwarf do you think you are?" She was a sarcastic bitch, and when she got ticked off, the sarcasm took on a life of its own. No, it was not a good moment to make jokes; nonetheless, she was a sarcastic bitch.

His grin became wider. "The Alpha wishes to have a conversation with you." "And the Alpha of what...?"

He gave a knowing wink. "Be my follower."

Mera rolled her eyes at his arrogant strut as they continued further into the mountain, and then she followed him down a tunnel that led deeper into the mountain. She was able to piece together that it was really a network of tunnels, much like a massive ant colony, when she saw that there were occasional forks in the path. The light cream walls, much like those in the bedroom, had such a flawless surface that they gave off the impression of being soft. Her wolf was going crazy because of the strange smells that she couldn't identify, and it wanted Mera to explore the area. Would you mind informing me of where I am?

The man grumbled, "Everything will become clear in a short while."

When she said, "How about how I got here?" Her voice was agitated and she sounded annoyed. "The Alpha will walk you through everything," according to them.

Although she tried her best to stifle the growl that came out of her mouth, it seemed to get a laugh out of him.

As soon as they arrived, Mountain Man pulled open a large black door for her to step through so that they could continue on their trip. Soon after, they reached their destination. They were now inside a large kitchen with an open floor layout, which had oak cabinetry, platinum appliances, and a countertop made of black marble. The kitchen was astonishingly modern and sophisticated at the same time. In the centre of the large room was a dining table that was constructed of wood and was rather lengthy. It was possible to make out a handful of the male wolf shifters wandering around the area's borders. As soon as she entered the room, every head turned in her way, and the crowd dispersed, which made it possible for her to observe who was sitting at the table. Her lower jaw was perilously close to making contact with the ground.

You may go motherfuck yourself, pig. Ken Callahan is the person in question.

She was conscious of the fact that she had not come deliberately to this place at this time, and she was cognizant of this truth. No matter how drunk she got, she would not have been able to overlook the fact that the person she was with was a psychopath. Even if she had been out drinking all night and become absolutely wasted, she still would not have been able to do so. He was highly antagonistic, had a horrible reputation, and was feared, respected, and worshipped all at the same time. He was quite similar to the black mamba snake in this regard. That had a lot to do with the myth that he had challenged and almost murdered a senior Alpha male when he was only fourteen years old, and that was a delicate age for a challenge of that kind. An experienced Alpha male who was also his father and who was also his grandpa This man was his grandfather.

If what Mera seemed to have overheard was accurate, then Ken had been kicked out of the group rather than elevated to the position of Alpha male. The behaviour of the individuals involved had caused a schism in the organisation, particularly among the members who disapproved of the decision to accompany him. They had banded together to form their own pack, and Ken had assumed the role of alpha male. They had won their own territory by engaging in war with other packs. It was possible that the reason that this particular Alpha had not yet been defeated was attributable to the fact that his wolf had a penchant to become hostile during battles. And at this moment, she was positioned close to him. She couldn't help but have the sensation that the whole universe was laughing at her expense behind her back, and she couldn't help but feel humiliated.

Because she was being held captive by someone who was not in the least bit mentally stable, or, to put it another way, because she was being held captive by this person, her wolf should have been at least a little bit on edge. She was in the company of someone who was not the least bit mentally stable. There was no reason for her anger against Mera and it was completely unwarranted. Absolutely not, under any circumstances! Because his scent was so close to the one that was coming from the bedroom, her wolf knew him as having come from there, and this made it want to make seductive contact with him. The poor fellow

Okay, Mera wasn't going to deny that the murderer was a psychopath, but she was ready to acknowledge that the murderer was extraordinarily gorgeous. It looked as if his terrible frown and the sharpness in his icy blue eyes were simply serving to add to the severity of the situation. It was easy to see his washboard abs, strong shoulders, and sculpted upper body through his washboard t-shirt. To put it plainly, he was in excellent physical condition. Even though Mera was not typically a fan of the Highland style, she found that she could not help but appreciate the body of the person in question. In addition, both her body and her wolf blindly responded to the power that was virtually buzzing about him; he wore authority like a second skin. He was the dominant figure in the room. He commanded the attention of everyone in the room. Surprisingly, rather than making her feel insulted, his direct and deep look was boosting her blood temperature. He seemed to be trying to intimidate her. His eyes had taKen on the look of being glassy and voracious, which delighted and terrified her in equal measure. Because of that, the wolf that slept inside of her yowled with joy. The innate need that had taKen hold of her was so potent that it was on the verge of causing her discomfort.

What a remarkable twist things have taKen! It's conceivable that she was affected by Stockholm syndrome or anything like. It's also plausible that she had something similar.

If his reputation as a rake was grounded in truth, her uneasy attraction to him would in no way induce her to react to him in the manner that her body and her wolf wanted her to, as many other females frequently did. Instead, she would respond to him in the way that her body and her wolf wanted her to respond to other men. In any case, she would not respond to him in the manner that both her physical self and her wolf wished for her to respond. Her father was the sort of person who was also the kind of person who would be characterised as dark, harsh, brooding, and intimidating, and he was a pain in the padded ass. Mera didn't say anything about the admiration she felt for him as a man by doing anything other than returning his full-on alpha stare with one of her own. This kept the secret that she had for him. Oh, her wolf may have been sleeping, but even in that state, she was still the leader wolf of the pack.

Ken's focus shifted to the lady who was directly in front of him at that moment. It had been explained to him that she was in a state of hibernation. When you take into consideration the fact that she was a tiny little thing and that she was with him rather than with her group, you most definitely have yourself a nervous deer. She was not with her group because she was in his company. However, there was no indication of fear on her face, nor was it flowing from her like a cloud of vapour, as he would have thought it to be. She seemed calm and collected. On the contrary, she was simmering with anger at the circumstance. It would seem that he had become used to the smell of fear, to the point that he was now rather startled by it.

As a primordial desire raced through him, hurting his ability for self-control, he also learned that he was becoming extremely difficult to cope with. She was wonderful, but not in a manner that was obvious and in your face; rather, she was beautiful in a way that was natural and subtle. She was lovely. Even though she was slender, she had delectable curves that brought all sorts of notions into his head about what it would be like to have her. He was thinking about what it would be like to have her. However, it was her lips that most caught his attention; they were smooth and seductive, and it drove him to fantasise about filthy things because of how they made him feel. A set of lips that had hardened into a line, showing how enraged she was about the predicament in which she found herself. The atmosphere does not now have any traces of fear since it has not had enough time to spread. It's likely that she just did not identify him for whatever reason. "Are you familiar with my identity?"

Mera showed her irritation by rolling her eyes. "Why don't we just go ahead and skip to the part where you tell me how the hell I got here and why exactly I'm here at all, Callahan?"

After she had finished speaking, everyone in the room became tight, and an awkward silence spread over the space. It was clear that everyone was clenching their teeth and holding their breath in preparation for the individual to lose their cool. Yeah? She had reached the point where she could no longer tolerate males attempting to control and frighten her. She had had enough of males who seemed to think that since she was latent, she had to be obedient and modest as a consequence of her position. She had had enough of guys who seemed to assume that because she was latent, she ought to be able to. She had reached the point where she could no longer put up with her father's efforts to force her into mating with a questionable alpha for the sake of her father's hidden agenda. He had had enough of that sleazy alpha who was so anxious to mate with her that he had encircled her and bitten her without her permission, presuming that he had marked her as his territory. He had had enough of that sleazy alpha who was so keen to mate with her that he did it. And there was no doubt that the mentally unstable adolescent who was standing here was the one who had kidnapped her. Excuse her if she had already reached her limit before you asked her to calm down!

Ken couldn't help but give himself a sly grin whenever he thought about how sassy she was becoming. He couldn't get enough of people telling him that he had a terrifying presence, and he couldn't get enough of hearing it. Even before he became famous, people had gotten bored of him during his whole life, which had kind of infuriated him. People had grown tired of him over his entire existence. He believed that it was not fair. His grandmother pointed the finger of blame at the intense sentiments that surrounded him as well as at his nearly permanent scowl and said that he was too responsible for both of these things.

On the other hand, this one specific female did not make any attempt to get away from him or to avoid the intensity of his attention. In addition to this, he was conscious of how congested it was. He was conscious of the fact that his eyes were completely fixed on her, analysing every contour and line of her svelte, alluring figure. He believed that this alone ought to have been sufficient to compel her to wiggle, pout, or turn her head away from him. While he was staring at her, she didn't even blink an eye or make the tiniest movement. Instead, she boldly met his intense look, at which time he had the epiphany that it was quite possible that he had come across someone who was capable of outstaring him. She did this by meeting his gaze with courage. It was obvious that the individual in question was a lady who was used to receiving favours or gifts from other people at no charge, which was most likely the result of her latent status. Her fiery demeanour won over his wolf, who had little concern for tremblers but enjoyed her company of her. He was ready to put his money on the fact that she had a violent temper.

Ken always did it the same way when he met a new person for the first time; he inhaled deeply to evaluate the individual's smell, just as he did when he met a new person for the first time. Fuck. The peculiar combination of coconut, lime, and pineapple appeared to have entered his system and immediately travelled to his erected cock, inducing a twitch. The fact that his cock twitched was proof of this. His wolf growled, signalling that he was aroused and wanted to learn more about this female, who had a scent that made his mouth water. He was also eager to learn more about this girl since her scent made his wolf growl. He extended an invitation to the person sitting on the other side of him and said, "Why don't you sit here?" while pointing to the seat on the other side of him. If she decided to take him up on his offer, it would be to both of their advantage if he was able to capitalise on the evident interest that he has in her.

If Mera had refused his offer, it would have given the impression that she lacked the confidence to deal with the issue, since doing so would suggest that she felt intimidated. This would have given the impression that she lacked the confidence to deal with the problem. She could not afford to exhibit even the slightest trace of vulnerability. After she had taKen a seat, she questioned, "So you were going to explain what this is all about?" after she had been given the opportunity to do so. If she hadn't been in such an urgent need of answers, it's likely that she would have gone out of her way to avoid talking to him completely. The rough and gravelly tone was like music to her ears, and as a consequence, she was on the edge of shaking as a result of how it made her feel.

"My Beta and my Head Enforcer were the ones who brought you here a few hours ago." "What? Why? They were even successful in persuading me to accompany them, but when I asked how they did it, I was told, "They dosed you with drugs."

Mera's mouth was left hanging open. She did not like his carefree demeanour or his lack of repentance in any way. "They went and did what?"

"Right now, at this café. Following your departure, Tye and fallon came and brought you to me here at my location. They took advantage of the fact that you were feeling drowsy while you were travelling home by asking you questions.