Spurned And Fated To The Alpha

"Can I get another cup of Margarita, please?!"

Scarlett hollered above the loud music. She made sure to drawl the 'please,' and she fluttered her lashes for added effect to the bartender, who looked like he wasn't interested in giving her any more orders due to her state.

She was not drunk per se because she could still tell what was going on around her. But, if she had another drink, she'd be drunk, and who knows, she'd spend the night passed out on the dance floor, maybe.

That was the last thing she wanted because she had a reputation to keep. Her father would definitely stop her from going to any more parties if her face appeared on the weekly news as usual.

He had warned her against getting drunk while at a party, and Scarlett, being the headstrong woman she was, never heeded any of his words.

Worse, she did the opposite, and most times, it was to rile him.

Her father was influential, an Alpha of the Crescent Moon tribe. The Crescent Moon tribe was a werewolf tribe in Division One- Wandering Height had a lot of Divisions- Which consisted of different supernatural beings.

Her father was a respected man in the whole of Wandering Height because he wasn't just an Alpha; he was of a higher status in the social world. So, you could say they were part of the upper class.

People believed children of the upper class were spoilt and selfish, but Scarlett thought otherwise. As far as she was concerned, her father had instilled an extreme discipline in her that made her far from what people often associated with upper-class kids.

"Here's your order."

"Thank you!" Scarlett flashed him a toothed smile, grabbed the margarita, took a big sip, and then walked off to the dance floor, where several sweaty bodies were rocking into each other.

She groaned as someone held on to her waist. She had wanted to dance alone; in fact, she often wanted to dance alone, but the men never always allowed her.

The perverted men would stop at nothing to have their stupid hands on her body.

She had caught their eyes on her when she first stepped into the hall, but she had shrugged them off. She wasn't oblivious to how she looked. She had been called beautiful several times, and a lot of people had used some other enticing adjective to describe her look. And she had been told by her father that she was specially made by the moon goddess, Selene- the guardian of the wolves.

Her wolf colour was a white colour, and her father had called her a rare beauty.

But Scarlett had laughed it off each time her father said that until she started seeing men gravitating towards her.

The wrong men, actually, and they wanted only her body, which she wasn't ready to offer to them.

Also, it was the reason she was without a mate.

She had chased most of them away.

"Hey, watch your fucking back!"

Scarlett swirled as someone shoved her roughly. She turned to glare at the person who had nudged her, and a gasp slipped out of her mouth.

The most beautiful pair of electric blue eyes she had ever seen collided with hers. His hair, a light golden colour, was in a tight ponytail.

He was athletic and towered above her despite the six-inch heels she donned. She had to raise her head to stare into his mesmerizing eyes.

A scowl adorned his chiselled face, and that didn't make him less attractive.

Scarlett couldn't remember the last time she had been attracted to a man at first sight.

Still, the person standing before her wasn't just an ordinary man. By his pheromones, she could tell he was a werewolf.

Werewolves could tell by their sense of smell if a person was part of them or not.

She had been told by her parents that the scent of an ordinary werewolf was different from the scent of a mate.

The pheromones that were often produced were stronger, and the attractive force between them would be enough to tell if they were mates or not.

In this case, she could feel everything.

'He's an Alpha!" Moony exclaimed, then giggled excitedly. 'He's your mate too!'

The man standing in front of her was an Alpha, as Moony had said. His scent was quite different from the other werewolves in the room.

Aside from the manly cologne he donned, he smelt of authority, arrogance, and obnoxiousness.

The way he was glaring at her told her he was about to snap at her for mistakenly slamming into him.

Still, she believed if he had been watching, he would have avoided her.

"When you are done watching me, you could at least say sorry for spilling your drink on me." He grunted.

Scarlett's head reeled. His look was perfect, and his voice was something else.

It did something she couldn't explain to her body. And she could feel herself ogling him in awe.

'Oh, poor girl! She had taken an instant liking to him.' Moony murmured. 'Don't worry, I like him too, and I can't wait for you to make little pups!'

Scarlett snapped out of her daze at the constant chit-chat from Moony. Moony wasn't that chatty, and she was barely interested in anyone.

In fact, she had been the one that rejected most of the men that had come for her. She had rejected them in turn because if she did accept them, the relationship could turn disastrous.

So, each werewolf had to be in agreement with their inner wolf while looking for a potential mate.

Moony had deemed each man not good enough. But now, in the presence of this stranger, she was acting giddy like a teenager who just saw his first crush.

"Will you quit spacing out?! I am losing my patience here." He snapped.

'Can't be so sure he's my mate. He is so rude.' Scarlett said through a mind link.

Despite the attraction, she couldn't ignore the rudeness in his words. He was making her look as if she had done it on purpose.

'Well, I would be if you poured that drink on my expensive dress.' Moony exclaimed.

'Are you on my side or his?!'

'Well, I don't want to take a side, but you should apologize.'.

'You should be on my side all the time!' Scarlett facepalmed mentally. 'I mean, you are me, and I am you, but then you are in me. I don't know why you are taking the side of a stranger whom you barely know, and he is so rude!'

'He is for a reason. Now, apologize, else you won't get to have any mate, and you know what that means?'

Scarlett rolled her eyes. She was going to apologize, but she wouldn't accept him as her mate even though her body and mind already did.

"Well...?"

"I am sorry." Scarlett rolled her eyes at him. "Don't expect more apologies from me because that is only what I've got to say."

Kadon shook his head as he accessed the woman in front of him. She seemed to be about the same age as him and a werewolf, too. He could tell by her scent, but she was so rude.

He had expected a well-mannered young woman when he bumped into her until she spoke.

He had bumped into her on purpose, but then, there was no way he was going to tell her that.

Also, she had been the reason he was currently on the dance floor. He rarely went to the dance floor at parties. Not because he couldn't dance but because he could. It was because of the constant bump of sweaty bodies, and he didn't want that.

Kadon wasn't a neat freak. But then, he didn't want someone's sweaty scent to stick on him lest Jenna, his mate intended, thinks he had cheated on her.

The scent of the person he had followed had led him to the woman who was staring haughtily at him now, and he could tell she was talking through a mind link because of the way she clenched her fists, shook her white hair, and whispered some words he couldn't hear.

Kadon believed if he strained his ears, he would know what she was saying, but then, her whispers were inaudible.

"Do you want me to also lay down and kiss your feet? Then maybe I will announce the prince is here, and everyone should take turns coming to bow to you!"

Scarlett winced as the words left her mouth.

She wondered what had gotten into her. She was rarely rude because she often minded her business.

But the man in front of her was making her talk in a harsh way, and Moony wasn't helping.

She was busy planning the kids she was going to have with the stranger and how perfect their wedding would be with each other.

So, it made whatever she was saying not be taken seriously. Not to the stranger who had tilted his brows, staring at her now.

Kadon tossed his head backward and let out a peal of laughter despite himself. What she had said was a bit funny and made it look like he was some kind of a crazy prince.

Maybe he was because he had been described that way so many times. But he had never thought of any of the descriptions until now.

It was funny a stranger he barely knew was telling him what most people had said.

"No, I wouldn't want you to do that, and the apology would suffice. But my shirt is ruined because of your margarita."

"Well, that I am truly sorry about. I should have drunk the whole margarita before coming to the dance floor." Scarlett rambled. A blush tinged her cheeks, and she stared down at her legs, then up at him.

"I can clean it for you." She offered, then bit her tongue because she wasn't the one offering him. It was Moony doing the talking.

Or maybe she was, but then, the conversation was turning into something she didn't envisage.

"I'm Kadon," Kadon said, introducing himself. "And you are Belle?" He joked.

"Very funny," Scarlett rolled her eyes. "I'm Scarlett and not Belle or any other princess you have in mind."

Her hands went into her clutch, and she brought out a paper towel.

"You don't have to do..." Kadon trailed off, but she had already begun to dab on his shirt with the towel in her hand.

'Mate!' Luci, his wolf growled.

Kadon winced at the nearness between them, and it was causing him pain within. His head reeled, and a bead of sweat gathered on his forehead. His nose wrinkled, and he attempted not to breathe, but it was nearly impossible not to.

He desired to clutch her hands and dragged her towards his car, which was parked outside. Then, he'd kissed her senselessly before pulling off the outrageous red halter neck dress she donned, which barely reached her knees off her body, which he believed would be beautiful because of the slight curve of her backside and her delicate skin.

He wanted to access everything in her body and have her screaming out his name in no time while he marked her as his.

But he couldn't...

"Take your filthy hands off, my man, or I will help you by breaking them so the goddess helps me!"

Scarlett jerked backward and almost plummeted to the floor, but Kadon held her back, much to Jenna's dismay.

"I-I..." Scarlett stuttered as Kadon was still holding her hands.

Electricity zapped through her at the contact, and her tongue peeked out to lick her lips. She shouldn't feel this way. At least, not for the person she barely knew. But she couldn't help herself.

Right now, she believed no matter what Kadon did to her in the position they were in, she would not object.

His hands were doing some things to her body, things she could not imagine or believe existed.

"Thank you," Scarlett mumbled, flushing.

"He's such a good man." The voice that had yelled at her said sarcastically.

Scarlett's eyes flickered to the woman who had interrupted her. She was now beside Kadon, and her lips were on his.

She didn't get the chance to see her face, but she could tell by the way she dressed expensively and in the latest vogue that they were of the same social status.

Even Kadon. Although he was trying hard not to show it with the faded jeans he donned and brown leather jacket, his look and fragrance were enough to tell anyone he was not from a lower class.

Scarlett tilted her brows as she watched them kiss for a while, or rather as she watched the woman suck on Kadon's face.

She wondered who she was and wanted an explanation as to what was between them.

They didn't share any resemblance, and Scarlett was sure as hell relatives should not be having the kind of deep kiss that was happening in front of her.

Again, even though without being told by the claim the woman had staked on him, she still needed an answer because she felt something real between them before her arrival.

She felt Kadon was her mate even though she was in denial because of how he had snapped at her from the beginning. She still feels it. Yet, it was as if the woman's presence was trying to sever the connection he had with her.

Finally, they broke apart, and Scarlett let out a breath.

"That's awkward." Scarlett cleared her throat.

"Says the one trying to force herself on my man." The woman huffed.

"Excuse you?!" Scarlett glared at her. From afar, she had known the woman was a b*tch. And the good things were, she knew how to put a bitch in her place.

"Yeah, excuse you." The woman sassed back, flipping her dark-brown hair, and her hazel eyes narrowed.

"Okay, cut it out, Jenna," Kadon grimaced. He did a time-out sign and held her back as she was about to step toward Scarlett.

"No, she should cut it out." Jenna retorted. "What do you have with her? Is she one of the slut you have been secretly seeing?!"

"Stop it, Jenna. Scarlett is a friend." Kadon pointed out. However, he had nothing to explain to her. But he was surprised she was trying to create a scene while she saw they were doing nothing shady.

They were freaky in a public place, and he didn't know why she was acting so insecure.

A friend? Scarlett mused; at least it was better than being introduced as a nobody.

But, who was this Jenna to him?

She believed she wasn't a friend either. They seemed to know each other for them to share that deep kiss, and the way she wrapped her hands around him seemed like they were an item.

Jenna was a werewolf as well, Scarlett noticed as she discreetly sniffled the air. But compared to Kadon, her scent was faint, like that of an Omega.

"That better be it." Jenna snapped.

'Very snobbish and rude. Why is your mate with her?' Moony asked.

'Don't know.' Scarlett mumbled.

She glared at Jenna before sizing her up and down.

Besides, Jenna didn't look physically strong. That was how most Omegas were. Their scent was weak, likewise, their outer appearance. So, Jenna wasn't any different.

Scarlett believed she could take her down. She was never one to back down when challenged, but it barely seemed like a challenge. She reckoned it was jealousy on the other woman's part.

If she were with Kadon, too, she'd feel that way. He was the kind of man every woman would stop at nothing to have. He was the type of man who made heads turn when he entered a room and he got the look to make any woman have a naughty fantasy about him.

Kadon was the kind of man she wanted in her life. The mate she believed she needed, but she wondered if she was having a wishful thought.

"I'm sorry, Scarlett, she didn't mean that." Kadon apologized.

"I do me..."

"Well, you know each other's names already." Kadon interrupted Jenna, who glared at him. "Well, Jenna is my Fiancee. I think that is only the introduction I need to make."

Fiancee?

'No, you are his mate!' Moony said rather annoyedly. "That bitch isn't for him.'

Scarlett tuned out whatever was happening as she gazed from Jenna to Kadon. She noticed the ring Jenna was trying to flash in her line of vision, and she winced.

Were they engaged?!

How didn't she know that?

It wasn't like all engaged men had it written on their forehead, but then, she had been so attracted to him and thought he was single.

"Well, I think we'll see some other time?"

Scarlett nodded her head and watched as he dragged Jenna out of the room before she could say anything.

"Well, that didn't go as planned," Scarlett mumbled, walking back to the bar.

Her night had gone from boring to interesting to almost disastrous within less than a minute.

Nonetheless, she believed meeting Kadon was the best part of today, even though he was someone else's. Yet, there was no way she was going to forget about him easily.

'Definitely, it didn't go as planned.' Moony agreed. She let out an exasperated sigh. 'We can get him back, can't we?'

'Who knows?' Scarlett mumbled while gazing at the door in which he had walked out.

Kadon sighed while staring at Jenna, who sat beside him in the car.

He grimaced as his thought drifted back to what had happened while at the house and to the woman he had rammed into.

Scarlett.

Before tonight, he had thought Jenna was the most beautiful woman he had ever set his eyes on. However, seeing Scarlett tonight proved that he had been wrong.

She was beautiful without even trying. Also, it seemed like she was trying to draw attention away from herself because he noticed her face was without the usual make-up he was used to with most girls.

Her skin was freaking bare and yet, flawless!

Her face was a perfect oval shape, her lips were full, and he imagined it on his. Also, the image of her silver hair scattered on his pristine pillow invaded his mind as she seductively lay on my king-sized bed.

Oh, gods!

He groaned as he attempted to shut out that image. He had done a lot more imagination tonight with Scarlett than he had with most ladies he had met.

Also, he had never thought about Jenna this way, even though they had been intimate for a long time.

Further, when he was with Jenna, like now, he never thought of doing sinful things to her. But this woman made him question his feelings for Jenna.

She made him have irrational thoughts! And he was beginning to wonder if Jenna was really his mate as he had thought.

Luci, his wolf, had never acknowledged her presence, but he had acknowledged Scarlett's and had wanted to mark her instantly, too.

Perhaps it was her overwhelming pheromone.

Or was he blinded by his affection for Jenna to think she was the one for him, or was it lust? Whichever it was, he couldn't think straight anymore.

He was attracted to Scarlett, no doubt. He could have sworn it was her alluring scent that had tugged him away from Jenna to where she was in the room.

Kadon was somewhat disappointed when Jenna came to disrupt things.

He wanted to know more about Scarlett. He wanted to know if she had come from around Wandering Height since he hadn't seen anyone who looked like or close to her before.

He glanced at Jenna, who was still whining and fuming, too.

He had tried to explain to her nothing was going on between them, but all had been futile because she kept on accusing him of what he hadn't even done.

She was speaking now, but he could not hear what she was saying because he had tuned her out.

It was one of the many special abilities he had. He only used it when it came to her because he detested whining. He had sensitive ears, and constant whining from her especially made them hurt.

She poked his thigh, and he shook his head while concentrating on what she was saying. "I almost thought you were showing interest in that woman back there."

"Since when do you care about who I speak to? Kadon creased his brows while assessing her. "I mean, you were never interested since we've been together."

"Since tonight. And I could see you were even enjoying her attention." She wrinkled her nose, pouting.

He glared at her. Although she wasn't lying about him enjoying the other woman's attention, he was still pissed at her for the complaint and also the scene she had tried to create.

Jenna wasn't always like this; he meant whining nonstop about him being with the opposite sex.

However, tonight was different, and he couldn't think of what had gotten into her.

Perhaps she was on her time of the month? Maybe. Because it was almost as if she was trying to control who she saw him with.

"That's absurd; she is just a stranger I met today."

"But, you said she is your friend." Jenna pointed out.

"It doesn't matter which way I introduced her."

Even though she was a stranger, he was intrigued by her. Scarlett attracts him, and he couldn't deny the way his emotions had heightened while in her presence.

Despite him being mad at Jenna for her interruption, He wondered what would have happened if she hadn't.

In spite of his feelings, there was no way in hell he could tell her he was fascinated by Scarlett.

Jenna was a good girl, but maybe a bit judgemental sometimes. She was an Omega- the weakest werewolf's rank- yet she was his presumed mate.

Even though she could barely spar with an Alpha or beta, he was sure she would rip Scarlett into pieces.

Or maybe not until he saw them engaged in combat.

"What are you thinking about, and why are you smirking?" Jenna asked.

"Nothing," Kadon said, shrugging again. He wrapped his arms around her and placed his lips on hers.

"I know what you are trying to do." She mumbled, rolling her eyes.

"You are trying to make me forget about tonight, right?" She smiled, kissing him back.

"I don't know," Kadon mumbled, biting her lower lips to seek entrance.

Jenna gasped, clutching her shirt so she could push herself more into him.

"Kadon." She moaned as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

"Yeah, baby," He grunted, kissing her fiercely.

They drew apart after a few seconds as the need for air became necessary. Jenna panted, eyeing him, and then her eyes trailed downward.

A smile lit up her face, and she stared back at him, "Mind if I take care of that?"

He stared at the dent in my pants. He shook his head as he became aware of their surroundings.

He had never cared about it before. But tonight, he does.

He didn't want Scarlett to walk in on him making out.

Although it would seem absurd to care about what a stranger thinks, Jenna was his Fiancee, and he could do whatever he desired with her anywhere.

It wasn't like it would be the first time they would be doing it in the car.

"Wow, you are refusing my offer to take care of that?" She pointed a perfectly manicured finger towards the dent that was now declining.

"That is a first, Shane." She added.

"Not the last name, please." He scowled.

It wasn't like he loathed his last name. However, Jenna had a knack for referring to him that way whenever she was pissed if she didn't get her way. Thereby wanting to annoy him in return.

Also, she was aware of the bad relationship he had with his father, making it annoying to hear anyone call him by the name that was his Dad's.

"Whatever you say, Shane." She said, shrugging.

His hand lifted to his temple to knead it. He had forgotten how impossible it was to squabble with Jenna.

No matter what, whether right or wrong, she always had her way.

"Whatever," Kadon said, turning the ignition. He glanced at her and noticed she was scowling, but he didn't ask the reason because he knew it would be a chance for her to whine more.

He concentrated on the dark road, stepped on the accelerator, and sped out of the lot.