Alpha's Twisted Mate

ALPHA’S TWISTED MATE

(THE BULLY)

CHAPTER ONE

Bike parked at the corner.

Sinclair rolled another stick of cigarette, and placed it pridefully on his pink lips, his left hand caressing his throat as he waited for time to pass by hoping she would take the route today.

Impatience eating at him as his eyes glanced at his golden watch.

It has been two f*ck*ng hours.

He knew Anastasia was greatly scared of his shadow; he would pay anything to capture the look on her face when she found him alone with her on this path. A wicked grin spread across his handsome face, not the type to brag but his mother, the alluring Luna of Devil's Sky Pack, would always tell him he had the face to make angels weep of jealousy.

From the age of eight he could make little girls fight for his attention, and when he aged more at sixteen he broke hearts at eighteen every girl in Wolf’s heart college fought for his attention. There was no event he honoured that didn’t have young ladies, and older women drooling to have a taste of him.

Girls who would come crying, and begging to make them his girlfriend even go as far as getting him expensive gifts to sway him.

They bothered him always which made his skin want to crawl with disgust as they couldn’t stomach his rejections so they pestered with delusions he might fall for them.

Still he couldn’t deny he loved the overwhelming attention being the most popular male in college, and the most eye pleasing creature brought. He featured in magazines, met a host of celebrities and signed some pretty good deals. He didn’t need the money anyway his father Alpha Killian had a lot of money stashed for generations all he had to do was top his class as he has always done, learn the family business, and once his twentieth birthday draws nigh find his mate and carry the family legacy.

He wished his wolf wasn’t asleep as his father has reported it would take him sometime for his wolf to awaken but when it does he would be glad he waited.

Without a Wolf as a Pack’s prince he had to work extremely hard putting his body to great use. His arms were nicely toned, his abs were perfectly sculpted just like his cheekbones. He trained harder than anyone he knew as a Prince without a Wolf his physical strength would be his only arsenal for now.

So he thought how stupid of him till she came!

A new student with big old sweaters, baggy jeans and huge ugly glasses came into school and messed things up. At first she looked very ordinary. He didn't care about granting her a second glance but one thing struck about her- Her hair.

Temptation.

She had the most intriguing Color of hair his eyes have ever laid on- he describes it as the color of the sun filled with so much passion, life, and arousal.

It flowed dangerously behind her back. He fought for control the very first time a lady had an effect on him that made him wanna jump over to her desk, and bury his nostril on her neck and breathe her in. Take as many as possible he could get before it washes over him.

Who was she and what was she made of? She set his insides on fire without casting him a look, she didn’t swoon over him as weeks progressed she acted indifferently towards him which bruised his ego.

How dare her?

She didn’t care or maybe pretended not to or bat him a seductive glare; rather she did everything she could to avoid him like he was some virus and it ate him away. He would do whatever it takes to prove her wrong that she wasn’t special, and there was no woman on earth who could avoid Sinclair.

He shook the thoughts off his mind, he didn’t care after that first encounter to him but nothing to her as she barely spoke to anyone in class. But so far her presence has become a threat and one thing about him he hated being threatened or felt threatened.

She began to top the class, basked in the admiration of the tutors, won awards that should be his and this time he won’t let her anymore.

Sinclair vowed to make the school too hot for her to study and by achieving that he is going to bully her until she runs far away from anything that resembles Wolf’s Heart College.

He could hear soft footsteps, and smell her a few inches away. The scent he has grown accustomed to was a soft peachy innocent smell that hit his nostrils with a maddening desire to wrap his hands around her throat and breathe her in. A possessive feeling bubbling in his chest.

Stupid hormones.

She was the enemy.

“Wh..at are you do-ing?!” Her soft light green eyes widened as he stood against her with a devilish grin spread across his face.

“Anastasia? I haven’t done anything wrong just wanting you to see reasons as not to get in my way. How about making things easy between us.” He grinned, sending her one of his cutest smiles.

“How did you know my name?” a line of worry spread across her forehead. A look at him would make any sane person run for the hills or dive under the sea to avoid his wrath because he looked and was trouble she thought. She didn’t make friends and never did anything to cite enemies so what was he talking about?

“It’s a small world my sun fairy.” he tsked with a look of amusement.

Sun fairy? He had given her a nickname.

“Please get out of my way.”

He stood dangerously on her path and as Anastasia tried to move the other direction his hands fought through twirling her to face him, and slammed her against his chest in such a way that made her gasping for air as so much heat from him seeped into her cold skin.

He was infectious.

“You won’t leave until I tell you to. First of all your presence has ruined my excellent track record. I never come under anyone so dear Sun fairy get out of this school before things get messier between us. Ask around Sinclair never lose out to anyone not before, and not now.” He gritted out, his eyes turning dark with rage and his body shook vigorously as he held her to his chest.

Anastasia swallowed a large gulp as this strange guy with black jet curly hair, translucent blue grey eyes and with lips that will have girls crushing on to taste what is in them was holding her too strong against himself but she wasn’t like every other girl. Anastasia has worked very hard to meet the school requirements, and if her work ethic affected him then he should work twice as hard to beat her or simply take his loss not try to bully her like she’s seven.

With strength she didn’t think she possessed she pulled away ferociously.

“GET OFF ME!”

“So do we have a deal?” His tone edged as his fingers spread across his chest, the part her body touched. A certain kind of heat coursed through her veins as she thought about where her body hung a few minutes ago and how his heat transferred to her cold, pale skin.

No Anastasia focus she thought to herself.

“Mr. Sinclair, bring your best bet. The world might think you are some otherworldly being with your bigger than life persona but they don’t know the real you.” She paused, drinking up his reaction as his face burned with the insult. Enjoying herself she continued. “Sinclair you have the persona of a rat who thinks of himself as the king of the jungle even a rat has more of a persona to know where it belongs. Words fail me to describe your pathetic little life. If you think you can grapple for the number one spot do so but if you can’t sit yourself down and lick your wounds.” A satisfied smile spread across her lips.

“Hahaha….” He broke into a maniacal laughter as she watched him for minutes as a lone tear rolled down his cheek and with an astonished look he wiped it carelessly then faced her.

“Nice speech you can give great lectures Sun fairy.”

“Don’t call me that!” Her tone raised higher.

“I can call you the f*ck I want you just listen you get me? I wanted to make this easy for you but you drove the first sword so be prepared cause when I strike it's always deadly and hits home.” He sent her a dark twisted smile, jumped on his dashing bike and casting her one last glare he roared his bike out of her vision not without making a whirl of dust behind.

Anastasia watched until his form disappeared, and the dust settled. She knew she just invoked the wrath of the prince of Devils sky Pack and the heartthrob’s of Wolf’s Heart college. He had sworn to wreck her but how deadly?

Her guts told her it won’t be pretty but nevertheless she’s a fighter and this is another battle to be won.

He should bring it on; she was just as ready.

ALPHA’S TWISTED MATE

(PAIN OF BEING DIFFERENT)

CHAPTER TWO

Anastasia dumped her school backpack on the floor as she walked into her huge and beautifully decorated room, her painting welcoming her as she opened the curtains to let in some light and ventilation. Her life was far from perfect but here in the confines of her room screamed perfection and she loved being in her space more than anything in the world.

Her room wasn’t the most decorated in the mansion as her two other sisters had more exquisite furniture, artefacts and more girly sprinkle of pink and other feminine colors but hers were suiting to her taste. She refused her parent’s help in getting her room decorated by a renowned home decorator rather she picked things her own way and things she felt connected to.

The wall had a portrait of a dolphin at sea which she had taken the photograph and framed it. Nature was a blessing and she