Mated by Mistake novel Chapter 7

"Now why is a girl as lovely as you are crying?" a deep male voice said.

Rosalie hiccupped in surprise and quickly wiped her face, trying to locate the speaker.

He was standing in the doorway in a white tee and jeans. A black leather jacket adorned his broad frame. He was tall and incredibly masculine, well-built, and powerful looking. He had thick black hair. Dark, expressive eyebrows sat atop deep-set, steel-grey eyes. His jaw and chin were broad and hard. To Rosalie, he looked dangerously handsome and familiar. Chris was handsome like a pretty boy, but this man was all hard muscles and he oozed power.

"I'm so sorry sir, I was just...preparing the rooms for the guests. I did not know you would be here so early," she stammered. He slowly stepped closer to her, and Rosalie began feeling incredibly tiny in comparison to him.

"It's no problem, Rosalie," he said. His steely eyes seemed to see right through her, and she looked at him in surprise.

"How....how do you know my name?" she stammered.

His lips curved into a smile. "We have met. I never forget a face. Especially someone so pretty and mischievous."

Suddenly, she remembered him.

"Alex Greyson.......I mean Alpha Alex!" She said softly.

"Finally, you remember me," he smiled.

"I apologize for disturbing you, sir. I will leave—"

"You're not going anywhere," he interrupted. Rosalie's eyes widened.

"Excuse me?" she asked. He smiled and removed his jacket.

"I said, you are not going anywhere. You are going to tell me what made a beautiful girl cry. And I am going to do whatever I can to help," he said softly. Rosalie shook her head.

"That is very kind of you, but I have to finish a lot of work," Rosalie answered.

"Just for a few minutes, Rosalie. Why were you crying?" Alex asked.

She wondered what to say. She could not talk about her love. It would be like betraying the Alpha.

"It's nothing, my mom was mad at me because I didn't wear the dress she bought for me. We fought and I was feeling guilty over it." She lied, making up an imaginary story.

"There there, sweetheart.... that’s nothing to cry over." He said, tenderly stroking her back.

"Thank you, sir. I am feeling much better now." Rosalie said, coiling away from him. His touch made her feel weird. Her wolf had stopped mourning for their mate, and she was suddenly alert, observing the new man curiously.

"Thats good," he eyed her for a few seconds. "You have grown well, Miss Rosalie."

She looked up and could not help blushing at his compliment.

"It has been years since we met," Alex continued, his voice holding an aura of confidence.

She could not help but note how those few years had changed him. He looked very handsome and strong. His body rippled with enough masculinity that it made him look manly yet youthful. He did not look like those strange over-muscled. But strong and intimidating to others who would dare to challenge him.

"How have you been Alex?" She finally asked.

"Well as ever," he answered. "But you look stunning, Rosalie," she blushed again.