The Alpha’s Mistress (TAM SERIES) novel Chapter 3

Alpha Zachary

Once we reached the lake house, I saw something in the dark near the bushes. I thought it was an enemy or intruder. I walked out of the limo, and my Beta was next to me. "Hey, listen. Something there."-

He stepped in front of me, trying to catch that thing and then said, "it's safe! It looks like a tiny animal is…" And he suddenly paused and turned his head to me in a weird look.

I narrowed my eyes, "What is it?"

My Beta ushered me to follow him slowly; I sneaked then I was shocked to see a creature that seemed like a werewolf but tiny on the ground eating grass! With filthy ripped clothes, it looked like he had been living alone for a while.

As an Alpha, that made me worried about my Pack! I Was supposed to take care of all my people. I felt embarrassed by myself that I had been away for a while and didn't know that some of my people were that hungry, miserable, and desperate.

So I placed my hand over that werewolf’s shoulder, and that made him gasp. I gasped as well when I saw the eyes, "what the hell are you?" I asked, quickly shocked and confused. But what made me step back when I noticed the boobs! I cursed loudly, "fuck, dammit! Are you she-wolf? Do you belong to that Pack! What are you?" And I guess that humiliated her, hurt her feelings. Her tears streamed down her cheeks immediately as if she had heard those words all her life.

I muttered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you. It's just…" I frowned and rubbed my chin, then pulled her arms to stand up on her feet. She didn't spit a word. She just sobbed all the time. I patted her head, "calm down. Stop crying. Are you hungry?"

She nodded while lowering her gaze to the floor, oh sure, she didn't want to scare me by her eyes again. Honestly, the color of her eyes didn't scare me; it's just weird to see a she-wolf with different colored eyes.

I coughed, "I want to hear your voice, are you hungry?"

She said in a shallow voice, "Yes, I'm starving."

Without even saying that she was starving, that was obvious to the blind. She was eating grass for god sake!

I offered immediately, "okay, you can come and eat in my house."

She raised her head slowly glaring at me then she turned her head away again. I joked trying to break the ice, "I have no intention to eat a piece of you. You can go anytime you want."

She didn't reply, she fiddled with her fingers nervously, but seemed like she agreed. I sighed profoundly feeling sorry for the way she looked; honestly, it broke my heart, and I was already broken after losing my unborn baby.

I pulled her hand, "okay, come with us then."

That made her stiff for a while; I had no idea why it came to my mind that her body reaction was a result of her being abused before.