Mated To The Beastly Alpha Dominic

Dominic's POV

"Where is MY MATE?" I asked him fiercely, looking deep into his eyes as I stared him down. I could see the fear in his eyes as I called her my mate. My warriors were also looking at me with surprise; they had no idea that she was my mate.

With every minute I stand out here, I am losing my connection to my mate. I know we haven't connected yet, but I felt a calming peace when I caught her amazing scent. It had pulled me to her, and I loved the feeling of having her close by.

But I don't feel it anymore; it's as if the distance between us is widening by the minute. It felt as if all the warmth I'd felt earlier had been only my imagination, as if she'd never even existed. It's making me go crazy. I want to feel that warmth again, that peace that her presence brings me; it's so amazing. Even if I don't want her again, I still want to keep her close by.

Carl's eyes are pinned on me, and he isn't even trying to hide his hatred and disgust as he stares at me with a Smirk. I could tell he found it funny that I called her my mate. He is silently gazing at me, stalling. The silence is sickening, and he knows I'm already riled up, but he keeps pushing me toward the edge, testing my patience. The tension becomes thicker as my warriors whisper among themselves, wondering why I am being patient and lenient with him.

I don't know why I couldn't just kill him. It's hard to bear this atmosphere, I grinned evilly and threw him a few feet away from where I stood, using more force than necessary. He landed with a loud thud a few feet away, groaning in pain when his body hit the floor. I smiled in satisfaction as I watched him struggle to stand back up.

"When you say, MATE..." he looked unfazed as he looked up at me in anger, "Do you mean given by the moon goddess or chosen by your proud, disgusting self?" he asked in disgust, looking around for the first time since we took him from his house. I think he is weighing his chances of escape. He knows he cannot escape me, so he wants to make a run for it. My wolf growled at him, making him look up at me with that same stupid smirk.

His eyes kept diverting to different corners, and I knew that he had a plan. It seems like he is planning to escape, and now that I think about it, I think that has been his plan all along. He must have hidden her somewhere safe, and now he wants to run off to meet her so they can both escape.

I guess it's time to show him why I am the most feared Alpha. I mind-linked my men, telling them not to interfere in our battle.

I narrowed my eyes at Carl, mentally calculating every possible way he might attack me and every best way I could attack him. I want him to believe he has the upper hand in the fight, that he has a chance of escape, and that he will take it. He will win and escape; then I'll follow him subtly and find out where he is going.

I crouched defensively, preparing to attack him. It seems that he is waiting for me to initiate the attack, so I would gladly grant him that. I hope he realises that finding Bethany is the only way he will stay alive.

She is the only reason he is alive right now. Her calm soul is all that is keeping me calm right now.

Carl, the weak wolf, thinks he can run away with my mate. A sick smile crept across his face, and he rolled his shoulder back and put both fists in front of him. Judging from his stance, I could tell he was a good fighter, but he could never beat me in a fair fight. When I fight, I fight dirty, and I aim to win.

I curled my palm and gestured for him to come at me, then clenched my fists painfully tight, watching his every move.

When he made no move, I launched myself at him, Scott my wolf urging me on as he howled in joy, wishing nothing more than to tear Carl apart. I feigned a punch to his face, and he fell for the bait just as I'd expected. He moved sideways to avoid my punch, raising his hands to block it if he wasn't fast enough. I saw an opening, and I jabbed at his ribs, causing him to yell in pain as the force of my punch sent him reeling backwards.

I was on him before he could recover, and I punched and jabbed him severely in his midsection, kicking him hard on the face with my kickboxing skills. "How could she have fallen in love with a weakling like you! You disgust me, Carl. You would never be able to satisfy my mate; you are nothing but a weak moron. When I find her, I'll make you watch as I screw her over and over again, making her scream my name as she reaches her peak," I taunted him, and it had the desired effect.

"Nooooo..." he screamed furiously as he lunged at me, throwing all his weight at me as he toppled me to the ground. I could have easily evaded his attack if I wanted to. I mean, he has the skills, but he is still an amateur, and he could never stand up to my attack, even if he had ten hands and legs.

He threw several punches at me, hitting me as hard as he could, and I kept faking the pain as I took all his punches. The truth is, this dude never stood a chance against me. He hits like a girl, and I really want to pull him by the ear and drag him to the gym, teach him how to fight like a man, how to be a great warrior. I hate being around men who can't defend themselves, let alone defend their families. Men like Carl can never be leaders; they are the very reason the Lycans think they can Lord it over all werewolves, but all that is going to change when I become king.

I watched Carl with hooded eyes as he smirked in victory. I groaned at his stupidity, but I didn't let myself get too carried away because I hadn't gotten what I wanted yet; he still needed to lead me to her, so I lay there pretending to be weak and hurt as he smirked triumphantly.

"How the mighty have fallen, Alpha Dominic. I knew you were nothing without your warriors; I knew I could defeat you." He taunted me, laughing hysterically like a fucking idiot. This guy is so dumb. He stands above me, his legs spread. I could kick hard on his legs, and he would come down immediately. But I had to play it cool, so I crawled away from him, making it look like I was trying to run the other way. He kicked me severely in my stomach, stopping me in my tracks.