Santiago's Pov
Alpha’s Hated Mate
Santiago's POV
All night I've only been able to think of one thing, those beautiful grey eyes, and when I tried to sleep, they came to hunt my dreams. I can't think of anything prettier than those eyes, and the person attached to them.
I've waited so long to see her again, she didn't recognize me but she felt the pull we have on each other in that minute which seemed like hours, years even. My soul surrendered to her without question, it was ready to bare itself for her, this is what the mate bond does to you.
I couldn't wait for morning, and when it was morning, I couldn't wait for afternoon.
Raymond didn't notify me of the time of the party yesterday but thanks to Rachael who needed my car to attend the party, I was able to know the time of the party. My sister can't seem to miss a party, you'd think she plans them all, whenever there's a party, big or small, Rachael will be aware of it.
Strolling into Fantasy World with Rachael mumbling something to me, I come to a solid realization that I hate going out without Adrian. I rarely go out to parties without him, we do almost everything together but now I'll have to get used to doing things alone for the next eleven months.
My gaze wanders around, scanning the area for those grey eyes, but all I see are familiar faces. Teenagers drinking and dancing, some making out in the pool.
Rachael has long moved from my side, I decide I'm over it, I should leave, this isn't my kind of pool party, I'm being a snob but I attend elite parties.
“Hey you came,” Raymond grins, coming into view from my left, a drink in his hand and a tank top on his chest. He looks like a bodybuilder, but then he bled so easily with one punch.
“Hey, yes. Thanks for the invite.”
“Having fun?”
“I just got here,” I tell him.
“Oh,” he gaps, his head nodding. “Let me get you a drink, it's a sin not to have one in hand.” he tells me, ushering me to a table.
Once I take my seat, he leaves, only to return with a bottle of vodka and a cup, into which he pours for me, nearly filling it to the top. I'm guessing my drinking habits aren't a secret to anyone.
I take one sip of my drink, the taste lingering on my tongue, this is some quality shit, and I'm glad it is. Raymond settles in his seat, pouring himself some liquor too. “Can I get you anything else, a swim suit maybe?”
“No, but where is your cousin?” I ask him, not bothering to hide my anticipation to meet her.
“She's inside,” he grins. “Let me call her, oh, there she is.” he pauses, his gaze settling somewhere in front of me. I turn, following his gaze.When my eyes rest on her, it's like the world disappears as I stare at her through my sunglasses. Raymond begins to call out to her, using her nickname but the music is loud for him to grab her attention, or perhaps she is pretending not to hear him.
I continue to watch her laugh with the girls she's with. Her focus shifts to the phone in her hand, she takes one look at it and flings her head over her shoulder to peek in our direction, then she hugs one of the girls and whispers something in her ear before walking to us. She walks like a model, I've been with models but this one, she fascinates me a little bit too much.
She's an obsession, one I've fed constantly and wouldn't change for anything in the world.
“She can be a bit vicious to strangers, but she's a nice girl.” Raymond whispers.
I nod as I continue to watch her move those beautiful long legs that men are stealing glances at, she takes two final steps and stops.
“Smiley,” Raymond grins.
She grins faintly, looking at him then me, then back at him. “Why are you calling my phone Ray?”
“I wanted to introduce you to someone, this is Beta, he helped me yesterday when you nearly broke my nose.” he informs her.
“Hello,” I greet, my greeting not getting anything to match it except a snarl. Raymond looks at his phone and rises, exciting himself without a word.
“Take a seat,” I tell her softly, suppressing the growl of frustration of enduring her glare.
She doesn't respond, instead she takes a seat immediately, and looks at me weirdly, probably questioning why she just did as I asked.
“Smiley, is that your name?” I ask, taking my glasses off and setting them on the table. I am trying to break the ice, I know her name, her name is tattooed on my skin, it has been for a long time.
“Annalise Nicole Sinclair, but my friends call me Smiley.” she retorts, unsettled in her seat. “And why do you look so familiar?”
“Because we've known each other for a long time, you're my soulmate.” I blurt out, unsure of why I'm dropping this bomb on her.
“Not again,” she groans, rising from her seat. “Who put you up to this, is it Raymond? I'm going to beat his ass, this fucking joke is annoying.” she sneers, storming off.
I shoot off my seat, my drink falling to the floor, as I abandon it to attempt to hold her back. The moment I touch her, she flinches from me, her hand colliding with my face. My hand reaches to my face, caressing the spot she slapped me on.
Now everyone is staring, watching her as she disappears into the house, even then I follow her, only to be met by her serving smacks across the face to a group of men.
“Smiley, what the fuck?” One of them grunts, another holding him back.
“I'm getting tired of your tasteless mate jokes!”
“No,” Raymond snorts. “You're getting arrogant now Annalise, I played that joke three times and it's old.”
“Arnold?” she asks, pointing at some guy who raises his hands. “Princeton then?”
“Sis, I don't know what you're talking about.” he informs her, excusing himself from the group.
“Then someone explain that psycho out there,” she says, gesturing to the entryway.
I'm about to speak when suddenly, I'm pushed out of the way by someone, I know that scent anywhere.
“This is her,” Monica says to Racheal, her hand pointing at Annalise. Annalise turns, instantly meeting with the back of Rachael's hand.
“Rachael,” I warn, pulling her away.
“What the fuck? Who are you?” Annalise asks in annoyance, not bothering to caress the cheek Rachael slapped her on but I know my sister has a heavy hand, much like hers when she slapped me.
“I'm his sister, you think you can get away with slapping my brother?” she snorts, trying to free herself from my hold and ignoring my attempts to shut her up. “Try that shit again and see how I fucking rip your extensions off that fucking scalp.”
“This is your sister?” Annalise laughs, “That explains it, misbehaving must be in the family.”
“Misbehaving? Girl, my brother would never misbehave with a woman. Santiago can have any girl in this shithole, married or not he can have her and you think he's after your ass?”
“Racheal shut up,” I grit through my teeth, setting her behind me.
“Smiley, you slapped Beta? Where the fuck are you getting the audacity to slap the man in charge of this pack?”
“Yes, I did it.” Annalise turns to him. “So what, huh? He was giving me cheesy lines and mocking me. I would slap him harder if I could.”
I doubt she could have slapped me harder, she hit me pretty hard.
“The fucking nerve,” Rachael snorts, attempting to reach to Annalise again who retaliates, also trying to reach for her.
Seeing that I can't contain Rachael, I do the one thing that I know will subside the confrontation, I let go of Rachael, and reach for Annalise, pulling her hand towards me.
“Hey, where are you taking my sister?” Princeton asks.
“If she didn't want to come with me, she would have resisted.” I tell him, veering back to Annalise, “Come on.” I say to her, dragging her with me.
She doesn't protest, she simply comes with me without uttering a single word. I lead her to a room upstairs, there's a couple making out on the bed. “Out,” I command, Annalise still in my grip. Only when the door closes behind the people that leave do I let her go.
“You can start apologising,” she murmurs, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Apologising? No, what should I apologise for Babylove?”
Annalise gasps, “For the shitty joke you played on me, and don't call me baby love.”
“I wasn't playing jokes on you, baby love.”
“Just be a man, and apologise for wasting my time.” she snarls. Her eyes dilating, she's angry with me, and honestly, she looks more attractive like this. I'm so turned on by her.
“You're right, I apologize.” I tell her.
She nods, a smile playing on her lips, such full beautiful soft lips, I want to bite on them. “Thank you, now was that so hard? Why do men act so dumb?” she snorts.
“You didn't let me finish,” I grin, wider than her. I take a few steps closer to her, stopping when there's barely an inch between us. “I apologize for kissing you without your concern,” I whisper, watching her smile fade.
“When did you do that?”
“Now,” I rasp, my hand creeping behind her, drawing her closer to me, and then, I kiss her. She tried to fight me, but I'm consistent, trying to get more of the taste her lips give. She tastes like mangoes, the sweetest kind, it's not long before she relaxes in my hold, her lips taking mine in with the same hunger I kiss her with.
Annalise moans into my mouth, each moan sending hot blood shooting to my dick.
Knowing I'll be unable to stop myself from fucking her on this floor, when I hear another moan from her.
She stares at me flushed, her hand gently touching her lip, yes, I bit on her bottom lip as I pulled away, I couldn't resist. “I love the way you moan, I wasn't joking baby love, you're the one, I can feel it in my soul.” I tell her, my hand reaching to caress her face but she slaps it away.
“Stupid, don't call me that.”
“You know I'm the one, you can feel it, I don't just look familiar, I feel familiar don't I? Or do I need to fuck you through your clothes to remind you?”
Annalise gasps, “There is nothing to feel and stay away from me before I get a fucking restraining order against you.”
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