Chapter 21: Taking My Rightful Place

*Yasmeen*
The look on the pathetic witch’s face when she saw me and Alpha Kyle exit his room was priceless. I have no doubt she thinks I spent the night with him. What she doesn’t know is that he summoned me to bring him his morning herbal tea; he needs it to keep the migraines away.
Walking into his room had left me repulsed and hurt. There was no mistaking the scent of the witch and the stench of their intimate juices clinging to the air. I had wanted to scream my lungs out at the thought of Alpha Kyle touching and making love to her.
I guess it’s my fault for allowing Alpha Kyle to friend zone me. I had stepped aside, for so long, hoping that one day he would see me as the right match; a woman that is strong, and a shifter just like him.
It’s not too late, though. The wench is only here to give him a child…The wench had better get pregnant soon so that she can stop stinking up my man’s room.
I heard Alpha Kyle telling Beta Mathias that she will leave as soon as the birth happens. I know he says he will raise the child on his own, but psht. He will soon realize that he needs a Luna to help him raise his child. Every child needs a mother. Why should Alpha Kyle suffer humiliation as an unmated Alpha when he has a queen-worthy woman right here? It’s time to show him how much he needs me.
Alpha Kyle has said she will only leave after the threat against her life is dealt with, but who will care about her pathetic life once she gives him what he desires? She can die and no one would miss her.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Alpha Kyle says as he bites into his buttered toast.
“Just thinking that maybe I need to get hair extensions. I don’t like this bob anymore. What do you think about me having long hair? I will be a blonde bombshell, right?”
A shadow passes over Alpha Kyle’s face as he looks at me and shrugs. Well, if he tells me to keep my hair short, I will. Heck, even if he tells me to go bald, I will do it. Can’t he see how I am ready to be everything he needs in a woman?
“Why do you want to have long hair all of a sudden? You always say long hair irritates you,” Alpha Kyle points out.
I take a sip of my pomegranate juice while I think of the right answer.
“Just thought it’s time to spice up my look, that’s all. I am a woman now, don’t you agree? Way past the mating age,” I say as I try to get him to start seeing me in a different light.
“Umm, I see. A woman…yes. So, has some boy tickled your fancy?”
Well, not a boy. A man, in fact, I think to myself as I release a sly grin.
Why would he be asking me this? He must be jealous. Maybe that’s it. I can play on the jealousy to my advantage. Most men never know what’s dangling right in front of their faces until there’s the threat of losing it.
“Maybe,” I say as I purse my lips at him.
“Do I know him,” he asks.
“Yep. You know everyone around here, Alpha Kyle, but I think you know this particular guy extremely well.”
He raises a perfectly arched eyebrow. “Really? Who is he?”
I shift in my chair. Damn the G-string I decided to wear is riding up my butt crack. So uncomfortable, yet a very necessary wedgie; fake it until you make it, right? I need to practice wearing sexy lingerie for the inevitable day Alpha Kyle takes me as his.
I wonder if the fact that I’m not a virgin will be a problem, though? I’ve been sleeping with his stupid driver for a while now. It’s merely a meaningless fling to quench my bodily thirst. What woman can stay sane without the hypnotic feel of a hard rod parked in their manhood garage?
Sometimes the chauffeur boy gets a huge head, though. I remember that one time he called me Yasmeen….Just because I let his skinny rod take a dip inside my sweet nectar doesn’t mean that he should forget his pathetic ranking in this pack. I remember how I slapped him senselessly, reminding him that I am Lady Yasmeen to him. I mean, soon I will be Luna Yasmeen to that ashy bum. If only Alpha Kyle stopped playing so hard to get.
Why else does he keep me so close to him? Who else around here is worthy of that title? Definitely not the stupid incubator witch, and certainly not the sweet baby face naive nymph Kim. A man of Alpha Kyle’s stature deserves a strong, female warrior by his side.
“Long hair is gorgeous, but I think you should do whatever feels natural. Why would you want to change yourself to please a man?” Alpha Kyle interjects my train of thought.
“Do YOU like long hair? The witch you brought has long hair,” I say, not caring that it was too forward.
He pauses and looks at me for a few silent moments.
“Most witches have long hair, Yasmeen,” he says.
“Yeah. And you seem to always date witches or half-witches. Does that mean you like long hair?” I push. Now isn’t the time to play coy.
Besides, I’m really frustrated by the thought of him always falling for witches.
Okay, maybe he had only been taken by one half-witch before. He’d been ready to bind himself to her when she’d ghosted him. I remember how he had moped around after he received word of her deception. She left him and started warming up the bed of a rival pack Alpha. I was the one who took care of him during his heartbreak and mourning phase.
I hope he soon learns that I am the only woman who will always be there for him. I am strong mentally and physically…I’ve heard that the wench he is sleeping with is powerful, but she’s as slim as a Thin Mint and I doubt she can even do a squat thrust . The problem is, if she stays here long enough, and realizes her full potential, she will definitely ruin the beautiful reality I am trying to build here.
Alpha Kyle is mine. I will get hair extensions if he has a penchant for long hair. I will do whatever it takes to win MY man. We are destined to be together, ruling OUR pack side by side.
Out of nowhere, a rancid smell assaults my nostrils. I take a whiff. I know that odor without even looking in the direction of the source….It’s the wench.
What the hell is she doing in here disturbing our breakfast? Maybe she wants a bit of morning entertainment? The one she witnessed earlier clearly wasn’t enough.
I smile as I pick up a grape with my fork and position it in front of Alpha Kyle. He looks at me with a questioning eye.
“Eat,” I say.
Even though Alpha Kyle doesn’t see me as his mate, yet, he never says ‘no’ to me.
He opens his mouth and accepts the grape. I throw my head back and giggle before getting out of my chair and walking around the table to him. The tight, micro-skirt I am wearing conveniently rides up my thighs as I strut.
Again, he looks at me puzzled. I push the table away and sit on his lap. I then proceed to wipe his lips with my thumb and nuzzle his neck. For a moment he freezes…I hear the sound of footsteps rushing away from the dining area. Mission accomplished.
“What the hell are you doing, Yasmeen?” Alpha Kyle asks as he stands up. I fumble and fall to the floor on my plump ass, cushioning my descent . The motion causes the thong to dig into my butt’s meaty flesh painfully. Ouch! These things are so uncomfortable and agonizing to wear. Beauty is painful to achieve, isn’t it?
“I was just cleaning you up, Alpha Kyle,” I coo and blink flirtatiously at him.
He frowns and I see his confusion turn to anger.
“Never, EVER, do that again if you want to keep your head attached to your fucking shoulders,” Alpha Kyle growls before throwing his napkin on the table and storming out of the room.
Damn it! How could I forget?! He doesn’t like seeded grapes….I’d be furious too if someone messed up my breakfast.