I run for what feels like forever and force myself to keep running until I'm wheezing with the satisfaction that I’ve put a significant gap between me and that man I plan to avoid until I die.

But as cruel fate would have it, I didn’t run far enough and I might die sooner rather than later, when I sense him close by.

My thoughts wander endlessly with questions, but all seem to revolve around the question of how the hell he was able to follow me without me noticing!?

This one thought puzzles me for a good solid second, but within time of connecting the dots of misfortune, I solve it.

Of course, she'd betray me!!

Keisha, she's like a famous, well known scientist known for making the impossible, possible. She might as well be the CEO at the big corporation she works at.

The products that she comes out with are sometimes.... majority are with a risk but in the end always worth it because of the significant result.

To be honest I wouldn't be surprised if she gave him invisible spray, that's just how good she is....

Knowing how she is, I wouldn’t put it past her if she also gave my address!!

"I'll repeat the question one more time, why the fuck did you reject me?"

I stare for a moment in both shock and awe at the beautiful fouled mouth man that stands before.

He’s stands at most likely a height of 5’7 which isn’t all that great, but even though that might be considered short in most opinions that’s insignificant when it comes to alphas.

For them all that counts are how efficient and successful they are with living, along with how much dominance they can produce, and from the weight in the air, it he seems like he’s highly dominant based off his pheromones.

But even though I should probably be quivering in fear in front of the wavy, dark black hair before me I find that I’m quite the opposite and sane.

Even with me being aware of the agitation that grows in the blue eyes of the stranger before me I take my time answering the question that has been presented harshly too me.

"Aren’t I allowed to do that?"

My sassy remark must not be what he was hoping to hear because of the silent glare he begins to give me.

It's not like he needs to even verbalize what he's saying because his expression and emotions that are radiating on his face.

Everything's screaming I don't have a choice, and for some unknown reason I find amusement in this.

So, he’s going to throw a fit because he likes me? Like a child?

The amusement is short lived however when I hear the aggression within "Hey!! are you listening to me?" arise in his voice.

Involuntarily I feel the hairs on my arms begin to rise.

As I take the time to attempt for a second to try and comprehend who the hell is, he raising his voice and pheromones at!?

Along with the struggle to comprehend I feel the hidden smile that was once rested upon my face disappears completely, and without thinking I walk up to him, asking him just who in the world he is confronting like this.

"I want you to know I don’t and will not tolerate disrespect from anyone!! Especially a shortie like you who throws an endless tantrum when things don't go their way!!

The world doesn’t revolve around only you! I’m free to do and choose whatever I want, and if I don’t want you there’s nothing you can do to change that! "

Instantly I know I've bitten off more than I can chew when the last bit of verbal anger leaves my mouth.

The coldness in the air and the overbearing need to submit is unavoidable and almost makes me not notice the distance between us grow smaller as he closes the gap between us.

"You are mine, therefore I have a right to confront you however I like and the next time you come at my height, I'll make those pretty little lips of yours moan in first pain and later regret."

He can't be serious....

With a few blinks into reality, I realize that there's not a single ounce of him that is joking, and instead he shows that he actually thought what he said was right.

This alongside disbelief, hides the final punch to my already formed headache full of irritation. Hidden inside the headache though I’ve concluded that my mate is a jackass.

Wait.... my…

No! I will not subdue myself to mere instincts, this obnoxious guy is not in any way my mate. He's a stranger that has nothing to do with me!

"Luke!"

"Yeah, how may I help y-"

My words are choked out mid spoken and the reason behind it is because I’ve been yanked down by the collar of my shirt to his eye level.

The closeness isn’t as much of a shock though, but instead how strong he is along with how much anger he is radiating.

Even with the size difference applied my attempts to separate become futile. So, I decide to prepare for the worst when he leans in to me and clench my eyes shut.

However, instead of the touching of our lips meeting I feel the tickling of his breath near my ears.

"I'm getting really sick and tired of you being a sarcastic asshole, so I propose that the next time you attempt to test me, that I get to do as I see fit to discipline you. Unless you’re eager to receive that?"

It takes a minute for my brain to completely process what he has said but when I do, I'm broken between anger and excitement.

It's like my body is anticipating the discipline, while my mind is astonished by the audacity of his words.

"So, I’ll ask you again."