Chapter Nine(The Rejection)

Mira's Pov:

My stomach flips as I stare at the Greek God standing in front of me. He is incredibly alluring with short black jet hair, strong jawlines, and athletic slimness in his body as his shirt hugs his body. He is drop-dead gorgeous, I stifled the urge to run into his hands and mark him as mine. My eyes tingled with amusement as I muttered the word "Mate," I tried taking a step forward but he took a step back as he eyed me up and down with a look of disgust.

This is not the first impression I want to leave on my mate, the look on his face and the way he stares at me as if the moon goddess made a mistake fucking hurt me. I peered at myself to know if I was wearing the wrong clothes, I tried taking a step forward again but he stopped me.

"What do you think you are doing?" He snarled at me causing me to stop at my track.

"We are mates," I said to him.

"Are you from this pack," he asked me with an authorized tone. He speaks with authority and a powerful aura revolves around him