5

Alpha Cassar Salvaterre of the Viribus Pack had graced us with his presence after all.

One could say he was decently attractive. Long legs, built chest, broad shoulders. His jaw looked like it had been chiselled from stone. I couldn't help but notice he had nice lips too. His face was the definition of 'manly'.

5 o'clock shadow graced his bronze skin. His hair was a dark grey colour, normal for shifters. He kind of looked like the bad boy version of super man.

And his eyes, they were warm, almost shining, but blacker than midnight. Staring at me and the male who was still laying on his back beside me with his head up staring at the Alpha.

Every creature in the forest seemed to have stopped breathing. Except for me, I was still laughing at the sulky Alpha who needed to learn it was just a game. I didn't care what he was, he needed to chill.

Of course, I knew who he was. The moment he set foot beside the clearing when I was making my first play I could feel his alpha presence.

He only said one word. "Mate."

My eyes shot up in surprise as my smile widened. He wasn't grumpy because we got a touchdown. He was grumpy that I was tackled. I looked behind me at the boy who seemed to be frozen on the ground staring back at the Alpha.

"Congratulations!" I cried at the new mates. Of course the Alpha wouldn't want his mate to be touching another female. He wouldn't want his mate to get hurt. Wolves were weird like that.

I didn't know it was possible, but I'm pretty sure the crowd went even quieter. Why would everyone be so quiet? This was a happy occasion. They should be cheering louder for their Alpha than they did for a touchdown. Two mates had just found each other for crying out loud.

Clearly the Alpha did not agree with me either, as another growl came from deep within his chest. I looked down at the Alphas mate beside me with a questioning look. Maybe he would know what was up with his mate.

The large young male just kept staring at the Alpha as he just shook his head back and forth. "Not me."

I slowly got to my feet, looking behind me for the Alpha's new mate. "Then who?"

No one stood out to me. I looked back at the Alpha and then the young male, hoping he would ease my confusion. He did not as he said, "You."

I whipped my head around again trying to find who he was talking to. When I realised no one was close enough for him to be speaking to, I looked at the Alpha again. It did kind of seem like the Alpha was staring at me. But it wasn't possible for us to be mates.

Then I started to laugh. "No, it's not."

I started laughing harder as the Alpha started stalking closer to us, but this time his eyes had shifted to the young male. My laugh died. The warm shine of his eyes was gone, replaced by steal and rage. His eyes seemed to be promising death.

The large male beside me started shaking. His own eyes full of panic. The weight of the Alpha's presence pushing him into submission. He didn't even bother to stand.

My own eyes started to widen realising that the Alpha was going to kill his pack member in front of all the families who were here to watch a football game. They came for a football game, not the gladiator games.

Regularly, it wouldn't bother me, but I had a job to do. A bloodbath would definitely send me back to square one. Plus, he was a nice kid, it wasn't his fault. It was just a game.

Before I could think I felt my body step in front of the quivering wolf shifter.

Easily distracting Cassar Salvaterre, he stopped walking staring at me again. I saw his eyes glancing back and forth between me and his pack member. I watched him battle eternally with himself. Trying to decide between dealing with me, or the male who had tackled me.

He seemed to have decided that the whimpering male was more important as he ground out, trying to step around me. "Move Mate."

"One," I said holding up a number one with my fingers, following his movements. "No."

The crowd watching the scene gasped at my rebellious words.

He growled again, but I ignored him. Turning my fingers from a one into a two. "And two, I'm not your mate."

I heard the crowd gasp again at my response. No one was supposed to speak to an Alpha like that. Especially when the alpha did not have full control of his body.

I didn't care. I stopped caring about the hierarchy of families a long time ago.

He looked at me as if I was stupid. "Yes, you are my mate. And yes, you will move."

Cassar Salvaterre tried to step around me again, and again I mirrored his footsteps. "There, I moved."

His eyes seemed to get even darker. He started to shake, he was very close to losing control. I smirked. He growled again. "Move out of my way, so I can deal with this mutt."

"Okay, you need to relax." I rolled my eyes.

"He attacked you." The Alpha snarled. Taking a big step towards me and the male. I mirrored him again taking a big step behind me. Hitting the guy in the leg. The Alpha caught the contact, glaring at where our feet touched. The male quickly moved his legs away. Stupid territorial wolves.

"No, he tackled me. Big difference." I spoke slowly to the Alpha as if he were a child. Forcing his attention back on me. I needed to keep his attention off of the male. The best way I knew how to do that was through annoyance. Either that or start stripping, but I didn't feel like giving a bunch of creepy wolves that good of a show.

"There is no difference." He was grinding his teeth.

"Ummm yes there is. Considering we are playing football. Where tackling is apart of the game."

"He should not have touched you." He spit out.

"Okay dumbo, how do you propose we play football without any contact? You want flag football? Like a bunch of wusses?" I flung my arms up in the air in frustration.

He growled again, glaring at my gesturing arms. Apparently, he didn't like sudden movements.

"No."