Fated To The Alpha (Ezra, Katya)

Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 3

“You can sit,” he says, nodding toward the chair beside me. I stare at it before sitting on the edge of it looking back toward the door where my parents were waiting outside.

Turning back I find him watching me again. “Your name is Katya?” He says pronouncing correctly, most people don’t the first time.

“Yes, Alpha”

“You can call me Ezra,” he says and I nod.

“How old are you?”

“17” I tell him and he nods looking at some documents which I see are my mother’s and father’s paperwork along with my birth certificate. He picks it up looking at it.

“You turn 18 soon? You will be able to find your mate, that’s exciting” he states.

I say nothing, no one will want me, I was basically human with the added difference of heightened senses.

“You go to school, I take it?” I nod chewing on my thumbnail.

“Last year?”

“Yes I finish this year, well supposed to”

school” he states leaving no room for argument. I press my

“You don’t like school?”

anyone like school?” I ask

school, surprised you didn’t considering, you are

out I was a freak

reason for leaving, that you had a run in with the Alpha’s daughter and your mother hit her?” He asks. My mother was taking the blame, I kept my mouth shut to stop the risk of being caught out in a lie although technically that was true just not the

enough for me, I can’t stand Alpha Jackson prick should be put down”

out of my seat

he says, holding his hand out and I place mine in his. Tingles spread across my palm and I jerked my

playing on his lips making him look even more

was watching me again. He

bites his wrist offering it to me and I stare at it. I notice two glasses stained with

up” he says, pulling me closer and wrapping his arm around my waist before bringing his wrist to my lips. I grabbed his wrist and I could taste his saliva on his wrist, his blood surprisingly

but doesn’t let go, his arm tightening around my waist. His voice below

I nod, the heat from his hard chest pressed against my back seeping into me,

knowing his last name, I look over my shoulder at him, his face so close I am stunned by his intoxicating scent as I inhale deeply. “Pierce,” he

my life to Alpha Ezra Pierce of Black Creek Pack” as soon as the last word left my lips searing pain exploded in my head making me drop as I clutched it, his grip tightening around me preventing me from hitting the floor in a heap. The chattering of my old pack, every word I ever heard

suddenly as it came it stopped like the snap of a rubber band. “You’re okay. It’s over now” Alpha Ezra’s voice flits through my head making me look up at him. He smiles back at

around me just under my heavy breast. My face heating up with embarrassment realising he

glaze over before my mother and father rush in,

over me. I slap their hands away at their fussing. I