The Mighty She-wolf of King novel Chapter 15

And if Blake attended this year, which she wasn't, he would surely make her his mate. Even for the males during the Hunt, it's hard to keep control but Alpha's are able to hold back, if they choose too, that is.

"Blake," Seth whispered, "Are you not hungry?"

Blake looked at him before looking at the plate sitting in front of her. She didn't even notice, which was a surprise. "Sorry, I have a lot on my mind," she whispered back.

"You want to talk about it?" he asked.

Another thing she hated talking about, peoples feeling let alone her own.

"No, it's nothing," She said picking her fork up to eat.

"Blake, I'm here for you," Seth said, placing his hand on my leg.

A growl filled the room, shocking the room. But Blake kept her cool and took Seth's hand and pushed it away, "Thank you but I think I'm going to retire for the night." Placing her fork on the table she got up from the table and fixed her dress. The last thing Blake needs is a jealous mate coming after her. Knowing that growl, Seth finally found a mate and is denying her.

What a pain.

Eric gripped the arms of his chair. There were many things running through his brain and killing the young Alpha was one of them. The young Alpha had dared to touch what wasn't his. He had dared to comfort what wasn't his.

Blake was his woman. She was his mate. His Luna and no one else.

Eric watched his mate leave the hall before he could finally take a deep breath to relax. He couldn't stand her being in the same room as that male and the last thing he needed was loss any chance without his mate.

"Eric," Dolph whispered, "are you alright?"

It took everything for Eric to not growl a second time, and begin trashing the hall, as well as taking Alpha Seth's head. "No," he said furiously.

"Would you like to go for a walk?" he asked. Eric looked at his dear friend. Eric followed his friend gaze toward the exit of the building as if saying that he understood.

"My Lord."

Eric couldn't look at his friend. He was trying to keep himself in check. The King of all Wolves shouldn't act in a matter that wasn't appropriate. He had to be calm, collected, and ready for anything. But the moment he entered Black Water, he wasn't the same. He was on edge, horny, and ready to kill anyone who looked at his mate. The only thing he couldn't understand was that his own mate was not returning her feels. It was as if she didn't feel the bond that binds them together. Or was Eric wrong? What if she wasn't his and he only liked her because she was different then other she-wolves. No, Eric knew she was his mate, her smell, her body, those eyes of hers they all called out to him like a siren.

"Go back inside, I like to be alone," Eric tried to sound as calm as he could be.

"My Lord, if I may," Dolph paused, waiting for permission to speak further.

"Go on."

"We have known each other for years. And I have noticed," there was a pause, "you found your mate. Didn't you?"

Eric wanted to laugh. No matter how stereotypical Dolph looked liked to most. Being big as he was, most thought he was dumb but he had a good eye. Great judgment. And knew a person's single thought just by looking at them, which benefited greatly on the battlefield.