The Alpha and His Perfect Beauty

personality two years ago when I sat in the co

ust know. It's like a feeling, and t

er words. How can she be so sure of somet

ou might feel suddenly horny too-« Stacey says wittily, and

at kind of advice is that? Was this supposed to

, embarrassed by her friend. « Some of us

nversation. « Uh, thanks, » I murmur and

something so insignificant can still hold so much weight. Back then, it felt like I was invisible. I didn't belong. N

turbulent, confusing, and impossible to control. I glance over at the group of people laughing and joking, a couple of them already looking at their

n attraction. This is stupid. I am stupid for even thinking of a possibility where me, Rae, could be mated to

viously, an awkward girl who stumbles and falls isn't his ideal mate. She is no one's ideal mate. That's wh

e jumbled. He

s like this strange pull. I know I felt something when I saw him, but what does that even mean? Mates? How could I be mated to someone like him? Someone so... perfect. I co

hts, someone finds their mate. The crowd parts for them. Everyone's watching, visibly happy for her, but jealous on the inside

. Mates aren't like that, right? Who am I to know anything about mates? I'm the blubbering idiot who thought she was mated to an Alpha for Goddess' sake. I hope they're ha

kind of connection. Or if I'll always be on the outside, looking in. Mates are supposed to be these perfect mat

finding someone who could see me

felt like that... That pull, that spark. I felt it. I couldn't have imagined it. But now I'm wondering if it'

throom doors just a minute ago. My eyes narrow in on them, the glasses, the elegant, red liquid that is sure to make me forget. Forget everything. Fo

d. The glasses are so close. I reach out and grab two, quickly slipping away before anyone notices. As I walk off, I can feel my hands trembling. I try to

as I try to calm myself down. I'm not supposed to be drinking alcohol, but hopefully, I'm unnoticeable enough to get away with it. I'm not hurti

a moment. My mind is still ra

d sharing intimate moments. It's clear that life is continuing, moving forward, wh

be I just need to accept that sometimes, things don't make sense. Not everythi