Beauty and The Beta (Bailey) novel Chapter 150

We pulled into the parking area outside the packhouse of the Silver River Pack, and I have to say I was already greatly disappointed. The pack was pathetic. Small and evidently worth very little. I could see why they were trying to marry off one of their own to an Alpha like me. Thinking it could bring something good for them. Well, I had news for them, it would not happen.

“This is a shit hole Dad.” I muttered. “Why would we even acknowledge their offer?”

“Miles, we are willing to do what it takes. You need to be willing to meet them all. You may meet the one you didn’t realize was for you.” he told me, with a knowing look. “So come on.”

I watched as my Dad stepped from the car, looking more than confident. Seemed to me that my Dad was willing to marry me off to anyone. Just to have me find a mate. Thing was, I was not about to do that. He had a plan, I knew that. But my plan was so much different to his own. And I knew that with the two combined it would spell disaster. Yet, I followed him anyway.

The moment we approached the doors of the feeble attempt at a packhouse, the doors opened, for a tall, red-headed man to walk out. I could only assume the guard at the gates had mindlinked to let them know we had arrived. “Good morning Alpha Marshall, and I assume, upcoming Alpha Miles?” the stocky man said with a brief nod of his head as if in acknowledgment.

I swallowed the bile rising in my mouth. My whole body was trembling now with the rage that flooded through me. My Dad had made me sound like a failure for an upcoming Alpha. One that my fated mate had not wanted. There was no wonder there had been so few potential mates coming forward. How dare he?! My eyes darkened as my wolf, Jet, rippled close to the surface of my skin, ready to take out his anger, but my father’s eyes darkened too, likely sensing the building fury within me.

‘Calm yourself. Do not even think of showing me up, Miles. Or all talk of you becoming Alpha is done. You are representing our pack now, do not show our pack up.’ My father mindlinked, and I knew what he had done. He had done all of this to test me. To test my self-control. He was pushing me as far as he possibly could. I glared at him, wanting nothing more than to fly at him. Free Jet to attack him, the way he deserved. But, I would not allow myself to fall for his plan. This was not going to break me. It was going to be close, but I would find a way to take out my anger another way.