Beauty and The Beta (Bailey) novel Chapter 167

I rushed out of the house, already running late for my hair appointment. I dashed down the steps of the porch when I heard a car door slam shut at the house next door and instinctively, my eyes flicked to their driveway, only to see the familiar black jeep of Miles. My heart dropped. He had avoided me since that night by the lake. Never giving me an explanation as to why he had done what he did. Other than a one-lined message.

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Sorry. But, you were never meant for me. We know that. I am going on tour to find a chosen mate. Time for us to move on.

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My heart had felt like it had broken at the sight of the message. I had clung to the hope he would come around to the idea of being with me. Wondering if what he had said in his message was just words to hurt me. It was a tactic Miles often used. He seemed to gain pleasure in seeing others suffer; and he had a vicious tongue at times. I knew he was far from a decent guy, yet I missed him terribly. The times I read and re-read his message was crazy. It didn't make sense to me. He was an Alpha. He would never have to take a chosen mate. He would be the one making the rules.

But, then when, I had then heard of the plans being made by the Alpha, my Dad and my brother too, of a tour for Miles to go around the packs of the country to meet potential mates, I realized what he had said had been the truth. He had decided, or been told, he should find a chosen mate before coming Alpha, and he would be returning home with a prospective new mate. I had been well and truly been discarded.

I was never going to be with him, and I felt my world crumbling around me. I had felt so alive when he had begun to show me attention. Yes, he was older than me, but from being a teenager, I had thought he was truly amazing. A real heartthrob. Like so many young she-wolves… well, probably not just the young she-wolves, if rumors were anything to go by… Miles liked the ladies, and the ladies liked him.

So, when he began to pay me compliments, and seek me out at events, I felt privileged. I naively believed he must want me. Must be interested in me. However, now with how he has treated me, I can not help but wonder if he had ulterior motives. My head had been all over the place since he had been treating me like this, and even more since the event at the lake...

However, I had since heard that Miles had returned from this so-called tour early, having ordered his Dad that it was not what he wanted. I was shocked. Everyone knew that Miles did not like being told what to do, but for him to stand up to his Dad in such a way was crazy. But, it was typical Miles. He was getting tired of being kept waiting for his Alpha title, and he was beginning to show it in his actions. But, hearing he had refused to take a chosen mate... well, let me just say, it gave me hope that he may consider me again… I could be a chosen mate if he would only look close enough! I know I could make a perfect mate for him...

But, I had not seen him since he had returned. Scared of how he might react to me, considering how he had treated me. All until now. His eyes zoned in on me, as I almost stumbled on the last step of the porch, quickly steadying myself. I saw him smirk. I felt his eyes flickering across my body, dressed in short denim cut-offs and a little white cropped top, a lot of my body was on display, exactly the way he liked…

“Begging for it, aren’t you Morgan dressing like that?” he sneered, leaning against his car, and I turned to look at him with disgust.

“What is that meant to mean?”