Mated To The Scarred Alpha

LEAH

Aiden’s scent grows stronger as I walk towards Princess Layla’s room, my head bowed and face glued to the floor. I never dare raise it or the Alpha would get angry.

I smell my mate again, his scent so close that it is almost as if he is right inside Layla's room. I fumble with my fingers as I think about it. It's quite unusual of him to come looking for me. Usually, I'm the one trying to get his attention whenever I see him at the warriors’ training everyday.

“What could have brought him here?” I quiz myself as I move closer to the room, his scent and hers drawing me into muffled grunts and moans.

“Layla, can I come in?"

No answer.

I hold my breath, my heart hammering against my ribs as I press my ear closer to the door, the groans and moans growing louder.

“Maybe I’m just being paranoid” I try convincing myself. . “Maybe she’s watching a movie, or just moving things around, maybe…”

“Oh baby, harder!” My ears snap up as Layla’s eerie voice cuts through the rambling in my head.

“This better not be what I'm thinking,” I mutter.

Swallowing hard, I twist the handle, pushing the door open. And there they are, my mate and the woman who has made my life nothing but a living hell, on top of each other.

The basket of roses I carry drops to the floor with a thud as the thick and suffocating scent of their sweat hits me. My stomach twists violently, as I try to make sense of the sight before me.

“Aiden”, I call out dryly.

His head snaps towards me, his blue eyes widening in shock.

“What the hell are you doing?” Layla hisses, yanking the sheets over her body.

My mouth hangs open as I watch my mate stare at me blankly, his face holding no shame or remorse whatsoever.

“You don't know how to knock? she screeches, her echoing in my ears. “And where the hell are the roses I sent you to fetch?”

“Roses?” I stare emptily. The word pounds hard at my chest as I try to remember how I walked into this unfortunate situation in the first place. It’s as if my brain has gone numb.

This morning, I woke up from the little sleep I was able to get after mopping the house floors all night to meet Layla’s guard at my door. She never speaks to me in the morning. She says I'd infect her day with my bad luck. It isn't enough that I am the only werewolf in the pack who can't shift, I’m also the harbinger of evil.

“The Alpha’s daughter would like fresh wild roses. Make yourself useful and go get them now,” the guard barked at me.

I bolt into the woods immediately trying to get the flowers as fast as I can. If I don't get them to her in time, I'll have to suffer another