Alpha’s Badass Mate novel

---- He had promised Ashly to be her forever, and he meant it. Alex knew he'd messed up, but he had to believe that there was some way to make it up to his mate. He will tell Ashly everything. If he'd been thinking straight, he wouldn't have gone to Ashly's house. An omega's home was a sacred, safe space, one they were fiercely protective of. It was beyond rude to show up unannounced , and entering without permission was the worst sort of violation .

But Alex had an Ashly scent on his jacket and seven years worth of regrets choking him, and he didn't think. The door was still open when Alex came up the stairs, and he just stepped inside and called, "Ashly." Ashly bared her teeth as she turned, and her words came out in a growl. "What are you doing here? Fuck off, get out, Alex, or ] WILL KILL YOU." "Give me ten minutes , please , Ashly ," Alex begged , stepping forward.

It took several steps before he realized that he was inadvertently forcing Ashly backwards and that Ashly's hackles were rising more with every step. Alex stopped and finished awkwardly, "Let's talk. Please" "T've got nothing to say to you except business." Ashly snapped and then reached out and shoved Alex, making him stumble back a step. "Get out! Don't you fucking understand your piece of sh*t? I fucking hate ---- you." Alex blinked stupidly at her.

The house was filled with his omega scent, and it was making him dizzy." You're angry," he mumbled, like he hadn't realized it before. Of course, Ashly was angry. Of course, she was seething. Alex said he would be gone for two months and then didn't come back for seven years. He didn't blame Ashly for being angry. Alex deserves this; he deserves all this hatred. He hurt Ashly. "Have you been skipping meals again, Ashly?

When did you eat last time?" Alex asks with a lot of love, which makes Ashly even more angry. Ashly's keys creaked ominously as she clenched her fist around them. "It's none of your business ."" The growl in her voice grew deeper, rumbling in her chest, daring Alex to try anything. She was posturing, puffing herself up so she'd seem larger, trying to make herself a threat. But all Alex could see was that the woman he loved was in pain.

There was something tugging in his chest, telling him to fix it and take care of his mate. It wasn't often that Alex's alpha instincts flared up like that, and when they did, he was almost helpless to stop them. He was moving before he realized it, skirting around Ashly in search of the kitchen. He barely heard Ashly growl, "What are you doing?" After that, she switched into curses so quickly that ---- Alex couldn't have understood her anyway.

He hung up his suit jacket and reached for the fridge. Ashly kicked it closed again, catching Alex's fingers and finally snapping him back to the present. To the fact that he'd just invaded Ashly's sacred, private space and acted like he belonged there, after Ashly had made it very obvious that he wasn't welcome. Ashly's scent was sour, like the acrid smell of burning plastic. She was still baring her teeth. "What do you want from me? Have you not messed up enough already?

Just get out of my house, Alex. What the fuck do you want?" she asked. Alex hesitated . Right then, right that second, all he wanted was to take care of Ashly like he did before, like he did three months ago. To feed her, wrap her up in blankets, and cuddle her until that acidic fear- anger-hurt smell dissipated. "Mum?" Shock, worry, and terror twisted Ashly's scent and twisted her face.

She backed out of the kitchen and then turned, and Alex followed to see her scooping up achild from the landing at the base of the stairs. The child was young-maybe six or seven years old- and had ashy, wispy hair. 'Who is he, and why is he calling Ashly Mom?" And why does Ashly look so scared ? Why does she smell ---- scared?! There was a woman on the stairs , dressed in a soft cardigan and jeans, her long hair braided back from her face. She ducked her head and murmured , "I'm sorry, Madam.

He heard you come home and wanted to greet you. He already finished his homework, and I already make him eat fruits." "It's fine, Jenny," Ashly said, and then jerked her head towards the stairs. "Baby, go inside your room; Mom will be back in seconds..." "Ok, Mom, but you better come quickly ; I miss you and I want to tell you what happened in school, and where is my hug? I want my hug now." Ashly smiled at her son and hugged him tightly. Jenny bowed and disappeared up there.

When Ashly returned her attention to Alex, her scent was still acidic, but the child's face was pressed into her shoulder , and little arms wrapped around her neck. Alex swallowed, staring helplessly. Was this why Ashly hadn't wanted to talk to him? Had she moved on that quickly? If the child was six, she might have waited a year before she decided that Alex wasn't coming back. Maybe she'd found someone who made her happy. If she had, then Alex would have stepped down.

He would give up and let Ashly be happy. Maybe Adom, whom Alvin is talking about, is Ashly's