Alpha’s Badass Mate novel

---- And because I was an idiot, I flirted back. Imagine his horror as he witnessed me touching another Alpha-sexy body and performing sexual acts on him. I was feeling some satisfaction until I saw him looking at Alpha with... anger? Is that anger? Oh, I see, he is upset with him because he has moved on and now likes me. But when his gaze shifted to mine, his expression softened. It was as if he were pleading to stop all this. Icouldn't stand it, so I went out to breathe fresh air.

Iremember the cold wind that night. It was probably because it was raining a little, and lately, the weather has been gloomy. I took some time off from Sebestian by changing my scenery. It was suffocating to see him jealous over someone who wasn't me. Does he not remember how tight he held me when we kissed months ago? My first love followed me out that night. He stood beside me, and even when I couldn't see him, I knew it was him.

He reeked of alcohol as usual, but I could also smell a familiar scent. His favorite cologne I don't know the brand or the name of it, but in my mind, I have always labeled it as Sebestian. And more like his alpha scent. "You'll get wet if you continue to stand here. Go inside. The rain will pour harder soon." I remember ---- his voice being soft and gentle. "Why do you care? I asked with a cold voice. Why are you here anyway?" "Stop flirting with him." I huffed.

"Why would I do that?" "Because I'm jealous." "Then tell him that. I do not have a say in your ex's life. You go deal with him, not me. It's him who keeps bugging me and..." "T'm not jealous of you. I'm jealous of him." Ican still remember finding what he said to be confusing. My thoughts were swirling , and my head was starting to spin. I was already drunk, having consumed more bottles of beer than I could recall, and it is not amusing that he is playing with my mind in this manner.

"What's that supposed to mean?" "You're the biggest idiot in the world, Allen." That's when I realized I was probably dreaming. Sebestian , the man I've been in love with for seven, almost eight years, finally called me by my full name. He usually calls me Al, or bastard, or idiot, but now he just calls me Allen. "Fuck you, Sebestian," I said instead, choosing a safer ---- response to what he just said. He just chuckled.

There was a wave of silence as the rain, just like Sebestian said earlier , started to pour down a little harder. I hugged myself , tightening my denim jacket around my body as a cold wind gushed around my face. "T like you." Yes, this is definitely a dream, I remembered myself thinking. Or maybe I was hearing things wrong. Did he just say that? "T've liked you since ninth grade."