Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 21

Hycinth

The perky, blonde shewolf walked in like she owned the place, nose high in the air, ignoring me completely. And then suggested she put away my new clothing in drawers which she already knew were empty-how did she know that? Was she so familiar with every damned drawer in his closet that she knew what was, and wasn’t, contained in each of them? The answer appeared to be yes.

I fumed, both at her outright disrespect in ignoring me and her clear possessiveness over him. I had no right to feel that way, given my 100% intention of somehow escaping him, but at the moment, I couldn’t tamp down my innate wolf tendencies. My Wolf was also feeling feral, a sustained growl churning through her chest.

When the little bitch emerged from the closet, I stood to my feet. I wasn’t going to have this conversation sitting down. She instantly focused on me for the first time. She tried to cover her obvious disdain with a fake smile, but her upper l*p twitched like she was having a hard time keeping it from rolling back to expose the canines underneath.

I purred, “Leander, why don’t you introduce me to your little friend.”

Her eyes flashed at my description of her as his ‘little friend.’

Leander joined me on his feet and positioned himself closely behind me, but slightly to my left, keeping me to his right, so close, I could feel the heat coming from his chest. His voice was smooth and thick with authority, “Hycinth, this is Sydney, my Delta, third in command. She oversees the shewolves and is my go-to whenever I need assistance with one of the females. The females begin their training with her, and she leads an elite team of five shewolves.”

Every word that came out of his mouth just pissed me off more. Okay, so Sydney was in charge of the female population-basically acting as his Luna.

Leander continued, “Sydney, this is Hycinth Diamonte. As you’re already aware, she comes from a strong heritage of Alphas and is my mate.”

Shock reverberated through me that he would identify me with my father’s heritage, pointing out the strong genetic code that did exist in my body. My grandfather had been legendary, virtually unbeaten in every war and every challenge. However, from the wrinkle in Sydney’s nose, it appeared his words just left a bad taste in her mouth. I wasn’t sure how she could sneer and appear polite at the same time as she purred, “Of course, Alpha Who doesn’t know who her father is?”

Yes. Her words were a clear reminder of how the members of this pack considered me. Daughter of the enemy.

“She will be attending your afternoon training session. I trust you will make her feel welcome,” Leander’s voice turned hard, not even trying to veil the threat behind his words.

She merely batted her eyelashes. “Of course. I’m looking forward to getting to know her better.” She seemed to mean her words, but not for any kind intention, more like when one sizes up their opponent.

And oddly enough, she and I still hadn’t spoken any words directly to each other. Her attention was focused 100% on him. I studied the look in her eyes…and abruptly realize the truth.

I swiveled my head to look behind me at the discarded list on the bed.

“F**k,” Leander swore under his breath.

Yep, there it was-Sydney. At the top of the list. The first name he’d given me. Interesting. So, when considering his past bed partners, she was the first person to come to his mind. I see. Her intimacy with his closet made a whole lot more sense now. Well, if he thought I was going to give a shit, he was wrong. She could have him.

I couldn’t have been more relieved when there was another knock on his door.

Ever!

Excellent, he was my babysitter now.

Without another word, I walked past Sydney and opened the door, smiling brilliantly up at Ever. He looked a little taken aback, like I might sprout a flesh-eating head and gobble him up or something. Maybe I would later if the mood hit me. But for now, I was thrilled for the excuse to get the hell out of there. Before he could say a word, I pushed against his chest making him step back away from the door, and I stepped through, happily exclaiming, “Ever! Let’s go!”

He only had time to cast a quick confused glance over my head at Leander, before I shut the door behind me and started down the hall, past him. “Shit,” he cursed and then hurried to catch up. I was already on the stairs and making my way down.

The morning spent with Ever was actually very interesting. After stopping by the kitchen, saying hello to Mimi and partaking in the most delicious cinnamon roll I’d ever tasted, we’d snuck back to Leander’s room so I could change out of my mate’s underwear and t-shirt.

I currently wore a tightfitting light blue T-shirt, black cargo pants, and combat boots-one of my favorite ensembles. A little bit warm for the season, but I’d happily endure the heat to keep as much of me covered as possible. Leander was already quite the amorous wolf, and my reactions weren’t much better-more clothing was definitely more conducive to my goal of not getting physical with him.

Once appropriately dressed, we headed out to meet various members of the pack. I didn’t mind this interaction. My Wolf enjoyed it too. Well, as much as possible. For every Wolf who appeared open and friendly, there were two more with disdain for my presence.

The afternoon rolled around, and it was time for me to ‘enjoy’ Sydney’s training session with the she-wolves. I followed alongside Ever as we walked about a half a mile away from the pack house to a large building. I took a step toward the door, but Ever stopped me, “Wait a minute. Come here.”

He pulled me to the side of the building.