Beauty and The Beta (Bailey)

Chapter 0167

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.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

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.

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?"

Was he really commenting on my clothes?! The sun was shining and the weather so warm, so I was dressed accordingly. Who was he to say otherwise?

"Exactly what it sounded like." he chuckled. "Dressing like a hooker, you may as well be wandering around the pack offering your services to the men."

His words hit me like a spear to my heart, but I did all I could to act like they had not bothered me. "I will dress how I like. And I am perfectly covered up. Nothing on display except my legs, belly and arms. All the vital places are covered, jackass." I snarled.

His gaze darkened at my sharpness of tone, which I rarely took with him, but I would not have him insult me like that. This was how so many of the girls in the pack would dress. It was in fashion right now. Not to mention the weather was so warm...

"Easy, huh?" I laughed. "So easy, that you never had me."

I began to walk away, not willing to stand and continue being insulted by him any longer. He was the worst. But he dashed after me and soon joined me by my side, taking a tight grip upon my arm. "Don't even flatter yourself darling, if I wanted you, I would have had you. Just like that." And he clicked his fingers to show me. "Difference was, I never really wanted you."

I felt my heart clench in pain. How can he say that? The things he used to say to me, he can't have lied about it all... he had said so much...

"I wouldn't be too sure." I rolled my eyes at him.

"You suddenly seem to be awfully confident little Morgan." He tugged at my hair. "You off to meet a new man? Is that why you are all dressed up, like some cheap hooker?"

"I am not dressed like a fucking hooker. These are just the clothes I like! Clothes that are fashionable right now. Clothes that lots of she-wolves are wearing, you should know, considering half the women you have slept with wear this sort of thing." I snapped.

"Well, my new mate will not be dressing like that when she arrives next week. She will be respectable. Outside, of course, in the bedroom, my wife will be like a hooker. Doing all I ask of her..." he tells me with a smirk as my heart dropped at the mention of a new mate... they had said the tour had been called off... so how had he found a new mate? My heart clenched in pain... he would be married? And the look of pleasure upon Miles's face told me he was enjoying seeing me suffer at learning this...