Alpha's Married Human Mate

Salara’s POV“Salara.” The sound of Henry’s voice makes its way to me in the kitchen from his place on the couch in the living room. “Derrick will be here soon.” Henry continues without waiting for a response from me. “Is dinner almost ready?”Sucking in a breath of air, I bite my tongue to prevent myself from replying with the words I really want to say. ‘Dinner would move along alot faster if you were in here helping me.’ But of course I couldn’t say that because wives are supposed to obey their husbands and hide away any feelings of discontent that they feel. If I had known that this would be my life five years ago when Henry asked me to marry him, I never would have said yes. I should have left him after that first night when he yelled at me for not having dinner ready when he came home from work. I had seen his type before and I had a feeling it wasn’t a one time thing. The foolishness of being young is no excuse for sticking through five years of being emotionally beaten down

Salara’s POVHenry pulls me in close to his side, causing uneasiness to settle in the pit of my stomach. “Stop drooling over our guest, it is embarrassing.” He tells me before pulling away and shoveling food in his mouth. My eyes cast downwards towards my plate, afraid of angering Henry more than I already have. Since the moment that Derrick made his way into my kitchen, I have been unable to tear my eyes away from him. Each time that I would try, I would find my eyes drawn right back to him. I quietly pick at my food silently as Henry continues to talk business with Derrick in between bites of food. I can feel Derrick’s eyes boring holes into me periodically, but I refuse to look up from my plate of food. When dinner is finally complete, I stand to start clearing away the table quickly in order to escape the feelings that Derrick has been stirring up in her by just being near. Derrick offers to help clear away the dishes, but Henry waves him away, inviting him into his office for

Salara’s POVNerves wrack my body as we make the long trek to where Derrick’s pack lives in the hidden woods of Kansas. The trip is a four hour drive, and every second of it spent trapped in the car with Henry was like a thousand tortures. Henry reminded me repeatedly that the only reason that I am coming along on this trip is to tell Derrick that I am not interested in being his mate. That I love my husband and will not leave him for another man. My heart breaks at the thought of saying any of those things to Derrick. Even though I hardly know him, it is like I have known him all of my life. My soul has been calling out to his since the moment that he stepped through my kitchen doorway. Could this be the mate bond that I have read so much about in my books?Whatever it is, it is not something that I want to give up on. But I have no choice but to go along with what Henry demands of me because if I don’t then he will alert the media about werewolves and show them where Derrick’s pa

Derrick’s POV“Would you like a tour of the pack grounds?” I address my question to Henry, but really I am more interested in whether Salara wants to look around or not. She was quiet all throughout lunch, barely eating and mostly staring down at her hands in her lap. Henry grabs ahold of Salara’s hand, pulling her close to his side. “We drove all of this way, it would be a shame not to take a look around.” He says, placing a kiss on Salara's forehead. ‘Let me out Human.’ Hunter growls in my mind. ‘I will tear out his tongue and shove it down his throat until he chokes. I will rip his throat out with my jaws and bath in the blood that spurts from the open wound. I will-” I immediately cut him off, feeling his murderous emotions begin to seep into me. ‘Calm down Hunter.’ I tell him. ‘We will not be ripping out anyone’s throat.’ Despite how much I really want to. ‘I heard that last thought.’ Hunter says, chuckling. Realizing that I have been just standing there on the porch staring

Derrick’s POVHearing a curse word coming out of Salara’s mouth with that much venom was not something that I was expecting. Salara has been nothing but timid and obedient when it comes to her husband and I must admit that the fire I see in her eyes as she glares at her husband has my cock twitching in my jeans. Henry jumps from his seat on the bench, his angry eyes meeting Salara’s angry orbs, disapproval clear in his features. “There is no need for such language Salara.” He says, his lips thinning into a line. I watch in aww as more anger begins to burn in Salara’s eyes, causing them to sparkle in the daylight. Pink flushes her cheeks as she takes in deep breaths to calm her growing anger. This side of Salara is widely more appealing than the meek little miss that is at her husband’s beck and call. This fire inside of Salara must be why the Moon Goddess felt that she was the right mate for me, and here I was stupidly questioning why the Moon Goddess would saddle me with such a ti