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The Beta And His Human Mate.

{WARNING! MATURE CONTENT} PROLOGUE:  Alan yelled, his voice shuddering through his mate's heart, "You are mine and nobody else’s." “I am not yours! Are you insane?” Eleanor questioned while inspecting him. She was puzzled by the man's bizarre behavior in front of her. "I am aware that you enjoy dancing, but I make a distinction between the dance you teach and the one I just witnessed you perform.” Oh, so this was the reason for the yelling. She nearly chuckled as she told him, "This little dance is nothing," but she bit her lip when she saw a severe scowl on his face. “How many dicks do you think didn’t get hard from that little dance you did?” He was staring at her with glares that seemed to want to peer into her soul. He wasn't joking; he could smell every hot male in the room, desiring to have her. "It is all in your head!” She equally shouted, her voice loud as she continued, "I won't stop dancing just because it makes you jealous.” “Oh, you'd do that. And I'm not Jealous either!” Even though he shouted those words, the jealousy that was seething inside of him beckoned him to dispute his words. "I'm still not over the ruse you pulled on me when you misled me to think you purchased Hermosa. Trust me, if you try anything stupid, that's where I'll draw the line between us.” Both of their chests tightened at the mere prospect of being apart. “Huh! Do you believe getting rid of me is so simple? It would require one of us to pass away because the connection between you and me is too strong- stronger than you think.” “Then quit being a jerk, please!” Her comments caused him to painfully clamp his fingers into his palms. “You should also stop your sensual dances, I say! We would stop this argument if you agreed your dances seduce men.” Eleanor's face became hot with rage at that. The fact that Alan's jealousy grew every day was beyond her comprehension and she knew that this fight would not end anytime soon. Every time Alan watched her dancing, he felt the possessive trait that every werewolf experienced for his mate. What kind of dance would she be doing if he wasn't present, too?   Even without dancing attractively, she was enough to draw attention by simply standing there still. He should now begin remodeling all prisons and dungeons to his comfort because he was certain that he would kill someone one of these days. ****** When a father offered his life to save another, fates were forever altered. One was a human, the other a werewolf: She'll show you dance moves you've never seen before if you give her the beat! Eleanor has a carefree and friendly demeanor, and guests are always warmly greeted by her friendly demeanor. But beneath that lovely grin lurks a volcano waiting to erupt if prodded. Alan is a powerful Beta- adept at business, and everything he touches flourishes. His accompanying extras are fame and fortune. While Eleanor vows that she will never forgive Alan and his brothers for the humiliation and anguish she had endured at their hands, she found herself getting drawn to him the more. Alan, on the other hand, was conflicted about Eleanor's work and got divided between changing who she is and what she values the most. Is there going to be a battle if the powerful meet the insane? Or will an unforeseen sequence of events bring harmony to a couple doomed from the start? Would this cause them to grow apart even though they are mated? Who, after all, is this evil she-wolf, also hunting for any chance to harm this human? ***** Join discord : https://discord.gg/7TJWb2Qm

Chrissie_Swift · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
217 Chs

Eleanor looking sexy in Diana’s dress.

When Jackson advised Alan to trust him to offer him the finest guidance, Alan regarded him with suspicion since he believed Jackson would provide better advice.

He quickly saw, though, that asking any of his brothers was a mistake. After he spoke, he shook his head, disappointed.

For the remainder of the night, Alan and Eleanor tossed and turned in bed. Eleanor was upset because she believed Alan or Scott—she was still unsure of why he claimed to be Scott the other day—had repeatedly seduced her and then left her.

 

Alan's excuse was, of course, crystal clear.

The next day, she found some clothes waiting for her when she exited the restroom. She dropped the towel as she danced to the bed.

Later, she changed into the Midi dress, a green maxi and mini garment that showed off her shoulders while concealing her sleeves. The garment had been slashed such that it exposed her left thigh.

Eleanor stood in front of the mirror and rotated to examine the dress from all sides and angles, adoring it. She was delighted, and a big smile sprang on her face.

She saw the strangest imagery on Alan's face when he saw her in the dress for the first time. She wanted him to check her out because she looked wonderful in the clothing.

Alongside the bed, there was a pair of black gladiators that she could not say she disliked even if they were not her style.

A little while later, the men's mother knocked on the door and entered with a friendly grin. Eleanor couldn't help but return the woman's smile.

The younger woman ran into the older woman's embrace as she opened her arms to her.

As she experienced the warmth it gave her, Eleanor nearly tore.

Both of them remained motionless for some time as if Elizabeth could tell she needed that hug more than a morning greeting.

 

"Arh sorry," Eleanor told as she distanced herself.

 

"Don't worry, I'm always here to give you a hug whenever you need it," Elizabeth declared, which earned a frown on Eleanor's face.

'Why would she tell me she would be willing to hug me whenever I needed one if she knows I'm going today?' She reasoned, 'Unless once more they are not letting me go as they promised,' and Elizabeth, as if reading her mind, immediately informed her,

"I mean, feel free to visit my house whenever you like."

She scowled once more, 'Visit this house? Not a chance!' She only thought.

'Breakfast is ready,' one of the cooks mind-linked to the Queen after allaying the food and not finding her at the dining hall.

'Sure, we'll be downstairs in a minute.' She informed them.

She led Eleanor to the door while holding Eleanor's hand and saying, "Food is ready, the others are waiting for us." she nodded at the friendly old woman.

She was aware that the woman liked her and that, for some reason, she was behaving in a significant manner. Eleanor reasoned that she might be doing that to prevent reporting her sons for what they had done to her.

The others were seated around the table and all grinned as they saw their mother and Eleanor coming down the stairs before they all noticed the clothing Eleanor was wearing.

They all turned and bowed their heads at once.

Alan, on the other hand, painfully clamped his jaws. He was prepared to snap the neck of anyone who turned to face her because his tongue tasted foul.

 Through a mind link, Scott said to Alan, 'I don't like her dress.'

Rolling his eyes, Alan retorted, 'Tell me about it.' Although he didn't like it either, they were powerless to make her do anything about it.

Eleanor could still make out the frown on Alan's face, though she wasn't hoping for a comment from him or any reaction from him.

James was seated across from Alan when she moved to sit next to him.

'Who chose the clothing?' Jordan enquired as he was eating. While Eleanor was seated there, he was unable to say it aloud, so he requested through a mind link.

Andrew responded, raising the cup to his lips, 'I believe the women tending to her did.'

He was seated next to Alan, and even without turning to look at him, he could sense that Alan was upset.

Everyone feared not to look Alan in the eye after he threw his napkin on the table and put his cup back down; it was so loud.

Once more, Eleanor interpreted his action as if he found her presence repulsive. She chose to ignore him and keep eating her breakfast.

'Why did they give her a dress like that to wear?' Even though Simon was almost done with his breakfast, he chose to take a break with the last piece of bread he was eating so he could participate in the conversation.

'Now please quit acting like boys, fellas. She looks great in her clothing, which is ideal,' Only Elizabeth was able to praise her in the beginning. Eleanor's clothing was one she liked.

 

'Tiana and Kesh are in charge of looking after her, but Tiana hasn't returned from her family's holiday; it was her day off. She would return in two days. Kesh hasn't returned from the errands Daniel assigned to her either. Therefore, they cannot have picked up the clothing.' Andrew continued to chip after he realized it couldn't be any of the women assigned to take care of her.

'Why would you send one while the other went on leave when those two were specifically ordered to take care of her? Who the hell chose the dress, then?' Alan's hazel eyes changed to dark brown.