Unexpected Destined Mate

Alex belonged to the type of men from whom women lost their heads, literally flocking like bees to honey, be it she-wolves or human girls. Amelia, to her own shame, belonged to this category of unfortunates, although she tried with all her might to neutralize his influence in her direction. She knew her inferiority and did not want to become a laughing stock in his eyes.

She was still furious and very irritated by the fact that he dared to reject her when she was madly in love with him. Thank God that she met the witch Svetlana on her life path in time and was able to hide not only her scent, but also her feelings for him.

Amelia knew perfectly well who she was to Alex, but she understood that a girl like her was not worthy of being next to the head of the pack. Her rivals would simply kill her and they would be right. A strong she-wolf should stand next to a true Alpha, and not a mental cripple, which she was.

The girl smiled charmingly at the receptionist at the hotel and seductively blinked her eyelashes. This trick always worked and this time it did not fail her.

"Excuse me. I am going to meet my fiancé, Alpha Alex Moretti. I want to give him a little surprise," she babbled innocently, looking straight into her eyes.

"Oh! Yes, Alpha, I understand. But I didn't know that Alpha Moretti was engaged. As far as I know, nothing was written about it in the press. Otherwise, I would have known."

"Don't worry, they will definitely write about it soon, I'll try!" the girl thought slyly, smiling to herself.

"You're right. Alpha is very rich and does everything to ensure that no one, especially the press, invades his private life.

Amelia pulled out of her purse the only piece of evidence she could get her hands on - a photograph from Alex's grandfather's funeral. It showed only her and the future Alpha of the pack, who was leaning towards the girl.

From the outside, it may seem that the photo captured him looking at her tenderly, but in fact, at that moment, Alex only wanted one thing - for her to disappear into thin air and not disgrace him with her appearance.

The young she-wolf smiled charmingly and showed the only photo to the man standing in front of her.

"As you may know, the press does not leave us alone. That is why I want my fiancé and I to spend this evening alone. Before the journalists find out about this. I will be very grateful to you for your help."

"Of course, mem." The porter returned the photo to Amelia and handed her a form to fill out.

"Please fill out the form, indicating your full name, address, and country of residence."

The girl was noticeably agitated, which did not go unnoticed by the elderly porter. Having calmed her anxiety, she smiled at the man and resorted to a trick that always helped her out in such cases.

"I'm very sorry, but I felt sick on the plane and had to take off my contact lenses," she lied without batting an eyelid. "They are disposable, can't be worn anymore, and my glasses are somewhere in my luggage, and besides, they don't suit a young girl like me. Without the lenses, I can't see where I should write. Would you be so kind as to enter my details directly into the computer, bypassing this procedure?"

The receptionist smiled.

"Of course, mem," she repeated.

Having presented her documents to the elderly hotel employee, she waited for her details to be entered into the list of guests. The procedure did not take too long and after about five minutes she had the key to the room in her hands.

"Thank you very much," Amelia thanked.

"Alpha Moretti is staying in the penthouse. I will arrange for your luggage to be delivered to your room."

"Oh, that will be just wonderful! But I have one more request for you - please cancel all visits to the room. I think my fiancé and I will have something to do," with these words, the girl smiled charmingly.

"As you say, mem," the porter grinned and shook her head.

Without wasting a minute, Amelia headed for the elevators. She was slightly shaking with excitement, but the girl coped well with her next role. A quiet melody of the signal informed her of arrival on the right floor and the elevator doors silently opened.

Having walked along a rather long corridor, Amelia entered the room without any problems and immediately ordered champagne. Having nothing better to do, she walked around the room several times and stopped at the window, enchanted by the view that opened up.

The city lived its own life. Crowds of purists scurried along the winding streets,

Glancing from time to time into the boutiques located on the first floor of cozy buildings. The colorful villas in the distance attracted attention with their sophistication and looked like pictures on postcards. And the setting sun illuminated everything that its rays reached in orange, pink, and yellow shades. Incredible beauty.

Now Amelia sincerely regretted that she could not sketch this beauty. At home, she would certainly take up a brush, but not here. No one knows about her little hobby, which brings her peace. Amelia loved to draw since childhood and honed her skills every year. Only no one has ever seen her numerous paintings, which she carefully kept in her apartment.

The young she-wolf regretfully looked away from the window and headed towards the bed. Running her hand over the bedspread, she involuntarily thought about the girls who brighten up the nights of the young alpha. He must have lost count of the countless beauties.

It was painful for Amelia to learn the details of Alex's nightlife every time because they were connected by the Goddess herself. If the measures she took to prevent a man from recognizing her as the real thing worked on him, then she could do nothing about her attraction.

If you look at the truth, Amelia had no idea why everyone liked having sex so much. She, a she-wolf, was alien to these hobbies. She tried to get closer to other wolves a couple of times, but she was uncomfortable. Everything caused a feeling of disgust - touches, kisses, hugs.

Maybe it was all about the truth, which she managed to learn before Alex learned about it. Be that as it may, in the girl's life there was only flirtation and nothing more. All the novels attributed to her by journalists, she simply ignored.