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Amara's POV:

I didn't know what was worse, being here alone with no one I knew, or that I was caught staring at this sexy, delicious looking man who stared at me with no emotion.

Those hazel eyes looked as if they seen into my soul. And it was intimidating on it's own, I examined his face closer and noticed a scar on his left eye, it began at the top of his eye brow down past his eye. It was smooth, so my guess a claw mark?

I nibbled on my lip nervously, waiting. I felt very uncomfortable with this man staring, but at the same time I felt hot... Unbearably, undeniably hot. I knew what it meant, but... I admit I didn't know how to react to it.

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Thomas POV:

I continued training the men, I had just thrown Brian on his arse when this amazing scent hit me. I looked up and seen the single most beautiful woman I had ever set my eyes on standing there.

I watched as she slowly looked me over, my body sizzling to a degree that had me sweating more than I already was. When she finally looked at my face I was thankful I could keep my face emotionless, her eyes. Oh her eyes are the most clearest purple I'd ever seen, even the 'jewels' weren't as clear and beautiful as hers.

I knew instantly she was my mate, the problem was I didn't want one... Not yet anyways. I wasn't ready.

I followed her mouth, the way her perfect teeth nibbled and my own mouth watered. I had to fight the urge to suck in her full pink lip, instead I grunted.

"Who are you?" I growled.

I covered my reaction to her flinch, her lips thinned. She seemed to take a breath.

"I'm Amara Evans. Akiras friend. I'm looking for Beta Thomas." She said, her voice was soft but firm. She looked me straight in the eye which had me respect her more.

I nodded at her "you found him. Give me a moment and I'll show you to your room." And with that I turned and walked further into the training ground.

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Amaras POV:

I flinched when he growled, I know it sounds unreasonable but I knew he was my mate and it kind of hurt when he rudely asked. I don't know what I expected to be honest, my mother always told me I'd never be wanted. But I always believed that my mate when I found him, would.

I stared at his back as he just left me standing there. I can't believe he just.... left me here. I sighed in defeat and looked around. Instantly looking back at the ground when I seen the men staring at me.

I kicked the dirt a bit, until I noticed two feet in front of me. I knew it wasn't Thomas, his scent smelt Smokey, and masculine. This smelt more...musky?

I looked up, and bluish grey eyes stared back. This man had a dirty blonde hair color and he was light skinned, though I noticed his skin was flawless, he was simply beautiful. I then recognized him as the man who was planted on his butt.

He flashed a killer smile at me, and my eyes automatically zoomed in on the cute dimples. "I'm Brian Andrews. And you are?" He asked me sweetly.

I smiled back in return, "I'm Amara Evans."

His smile widened, "it's a pleasure Miss Evans."

I shook my head slightly "just Amara, please." I didn't like being called Miss Evans. For some reason it reminded me of my mother.

He chuckled, and nodded "well then Amara, call me Brian." He grabbed my hand and attempted to bring it to his mouth to kiss when suddenly he was gone.

When I snapped my eyes up, Thomas was there glaring at Brian and Brian was on his butt, again. I opened my mouth to say something but I was interrupted.

"You have training to do, Brian." He grounded out his name while he glared. When he turned his piercing eyes to me I froze. "And you, don't distract my men!" He scolded.

My mouth dropped open in outrage. Distracting his men?! I was simply standing where he left me! And as I was about to give him a piece of my mind, he bent down grabbing my bags and walked away. I stood there a good 10 seconds before I followed after him.

The man was fast I tell you, by time I finally caught up he was up the stair case. When he stopped and opened a door he ushered me in. I looked around the room and smiled slightly. It was nice, not too large but comfortable for one person.

I heard my bags hit the floor and I turned around to see Thomas watching me, so I glared. He seemed amused by my glare and it only made me more mad.

"I have ground rules for you" he began "Do not under any reason leave the pack grounds for any reason. Do not bother, nor distract the men. I need them trained in battle not trained in babysitting a woman." He paused.

I fumed silently, biting my tongue so I didn't interrupt. Yet.

"I personally do not want to be bugged by a clingy... woman" I knew he wanted to say something else. "I am ONLY doing this for Akira. And for now that is all." He turned and started to walk away.

Once he got to the door I began my own "I do not take orders from you, Beta. I understand my being here seems to be a inconvenience to you. But do not worry I will not bug your men least of all you." I smirked when he looked at me a bit shocked.

Thats right, you want to play this way, I will to. You hurt me by you silent rejection and make it obvious I'm a burden then I will prove I'm not. Even though on the out side I seemed confident and intact, inside I was shattered. My mother was right, I'm worthless... not even my true mate wants me...

He now had control of his emotions and he looked at me almost bored "dinner will be served here to you, no reason for you to come down with all the unmated men." He said simply, and left shutting the door.

And that, had stabbed the dagger deeper into my chest. I bit my lip hard blinking the tears away.

I will not cry.

I will not cry.

I will not.... cry.

I chanted it over and over as I unpacked my bags, it wasn't much so it didn't take long. Once I had finished I laid down on the unbelievably comfy bed, I was instantly asleep. I barely remember a woman coming with my dinner and sending her away because I wasn't hungry. Some ate when depressed, but I slept. It helped me, most of the time.

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Thomas POV:

I stood down stairs, thinking over my conversation with Amara. I had decided to make sure she stayed out of my way, basically to isolate her. Which is why I told her not to come down.

I admit I was a ass to her, purposely but I really couldn't do this... I hated that pain of hurt in my chest when she agreed to not be a burden to me before I left.

I had asked Edna, our healer to take her food. But a moment later Edna returned with the tray of food.

"Did the Miss priss not like the dinner?" I asked gruffly.

Edna looked at me a bit disappointed, this old woman knew many, many things. And I now knew, she knew Amara and I are mates.

"No, she did not dislike the food. That would require her to eat it." She said. "She isn't hungry, which is not surprising." She said it sternly, and criptically.

I arched a brow, the woman had been on a plane for who knows how long and then has spent almost the entire afternoon upstairs without anything. How could she not be hungry?

I suddenly felt concerned for her health but quickly shook it away. "Hmm" I hummed and walked away while Edna shook her head at me.

It was nearly 4am before I retired up the stairs, when I found myself stopping outside the room I placed Amara in. I wondered if she was alright, but then I sighed and continued walking to my own room two doors down. I got in bed, closed my eyes and all I seen was her beautiful face and eyes. Thinking about her sexy little body that curved in all the right places, her hips slightly rounded, leading to her small waist that I'm sure my hands found fit around, to the curve of her nice lusious-.

I shot up in my bed, rubbing my face as I shook away the thoughts. Why the hell am I seeing her in my head? I looked down at the now tented sheet, mini me had become affected by the images which frustrated me more.

I knew sleep was a long time coming..