Page 6 of Her Bully Alpha

I tugged at my tie, irritated. Why the hell did I have to wear this fucking thing? It wasn't like it would matter how I looked in the end. The marriage was pretty much chiseled into stone. I could look like I rolled out of bed, and she would still be stuck with me.

I could hear Henrik's words, though, repeating in my head. “You want to look good for your wife. Don't you want to impress her? This could be the first time you guys ever see each other, and she's going to remember this moment for the rest of her life. I'm sure she dressed for the occasion, and you should do the same.”

I rubbed a hand over my face not in the mood to face the entire Council. It was one thing for me to run into Ralph and Jennisa, but entirely another to run into the rest. Since each pack had two members of the Council that were designated to keep in touch with, I had figured out how to handle them, but I didn’t know how to with the entire group.

The door opened before I could tug the tie off. I shoved the tie into my pocket as I walked inside. I froze as my eyes landed on Sam sitting in a chair across the Council. My stomach dipped.

What the hell was she doing here? Did the lady at the front desk tell me to go into the wrong room?

I looked at the Council and then back at her. Sam looked white, ready to hurl her breakfast. Her eyes snapped away from mine and towards the Council. I watched her hands curl into tight fists and anger simmer over her face.

She made a laughing sound. "Jay? You're saying, I'm supposed to be married to him? This is a joke, right?"

I looked at the Council. She was who I was supposed to mate with? This was a sick joke, right? The point of this was to pick a strong human, and Jesus….Sam was not a strong human by any means. She was fragile and breakable.

Zillow yawned and leaned back in her chair. She and Zen were the ones that kept in touch with Frank. I only knew this because Frank complained about them all the time. "Yeah, it was a match made." She had a pinched face and years of stress written on her face. I could see why she annoyed Frank, she looked downright mean.

Sam laughed, but not because it was funny. "You said science made this? Well, it sure as hell did. Because there is certainly no chemistry here."

The Council scowled at Sam, but it wasn't like she cared. She looked too angry to care what the Council thought.

"Let Katie come in. She can explain the science behind this." The door to the right of them opened, and a large woman with dark brown hair entered. She smelt odd, like chemicals and spice. But she had pep in her step and stopped just at the end of the table.

She waved a hand at us. "Hello, I'm Katie Armstrong."

I scowled, crossing my arms. This chick was the person they thought would make a life-changing decision like this? She didn't look any older than me. I was expecting some old woman that was just as old as the Council, not some fresh meat that was probably just out school.

"Explain to them," Austin muttered, waving a hand. He and Olivia were wearing marching blue jackets. I recalled Aaron having a matching one as well. Maybe he’d gifted it to them in hopes to form a good connection with them. "In a way, they will understand," Austin added. “Dumb it down.”

Katie nodded. "I'm sure you've all had your basic science in school, and you learned about the different parts of bodies and cells and such."

"Yes," I muttered.

"Well, the virus is attacking your cells, but it seems to be only the female, and the target spot is the uterus. It thins the uterus wall and pretty much stops periods. Which is interesting because…"

"Katie," Ralph snapped her name, making her stiffen. She paused and frowned.

"Sorry….yes….so I used a mathematical algorithm in finding a perfect match for Jay. Everyone has sent a sample of their blood to the Council since birth, and I ran everyone's looking for the perfect ones to mix together."

I scowled. "So you just decided because our blood goes together, it's made?"

Katie shook her head. "There is so much more to it than that. Your white cells and red blood cells." Katie huffed, clearly having a hard time dumbing this down for us. "There is a lot more to it…but you're made. You guys were created almost perfectly for each other. And I highly doubt you would like me to get into the….sex part of this because I've seen your medical records."

Sam's mouth dropped open. "You've what? You looked through our medical records! Jesus, that's a huge breach of privacy!"

Katie continued to smile. "Wide hips, which are good for bearing children, and you have regular periods. Your last pap showed that you had a thick mucus..."

"Please stop," Sam pulled her hands up. “You’ve made your point.”

Katie looked towards me. "Your sperm count was high, and your sperm are all extremely healthy. You regularly exercise and eat healthily."

"I've heard enough," Sam said, waving her hands. “We’re healthy—that’s great, but that doesn’t mean we were made for each other.”

I stared at Sam, taking her in, really taking her in. She had changed a lot from the young woman I last saw.

She was wearing a long black pencil skirt and a white blouse. She had her light blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun. A few strands fell free, framing her face. She was wearing some make-up, and she looked grown up. She looked so different from the little girl who used to cling to her brother and cry and the teenager who avoided people as much as she could.

I scanned her frame to see where Katie was coming from. I didn't have her medical records, but she did have wide hips. She looked healthy, which was good, but still, she was a human. She was weaker. They couldn't honestly think she was the perfect match for me.

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