The Wrong Alpha

JUNE MORENO.

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August 23, 2023.

10:23 PM

The Alpha King’s residence.

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I do not remember at what point my dream engagement became a nightmare but I knew it started with that proud smile on my mother’s face that I so desperately spent most of the night wanting to wipe off.

She was happy.

Happy that I was chosen to be the future Luna Queen of our pack. Gracefully talking to the invited guests at MY ceremony. This was my shine but she was oh so victoriously taking it, making it obvious that my engagement was a business transaction between the ruling Alpha king and our family and that they had control over it.

She’d asked me to sit like the pretty figure head I would be for the next few years till the marriage rites are finally performed and I become the Luna Queen after the current Alpha king steps down.

I was to wave when necessary. Smile when courtesy demands it. Bow but not too much, I don’t want to make it seem like I am a pushover because I was young. Her words, not mine.

I’ve been a sucker for rules. Especially the ones that have bound me for so long and ones that I knew benefitted me but that night, it felt too unfair to be controlled by those rules. It felt too sad to be a stickler for them.

I felt stupid for sitting above the podium…alone and watching everyone else having the time of their life below me. Drinking to my “good luck” and “ success” at snagging the Alpha prince.

The seat beside me was empty even as it was meant for my so-called Alpha Prince and future husband. . And it has been like that for most of the night. The last time I saw him was when everyone at the party gathered round to make a toast to our future and he disappeared right after.

My father was somewhere down there too, laughing out of his heart as his only dream had finally come to pass. A high rank was in it for him in the pack as well as a boost in the business. Since my father owned one of the biggest businesses in the pack, he gets to have monopoly in that market.

I stayed above all of them and didn’t feel as powerful as I should feel. Didn’t feel as confident as I should feel on a day like this.

Now don’t get me wrong, I liked Jace.

I’ve always liked him.

He was your flirty next door bad boy but with a charm that made up for every single heart he has broken.

I had a huge crush on him and we’ve been friends long before we knew our parents were planning on getting us married to each other. Jace was just the same age as I was,18 and he has done nothing but talk endlessly about how he wanted to feel what the mate bond was and not just get married to someone because his family demanded it. You’d think he wasn’t the same guy who has made many of the school girls cry in the bathroom stalls.

On my own part, I couldn’t care less for the mate bond.

I was wolfless.

What was left of me was a result of a freak accident when I was just a pup. I had lost all of my werewolf senses. Nothing stayed. Not the heightened sense of smell. Not the sharp eyesight and not even the hearing. I was just..me.

I lost it all.

It was a miracle I was still alive. But it was also a miracle that the werewolf community has reduced the chastity of the mate bonds to nothing and not having a wolf didn’t make me ostracized by the pack.

Unlike Jace, I couldn’t dream of meeting my mate when I didn’t have what it took to be with him. It helped that the mate bonds weren’t as revered as they used to be.

Now, money and power was what controlled our world.

I liked Jace. I wanted him. Spending the rest of my life with him was no big deal for me.

What I didn’t like and didn’t want was to be in a position where I would be seen and not heard. Heck, I had a lot of things to say and the ears of everyone in the hall would probably bleed at the profanities and obscenities that would leave my lips.

“Shhh, she’ll hear you.”

My thoughts gave way for my ears to finally catch on to something else since I sat here.

I turned my head just in time to see them. There were three of them, they looked my age and they were by the table that was close to the podium.

I’d never seen them. Heck, I’d never met half of the guests at my own ceremony and there were a lot of them making it even more obvious that this ceremony wasn’t about me but about the connections everyone who had come was there to make.

I could have been less bothered about the girls if I didn’t know who they were talking about. Me.

“Oh, who cares? She’s a pushover anyway.”

One of them hissed. I couldn’t tell which one but I could tell she was as vile as the words she said, intending for me to hear them.

“How could she just sit still? Her so-called husband doesn’t even care enough to be at their ceremony.”

They laughed. Cackled. Ugly strings of throaty sound that burned my insides.

“Wanna know something?” Another asked. They huddled in, a pointless move if she was going to say it loud enough for me to hear anyway, “I fucked Jace.”

They gasped. All fake expressions of shock and then more crude laughter. My fists tightened by my sides, gripping my velvety red gown so hard the material strained.

I let the words get to me because I knew they were true.

“I bet she has never even seen his dick.”

“You think Jace would fuck a girl like her? She’s got a rich father, that’s all that is to her.”

“Where the hell is he anyway? Oh, I know. Hiding from his pathetic Luna.”

More laughter.

And that was it. That was as much as I could take. The girls could have made it their business to stick their noses in mine but I was going to handle things my own way. I was going to prove myself to them and anyone else who cares that I at least held the reins to the control in my life.

But I wasn’t going to do it while I was sober.

I shot up like electricity had bolted through me. The girls scrambled off upon the movement I made and I went for their table. There were at least three different brands of alcohol. I was too angry, too blinded by it to care about the names.

I’d never drank before but there was a first time for everything. Just like there would be a first time with Jace right now. I was done waiting around.

One.

Shit…it burned and left a bitter taste on my tongue down my throat and had me wondering why people drank so much when it tasted this terrible.

Two. Red as blood.

Three. Sweet yet sour.

Four.

It took four shots of unknown drinks to quench the flame of the words the girls said with every intention of me hearing them.

My plan was simple. To show them that I was no pushover. My parents may have chosen this life for me but it wasn’t entirely on them if I have always liked Jace too. I needed to feel like I had control too.

The effects of the drinks kicked in pretty fast.

The world above me split into multiple spheres like different universes other than earth were coming to play. The chandeliers overhead looked like they were made of liquid gold, dripping and shimmering with every movement that I made forward.

The guest…oh, my lovely guests were like a mirage of colors blending into one another. The slow music that filtered into my ears was the only thing that made sense in my state as it complimented the made up world in my head with a magical jig.

The alcohol coursed through my veins and I swear I bumped into a couple of shoulders and the sound of “hey”… “watch it” followed me across the room. There was only one thought in my head. Get to Jace. Find Jace.

Jace. Jace. Jace, like a fucking mantra!

My brain was clear enough to understand that I needed to avoid my mother and her preachings of invisibility and shit. I slipped away from the hall and into the long hallway of the Alpha King’s home.

My destination was Jace’s room, the only place he could since the doors had been locked to prevent anyone from going in and out since the ceremony began.

As I stumbled along the path to his room, voices echoed in my head. Predominantly the voices of the girls from earlier.

The voices didn’t stop. Not even when I found Jace’s room. They followed me as I stumbled through the darkness, feeling my way along the walls of what I assumed was my future husband’s room.

The room was shrouded in darkness and I should have turned the lights off but doing it while sober and with the lights off felt like the best idea.

My fingers felt the wall from all the way up, down to the soft bed and I grinned upon finding it. I climbed and just like I had guessed, Jace was right on the bed.

I started to take my gown off.

“Do—youuuu know wha—they said abou me?” I slurred so badly even for my own ears.

I struggled to take off the stupid corseted dress and fell over Jace a few times.

“Sowy…sowy…” I said each time I fell on his strangely unfamiliar body.

And then I started to cry. God, I didn't know why but the tears just couldn’t stop falling.

“Jace? Are you asleep? Please…touch me.”

I reached for his hands and put them over my breasts after I had managed to free them from the corset. The hand…it was huge and felt different but since nothing made sense anyway, I ignored it.

I knew he wasn’t asleep when his hands kneaded my breast and my head slung back.

“Please…kiss me.” I begged. Needy. Desperate.

And he did. He rose with me straddling his thighs and eyes the color of iron met mine. They were every bit as strange as the hands that groped me. Were Jace’s eyes always this beautiful?

It didn’t matter when he kissed me. Harsh and hard.

And then I begged one last time, “Please…fuck me.”

And he did.

So much that I ignored the buff chest I ran my hand over, forgetting that it was too ripped to belong to Jace who was my age and had only just begun his Alpha training.

I ignored the hair I ran my hands through, lost in the haze of the alcohol and pleasure to remember that Jace’s hair was never that long. And even though I never touched it, it could never have been that soft either.

I ignored the huge hands that gripped me and touched me in the most carnal ways, forgetting that I had held Jace’s hands so many times and they didn’t feel so protective. Possessive. They didn’t own me or feel so perfect wrapped around me.

And then the voice when he eased into me.

“Fuck…you’re a virgin.”

Raspy and rough like sandpaper. Enough to make me snap out of my reverie yet all it did was urge me on. All it did was make me revel in the pain and pleasure I was deriving all at once.

All it did was drive me over the edge and then caused me to topple over. I cried harder than I did when I first pleaded with Jace to Fuck me. I cried even as he held me to sleep. I cried because even though I finally did it, it didn’t give me the satisfaction I thought it would. It still didn’t make me feel like I had control over my life.

I woke up the next hour to a raging headache and to the distant sound of my name. I was sober enough to recognize those voices. My parents were looking for me.

I shot up the bed to find a broad back turned to me just as he was putting on his clothes. He was tall. Huge. And looked nothing like my future husband.

It wasn’t Jace. Jace was nowhere around but the evidence of what I assumed we had shared was in between my thighs.

“Who are you? What are you doing here? Where is Jace?”

I rushed. He paused only to continue dressing up a moment later.

“Your parents are out looking for you.”

That voice…

Fuck…you’re a virgin.

No! No…no…no…it couldn’t be.

I eyed the werewolf crest on the back of the tacky red jacket he was shrugging on. It was the familiar uniform belonging to the Werewolf Intelligence Agency(WIA). He was a member of the WIA. An agency that was the first line of defense for the werewolf community and fought against possible threats.

And then he turned to look at me.

His features almost blew me away like they controlled the wind. Silver eyes that seized me. Long black hair that called for my hands to ruffle again.

Dear goddess…no.

I’d slept with the wrong person.

I slapped a palm over my mouth and he seemed to understand my shock as he then turned around again, wordlessly, in an attempt to leave. How could he just leave me after he slept with me? After he took advantage of me while I was drunk and stupid and…

“You’re just going to leave? Who’s going to take responsibility for this?” I yelled at him.

He stopped at the door.

“I’d never fuck a child. Even so, my cousin's fiancé.” He flat-out denied sleeping with me and walked out of the room.

My world seeped into silence knowing that Jace had only one uncle and he was older…way older than I was and I had just slept with him. I had just given away my innocence to a man by mistake and he had called me a child and denied ever sleeping with me.

I had slept with Davien Dakota.

I had slept with the wrong Alpha.

But that was only the moment before a bigger disaster.