CHAPTER FIVE Eleanor’s pov I stopped liking parties. I stopped liking alcohol too. Blasting music turned into poison and did raw hot buzz. Unlike many other teens, adults, and old people alike, music and alcohol stopped offering me solace. In truth, nothing has ever had since the past two years. For someone who stopped liking music, you would be wondering what I was doing at one of the wildest clubhouses in the pack all by myself with about four vodka glasses of my tequila shots and that too. Sarah left the country with her parents after the death of Alpha Donovan while Clara was away in Germany for studies. Yes, the idea of a hot burning spirit in my mouth, throat, and stomach never appealed to me, but on this night, I hoped it would give me the peace I’ve always wished for. I hoped it would lessen the pain I carried around every day and everywhere in my heart for the last two years. I hoped it would help me tame my running mind but it didn’t. Just like every other night, I was a mess of myself as I sulked away in self-loathe and pity as I sashayed shamelessly as the sample of bad luck regalia. Why was life so unfair? “Two shots of margarita, Singapore sling, and bloody Mary…two shots for each” I howled at the bartender who stood behind the bar shelf brewing drinks for his other patrons. He looked at me as though I was out of my wits already. I opened my mouth to shoot him a remark but gulped down my saliva instead when he spoke.“I think that’s enough.” He said, eyeing the empty shot glass on my front.“I think that’s none of your business and for me to decide” I shot back at him.“Aren’t you like sixteen or seventeen?”I scoffed.“Twenty… I’m twenty which means I’m old enough to make my decisions which include choosing what I want” I hissed then continued to sulk away in my misery. How did I end up being collateral for my father’s mistake? I had just finished dancing with emery but I didn’t know where she disappeared and now I wanted to go home because if my uncle or his wife found out I was gone, I would be a slice of dead meat. Right at the exit, I felt a firm hand grip my waist and before I knew it, I was being slammed against a cold hard wall. Through the glimmers of the disco light that illuminated the environment, I caught sight of my attacker, Adrian! Flashes of what happened two years ago found their way freshly to my head which made me whimper. I hated how I wanted to forget about a certain green-eyed demon who thought it was cool to abandon me immediately after deflowering me. To think he didn’t even have the decency to try to reach out to me all this time. The shameful memory was still afresh in my head starting from how I got dressed and got ready for my birthday the moment when I woke up and didn’t see him on the bed the next morning and anywhere ever since.The feel of Adrian’s palm cupping my squeezing my breast broke me out of my frenzy.“Stop… let me go” I wriggled and punched him on his arm but it was like a pat on his shoulders. He was strong and hard as the Australian Buloke. Nothing even a slight effect of my punch to his shoulder did his body register. I tried to wriggle out of his grip but his hold was merciless. “Please let me go” I begged but the son of a bitch wouldn’t budge. A wind of a chance to hit him real hard, surfaced and I didn’t lose the chance of smacking him hard on his face. So hard, my palm tinged from the brunt of it. The gesture further infuriated him and instead of freeing me like I had thought, he smirked and began moving his hands all over me. “Stop…fucking let me go Adrian”“Oh no, little angel… I won’t stop”“She said to let her go, are you deaf?” a familiar manly voice said. I squinted my eyes to make out the familiar feature in the shadows but I couldn’t adequately pinpoint the person. Adrian huffed and that was all he took for the mystery man to send him writhing on the ground from his punch.The scene was so familiar and I hated that I remembered how it had happened earlier and with whom it happened. I was lost in thought that I didn’t see the man standing directly in front of me until he asked “are you okay?”Oh, fuck no! I could never at least not now, right in front of me was the man that I gave my body to but chose to chuck it off like a piece of sour meat. I searched but his face held no guilt, resentment, surprise, or regret. It was thought he had forgotten me. He looked almost the same only he had gotten a lot finer, classy and sexy, although his face was a mask of undiluted emotion. His jaw was more firm and his sparky green irises held more darkness than before; it was unnerving. He looked and smelled rich. He liked ancient like sex, buzz, and earth. Just like two years ago, I wanted to get lost in his intoxicating smell. His fingers were long and rough and I couldn’t help but wonder if they still worked like before. Instinctively, my eyes darted to his third leg and I puffed out air. Damn! He was obviously bigger than before too. How many girls did he fucked after me? Could he still make me cum six times with his crotch and devilish tongue and fingers? He flicked his tongue over his lower lip before biting down on it. He seemed to recall too but why was he acting as though he didn’t recognize me? If he wanted to play, then he just won himself a partner. His eyes roamed my body like I was a piece of jewelry in the dealer’s store window display. He blew me up and soaked my labia with just a flick of his tongue. My cunt ached in remembrance of it on her and she let out thick whitish liquid droplets as tears of agony and demanded attention. It was really him. Only one man was capable of whoring me out with his fuck-me features“I’m fine, Thanks for helping” I replied without breaking eye contact. I arched against the wall which made the neckline of my dress part and exposed my cleavage and breast. Why do I always find myself acting like a slut whenever this man was around?“You need to be careful,” he said, looking at my breast. His eyes darkened. I’d thought he meant something else but I couldn’t be so sure. “And I usually am careful. I was just caught unawares” I bit down on my lips remembering the effect the act had on him. Hopefully, I wasn’t making a fool out of myself.“Oh I see” he breathed hard, his breath hot on my exposed cleavage.“I had the situation perfectly under control” I looked at him through my lashes before pushing my center to his. He tensed up.“You did, I could see it” What’s your name?” he asked. I was really impressed. He remembered as much as I did. Maybe, maybe I wasn’t the only one that wanted a moment of relapse? I probably wasn’t the only one that had wet dreams about the magic we created with our bodies and the sweet symphony we made with our moans.“Eleanor,” I answered breathlessly, “What’s yours?”“Jett… Alpha Jett Donovan” I tensed the minute the name left his mouth. How did I forget he was now an alpha?“Your eminence,” I said and bowed.“Cut the crap” he hissed. “Do you mind dancing?”“On the contrary, I was on my way home” “Then maybe I could give you a ride home” emphasis on the ride home. If he meant what I was thinking then feminism be damned!Grimacing over the thick tension that was clouding the car’s atmosphere, I couldn’t but aggressively fiddle with my fingers which was my signature gesture when I was pissed. A tip of a nail broke out and I hissed. The sinful hot sex stuff close to me on the passenger’s side whimpered out but I didn’t catch on to his tale. We both knew the underlying truth beneath us and the way his irises dilated between regret, remorse, and fuck me, I was confused. I had lived two years regretting that one action of two years ago and the occurrences thereafter. The reason I was in the car was sculptured in bold plain letters in my head so why couldn’t I be logical about something as glare? A moment ago, I was certain I wanted his dick in my throat. The astronomical amount of alcohol in my veins was to be blamed for it, but now that I was sobered up, reality hit me even stronger than a brick. I wanted to fuck him so bad. I wanted to bask in that euphoric experience down memory lane. I wanted to have a taste of his flavors but I couldn’t after reality smeared its dirty shit on my face. I wasn’t the horny teenager of two years ago with bright colors and freedom. Now, I was an adult meant for the alpha alone.I was Luca’s property.“Stop the car” I hissed. Alpha Jett turned to look at me as though he was imagining things.‘stop the fucking car” I howled this time.“Why?”I want to come out”“It’s dangerous to be on this side of the city…alone by this hour of the night”“It’s even more dangerous to be spotted with you! I said stop the fucking car”The realization of my words smacked us both but Jett appeared to be more stricken.“What do you mean?”“It’s none of your business. Just please, please stop the car” I pled almost on the verge of tears. I couldn’t let him see me cry. “Please, let me out” my voice came out quirkier than I wanted it to “Hell no!” he retorted
CHAPTER SIXEleanor's PovIf only I could bring back the hands of time, not only would I change the last decision I made, I would gracefully destroy any dream I had of leaving my uncle's home because what I thought was hell with him was paradise when compared to what I suffered in the hands of the Alpha.Had I known….Just like most girls, growing up I've always dreamed of living in a big castle with a ballroom and chandeliers, grumpy butlers, and my very own wing where I can wear my princess dresses and do princess stuff and let's not forget the part where the prince comes to whisk me away to his even bigger castle and we all live happily ever after and spend his money. Yes, I'm materialistic—A girl has got to dream, sue me.But unlike most girls at almost twenty years old, deep down inside that abused heart of mine, I still cradle that dream like a newborn. Maybe it's a coping mechanism or maybe I'm just stupid.I chose to be with the Alpha because I was stupid. Because I let materi
CHAPTER SEVEN Alpha Jett's povMy alarm rang and I groaned before tuning to my left and faced the window where the rays shone on my face. I stared at the window for a while before I decided to sit up and yawned for a while. I stood up from the bed and walked over to the bathroom.I looked in the mirror and ran a hand through my hair as I stared at my face, I looked completely stressed; I had to do some things at my office before I could leave for the Paz pack and ever since I came, I'd been thinking of the perfect way to interrogate Luca that he wouldn't have the opportunity to deny anything or even escape the question. Body language was important and I had to be able to read his eyes in the short time I'd get after asking him the question to know if he's lying or not before he answers. I was still deep in my thoughts and plans when I unknowingly slept off… only to wake up late this morning. The event of two nights ago still heavy on my heart. I was a complete douche!I sighed and to
CHAPTER EIGHT Eleanor's PovWaking up to the sound of the bell going off had become a norm for me. However, for the first time in years, I woke up content and enthusiastic. I hope it lasts for a while at least until I decide on what to do with my life or make it better by seeing my prince charming. I couldn't believe I dreamt about him.The same man that had haunted me in my sleep for the past two years suddenly showed up and I was having wet dreams of him!I knew he was bound to come to the pack at some point but I never expected it to be this soon…or late?Whatever…."Eleanor! you can't possibly stay in bed all day long the house isn't going to clean itself...we have quite a lot of things to do" Cora's voice reverberated in my head. I grunted and used a pillow to preseason my head."Eleanor fucking…." "Fine am up, am up OK?" I whispered to myself as I got up from my comfort zone.First, it was Angelo and Hunter, and now Cora. Soon it will be Alpha Luca himself coming to wake me up
CHAPTER NINEELEANOR's POVWait what?“You are my mate, Lea. you are my destined wife” he growled.I hiccuped and swallowed. “It can't be…I obviously cannot be your mate…It must be a drunken mistake made by the Goddess.”I began to panic but Alpha Jett held me by my shoulders and shook me.“What nonsense are you saying? This…” he motioned between the two of us “this cannot be a blunder. It definitely isn't a mistake” “Oh, it is," I shook my head. “Everything about you has and always would be a mistake. I'd never accept you as my mate. Not after all what you did to me. As if fucking me and disappearing after wasn't enough, you suddenly showed up but completely ignored what happened between us. You did it as if it never happened. And now…now you say I am your mate? What a joke!'' I hissed. “I won't accept you as I'll never forgive you. You can go ahead and cry or search elsewhere” the hurt on his face was palpable and almost touchable. My wolf was grieving too but I was pulling every
CHAPTER TENAlpha Jett's povHer hands were a work of wonder. Her tiny fingers played on my chest and I fought the strong urge to sigh or moan in satisfaction at the feel of her soft delicate fingers against my body.She was really close too, and her scent was strong and flooded my nostrils. I felt ecstasy bounce through my whole body and I felt like I was on cloud nine when my eyes met hers and saw how vulnerable she looked at that moment.Her lashes fanned her cheekbones and her lips parted in shock, I could see the shock on her face from bumping into me but there was also a glimpse of want in the way her fingers lingered on my skin like she didn't want to let go and I was glad I wasn't the only one feeling this way. I masked it perfectly though because I had to be sure to not give myself away or whatever it was I was thinking.The satisfaction of seeing her affected by my presence and body made my insides tingle and I instinctively smirked at her as she looked up to look at me agai
CHAPTER ELEVENEleanor's PovIt felt like I was in two worlds. While my body felt numb and extremely punctured, my mind felt at ease like I was in the place the tales talked about. The place to adapt rest and serenity—the things I lacked and needed in my life.Slowly, I came around to my senses, but everything, with the inclusion of my memory, was only a hazy blur.I wake up to a soft and fluffy pillow. It was like I was sinking into a bed of feathers. This isn’t my bed. This is also not my pillow. I think in my sleep. But I love it. It’s sorting. I bounce on it and moan.Lovely. I’ll gladly die in a place like this.Wait! This is not my bed, So I’m not home; what if I was kidnapped and this is the kidnapper's den? I’m suddenly scared, and I open my eyes, and for a moment, I’m confused.Uhm, hold up. Have I indeed been kidnapped? Well, one way to find out. Stand up and check. I tried to get up, and a shooting pain passes through my legs. I’ve been kidnapped because what’s this pain.
CHAPTER TWELVEAlpha Jett's povA DAY AGO…It was a day after Eleanor's kidnap and I found myself thinking about how she would be faring during my last day at Paz pack. I wanted to see her, feel her hands against my chest again like that night when we bumped into each other, and be so close to her while she would breathe in and out against my face. The feeling was euphoric that night in the kitchen and I found myself traveling back to that special moment that we shared even though she looked shit scared.I was in my room with Zayn when we heard a knock on the door and Zayn let the person in; it was a guard from Paz pack. "Alpha Luca says he's ready to meet you for the private meeting now," he said and bowed before me before leaving.I got dressed and went downstairs where breakfast was laid out on the dining table for me, Zayn and Luca. He was already seated, waiting for us when I got to the table. I sat at the far end opposite Luca while Zayn sat beside me and the maids served us wha
CHAPTER THIRTEEN Alpha Luca's povI puffed out a thick cloud of smoke from the blunt I was smoking. It's Friday night, and the routine for Friday was to smoke, drink and have sex with any female wolf in the Paz pack and when I say any female wolf, I meant I was never limited when it came to people I fucked. Whether mated or un-mated. Singles or married. Widowers or divorced. Virgins or non-virgins—I slept with them all and no one, not even their husbands or mates or fathers dared to stand in my way. I was the Alpha of the Paz pack and no one dared altered my demands or said no to me. But unlike the past Fridays when I had thousands of women flocking around me, I had chased the few that came to sit with me or danced for me. My favorite strip club for Friday nights became somehow docile. There was this type of fun I craved that I wasn't getting. Neither the blasting music, alcohol, blunts or even the women could provide. I had already fucked three girls. All at a time, but my libido