EPISODE 2

CATRIONA

He gave me a smile, and I blushed. He was too gorgeous to look at for more than a second without feeling overwhelmed.

“I’m going to call someone to show you your room,” he said calmly. I nodded, and barely two seconds later, there was a knock on the door. He didn’t touch a phone—nothing. Yet somehow, someone was already there.

“Come in,” he said.

A woman walked in. She looked around my age. I glanced at him, then her, and silently wondered, How did he call her without a phone?

“Ms. Catriona,” he began, “this is Sandra. She’ll show you to your room and give you a tour of the house. If you need anything, tell her.”

I nodded again, silently. Sandra gave him a respectful bow of her head before gesturing for me to follow. She led me through the hallway, then stopped at a door and pushed it open for me.

The room was huge.

There was a king-sized bed with crisp white sheets, two wide windows, and a sliding glass door that led out to a balcony. On the balcony, there was a cozy wicker loveseat meant for two, perfectly positioned to overlook the woods.

“Do you like it?” she asked from behind me. I hadn’t noticed she’d followed me inside.

“No... I don’t like it,” I said, turning to her with a small smile. “I love it.”

“That’s good to hear,” she replied warmly. “I’m Sandra.”

“I’m Catriona,” I said. We exchanged a soft smile.

“If you ever need anything, just let me know,” she added.

“Okay... but how will I even find you in this big house?”

She chuckled. “I’ll give you my number. Just text me, and I’ll be there instantly.”

I took the number, still confused. “Is that what he did? But... I didn’t see him use a phone to call you.”

“Who?”

“The man from the office.”

“Oh… you mean Alpha?”

I blinked. “Alpha? Is that his name?”

She smiled. “That’s what we call him. He’s our Alpha.”

“What did he do then? I mean, how did you know to come without him calling?”

She shrugged casually. “He texted me.”

I narrowed my eyes slightly, unconvinced. “Really?”

“Yes,” she replied, a little too quickly. “Anyway, I’ll head out for now. I’ll come back later when dinner’s ready. If you’re hungry before then, just let me know—I’ll bring you something.”

“No thanks, I’m fine for now. I appreciate the gesture, though.”

She smiled again, handed me her number, and left.

---

After unpacking and taking a long shower, I picked up my phone and called Miss Olivier. She answered on the fourth ring.

“Hello, honey. Sorry, I was in the kitchen preparing something for Edrine,” she said, sounding slightly out of breath.

“It’s okay, Miss Olivier. You don’t have to explain,” I said gently.

“How are you, honey? Did you arrive safely?”

“Yes. I got here fine. How’s Edrine?”

“He’s doing okay. I’m making him something to take to the hospital.”

“Okay. Thank you so much. I’m going to work hard so he can get the best treatment.”

“Good, child. Do that. And don’t forget to pray every day.”

“I won’t, Miss Olivier. I promise.”

---

After the call, I stepped out onto the balcony. The air was fresh. Cool. The mansion stood deep in the woods, with no neighbors in sight. The only companions were tall trees swaying gently in the wind and a beautiful, glassy lake. It was peaceful… and isolated.

A nap seemed like the next best thing. But just as I was settling into bed, a knock startled me.

“Come in,” I called.

The door opened slowly—and there he was. Mr. Alpha.

“I need to talk to you,” he said, stepping in.

“Okay,” I replied, sitting up.

He took a seat on the small couch across from me.

“Do you like your room?”

“Yes. I love it. It’s way bigger than mine back home.”

“I’m glad you do,” he said, then paused. His tone shifted. “I came to inform you of a slight change in the contract.”

I stayed quiet, waiting.

“We’ll be having sex every day until you get pregnant. Once that happens, we’ll stop.”

My heart dropped. My lips parted, but no words came. Then I nodded. I had already signed the contract.

“This room is right opposite mine. Every night, at exactly 11:30 p.m., you’ll come to me. Understood?”

“Yes, Mr. Alpha,” I said.

He stared at me, sharp and intense. “Who told you to call me that?”

“I—” I stuttered. “Everyone here calls you Alpha… so I assumed it was your name.”

“My name is Jayden Evers. You can call me Jayden,” he said.

“Okay… Jayden.”

He stood up. I did too. But I didn’t realize how close he was until I nearly bumped into his chest. He towered over me.

“Sorry,” I muttered, stepping back.

“How’s your brother?”

“He’s okay.”

“Give me your account number,” he said. “I’m transferring \$270,000. You’ll get the rest after you’re pregnant.”

I gave it to him, and he left.

---

I must have passed out after that because when I woke up, it was pitch dark. I checked the time—8:15 p.m. My stomach growled so loud I groaned.

I grabbed my phone and texted Sandra.

Within *seconds*, she walked in.

“Hey, girl! How was your sleep?”

I blinked at her. “Were you nearby?”

“No, why?”

“I just texted you… and here you are.”

She laughed awkwardly. “I exercise a lot. I’m fast.”

“Right…”

“I actually came earlier to tell you dinner was ready, but you were sleeping so deeply.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

“Alpha told me to let you rest.”

Just hearing his name makes my heart skip. I pinched my cheek hard. Snap out of it, girl.

“Sandra, I texted because I’m starving.”

“Come on, let’s get food.”

---

She led me toward the elevator, but I stopped.

“Let’s use the stairs instead.”

She didn’t question it. We descended, and I was glad. The stairs glowed with warm lights from different corners, and the whole place shimmered with elegance.

“Wow… this house is huge. I could eat dinner on these stairs,” I joked.

She burst into laughter.

“I have a lot of questions for you, Sandra.”

“You can ask… but not tonight.”

Fair enough.

---

After dinner, I went back up—by stairs again—and showered. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at myself.

Any minute from now… I won’t be a virgin anymore.

I kept it for so long, waiting for the man I prayed God would bring me. And now\... I was breaking that promise.

I pulled on my favorite night dress. My legs felt like jelly.

---

I left my room and walked across to his. I hesitated, then knocked gently.

“Come in,” came that deep, husky voice.

I entered and shut the door behind me.

His room was massive. A hallway led in. To the left was a bathroom and a huge walk-in closet. I followed the dim lighting until I reached the main bedroom.

The king-sized bed sat in the center. A large TV, two couches, and a sleek coffee table filled the space. It smelled like him—woodsy and expensive.

He was standing near the wide glass window, staring out.

When he turned, his gaze locked onto mine.

He walked toward me, stopping just inches away. With two fingers, he gently lifted my chin.

“Are you nervous?” he asked softly.

“A little,” I admitted.

“Don’t be. I won’t hurt you. I’ll be gentle—it’s your first time.”

My breath caught.

How did he know… it’s my first time?