Chapter 3

Velvet’s POV

“You better not breathe a word about this to anyone.” he spoke through gritted teeth as he arranged his clothes.

“I won't.” As I spoke I leaned in closer to him but he pushed me aside as he stood up from the chair.

“There won't be a next time.” 

He left my room after speaking, I splurged on the chair dejected. I could feel his rejection and it hurt.

I took a quick shower and made my way down stairs, they were long done with breakfast by the time I got there.

I ate very little, I was still feeling upset by his rejection. I went looking for him after breakfast but I received devastating news.

“Dad, where's Alpha Zavian?” 

“He left a few minutes ago, he said something urgent came up.”

My face fell instantly, it was obvious that he was trying to avoid me by all means.

Oh… I muttered, my voice low.

“Why the sad face? It's not like you won't get to see him again. Have you forgotten you'd be staying at his place while you study?”

My eyes lit up instantly, how could I have forgotten.

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart racing. Dad’s voice still echoed in my head.

 ‘My sexy, hot Alpha Zavian I'm coming for you.’

 I couldn't help remembering how enticing he looked when I had his cock buried deep down my throat. Tall, broad shoulders, sharp jawline, eyes that could strip me bare with a single look. He would walk into the room like he owned it, and everything inside me would tremble.

I remembered his strong, masculine, and dangerous scent. The kind of scent that could make a girl weak in her knees.

I closed my eyes tighter.

What if he hadn't rejected me? 

What if he lets his large hand slide over my waist as he leaned in to whisper my name?

Velvet.

The way I heard it in my mind was rough, deep, and commanding.

Heat rushed through me.

My legs pressed together as if trying to cage the fire spreading there. I had never been kissed. I had never been touched. But the thought of Alpha Zavian doing either made butterflies in my stomach. 

I pictured him stepping closer, his body falling over me. My breath would catch. My lips would part. His thumb would tilt my chin up until my mouth was helplessly waiting beneath his.

I used to watch all those hot, spicy eroticas. Now I'm getting to imagine myself being the female lead. 

Help me! 

I moaned quietly into my pillow. Shame mixed with hunger. I had no right to think of him this way. He’s my dad’s friend. He’s supposed to protect me from men that would want to do this to me, not… not devour me.

Yet the hunger in my mind grew intense. I'm yet to go live with him and it's getting this way. What will then happen when I arrive at RavenHills and finally succeed in seducing him. 

Oh my goodness! 

What if he pushed me against a wall?

What if his lips brushed down my neck, claiming me, marking me?

I gasped, my eyes flying open. The room was too hot, my body too restless.

First time feeling this way. 

This was madness. Pure madness.

And yet, it felt so good to imagine.

The next morning, I had breakfast with Dad and he repeated the topic. 

“I don't want you to live off campus or even on campus. America is a free world but you're naive, you've been raised conservative all your life. You need discipline, someone who can guide you.” 

Discipline my pussy? You mean someone who can guide me to release because I'm already wet just hearing that name? 

I tried to keep my face serious and my body calm, I couldn't just afford to betray my little secret. 

“Zavian is dominant,” Dad said. “He’ll make sure you’re safe. The city can be dangerous, especially for a young virgin woman like you.”

Isn't that the greatest danger? 

Safe. That word sounded pretty ironic with how things were between us.

Because the only danger I could think of was Zavian himself, the danger of falling into his arms and never wanting to crawl back out. The danger of having his cock inside of me and never wanting it out again. 

Dad knew he's taking me there as a virgin, I had no mate and no boyfriend, not even a casual fling. That's how he raised me, in a conservative way. 

Days moved fast. Soon I was on the plane to America, sitting by the window, clutching my bag while my heart hammered.

Every second was dragging me closer to him. And on this plane, there was no going back. I was set to resume Medical school the following week and couldn't back down on achieving my dreams because I was to avoid some hot, billionaire Alpha. 

Come on, I need that sexy aura. I'd already turned eighteen in the last two weeks. I'm an adult. No problem! 

I tried to study medical notes, but they refused to penetrate through. Instead, all I could take in was Alpha Zavian. Maybe if he stuck out his cock now right on this plane, my pussy will take it in. 

The only thing I could probably take in at this point. 

Would he like me?

Would he see me as nothing more than his best friend’s daughter?

Or would his eyes darken when they meet mine, the way Alphas’ eyes often did when they wanted something?

I shivered at the thought.

Hours later, the plane touched down. My pulse quickened as I walked through the airport, dragging my luggage. People bustled around me, but all I noticed was the silence inside my chest like the heavy pause before a storm and my dad's footsteps behind me.

And then I saw him.

After days of longing.

He stood tall, his muscles hugged tight in the rich, seductive outfit he wore. White shirt briefed to his arms, strong, veiny but not too veiny hands exposed. His black pants brushed out his athletic legs, my eyes went down, falling on the place I knew I wouldn't be able to escape. 

His bulge. 

I knew how thick it was when bare. 

The curved shape outside of his fitting pants was already giving his secrets away. 

I cleared my throat, pulled my gaze away.

But I couldn't help it.

Grey. Intense. Watching me like I was the only person in the airport. This made me want to pin him to the ground and ride him like a redo.

My steps faltered. I forgot how to keep the pace at which I was walking. 

Heat  flooded my body just looking at him.

He walked toward me, his stride slow, powerful. Each step made my knees weaker. He was majestic like a king.

He shook hands with my dad. His eyes never left me the whole time.  

My dad spoke with him while I stood to the side watching him with lust. He would look towards me once in a while, I couldn't help wondering if knew the dirty thoughts running through my mind. 

Let's hope he doesn't. 

“Velvet,” he said, his voice deep, carrying weight that sent shivers down my spine.

I nodded, too breathless to speak.

He took my suitcase from me with one hand, as if it weighed nothing. His fingers brushed mine, and sparks shot through my skin. I began to vibrate, my legs weakened at the joint. 

Just luck to keep going and I would crumble to the ground. 

I tried to hide my reaction, but he caught it. His lips curved slightly, almost like he knew.

Danger.

That was what he was.

The drive to his house was quiet halfway after my dad had said all he had to say then retired to his phone. He didn't talk too much, same with Alpha Zavian. I sat in the passenger seat, sneaking glances at him. His hands gripped the wheel firmly. His jaw was tight, as if he fought some silent war inside his head.

I wanted to ask him questions. I wanted to break the silence. But my throat refused.

I would surely make an erotic mistake because that's all filled my head. 

Even my mind was whispering sinful things. How could I say something normal? 

Then I switched to my fantasy thrills. 

What would it feel like to sit closer? To feel his arm brush against mine? To feel his breath on my ear when he turns?

I imagined them all. 

I pressed my thighs together, praying he couldn’t smell the heat rising from me.

Because Alphas could.

Finally, the semi-long drive came to an end and we were at his house. The RavenHills Pack Estate. A modern penthouse, glowing with luxury. The cruise-ship shaped glass stories stood at the center of the vast green field which was perfectly lawned. 

The curvy driveways and pathways with flower trees located at strategic positions gave his residence a stately home aura, like the ones we have back there in London except for the modern architecture which belongs to America. 

I forgot how to breathe.

This is where I would be living for the next three to four years. I can't tell if I'd practice here but definitely I will move out after school, except–

Only if–

Well I don't wanna go into that so soon. Let me leave the future for the future.

Every part of this estate screams Alpha dominance.

But upon stepping out of the car, he walked over to the boot, took out my luggage and carried it inside while I watched. My dad followed next. 

I was smitten. 

Is he just acting nice or I'll have to pay for this Alpha service in the future? 

With what I had observed during his short stay with us, he was definitely not one to help someone easily. But whatever payment he wanted, I was willing to give it to him.

I quickly followed so as not to lose track of where they were heading to. Alpha Zavian led us through wide halls until we reached a certain room, the door was opened. He walked in side by side with dad and I followed last. 

This looked like a bedroom.

“This will be yours,” he said, his tone clipped, almost cold.

But in his eyes, they betrayed him. They lingered on me too long. They searched through my face to my entire body. I was a step from melting and fading into thin air. My dad was already in here, assessing the room while we stood here alone. 

I nodded, stepping inside.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

His gaze darkened at my voice.

“Yeah, you're welcome. It's just next to my bedroom.” 

Urghh? 

My wolf nearly leapt out of my body. 

And then his gaze after saying this–

Warning.

I can't possibly not accept the opportunity given to me.