Marriage Contract: My Jerk Bestfriend

A pair of eyes fluttered in a vast, beige-colored room. The early morning light poured through the windows in golden streaks, too bright for winter. Birds chirped softly outside, their wings tapping gently against the glass.

Adelaide squinted, shielding her face with the back of her hand.

This is weird… she thought groggily. When did the sun get so bright in winter?

She stretched her legs, expecting to feel the familiar emptiness of her queen-sized bed, but her foot collided with something warm. And solid. Like a man's.

Oh…

It had been ages since she'd been with a man and now she's getting these carnal dreams, she thought.

But before she could pull back, a rough hand slipped up her thigh and wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. A low moan escaped her lips before she could catch it.

She shouldn't be enjoying this… yes she was single, but she wasn't depraved.

And yet…

A second hand cupped her boobs and squeezed rubbing circles over her buds.

Adelaide felt a wetness in between her legs and she bit her lower lip;

Alright… that was enough, time to wake up, she had a book signing today, the sun was up, she couldn't be here fantasizing and dreaming about a man that… wait…

Adelaide made to stand up, but the hand was still firmly around her waist. Her brows furrowed as full awareness began to set in.

"You feel so good, baby."

A deep voice spoke from behind her and in a flash, Adelaide jumped off the bed, her small hands instantly going over her bare chest.

"Who are you? What are you doing here!"

She screamed, the hairs on her body standing upright.

Who was this man? How did he get into her room… hold on…

Adelaide's eyes looked around the room and all color drained from her face.

This was not her room… gone were her soft pink walls, her vanity cluttered with different brands of lipsticks, and the cheap monalisa knockoff which she got from puertorico hanging above her vanity.

In its place was a massive, luxuriously furnished chamber. Ornate paintings lined the walls. A chandelier glimmered overhead. Red Persian rugs cushioned her feet. The bed was easily seven feet wide.

Wait a damn minute…

The last thing she remembered was drinking wine to stupor before drifting off to sleep, how the hell did she get here? Did she sleep walk!

Adelaide's eyes darted back to the man on the bed who was staring at her puzzled as though he was as confused as she was, her eyes gleamed with fear, she moved backward until her back was against the wall.

Who are you!!! What did you do to me… oh god… did we…

She swallowed when she felt her insides pulsing as though something thick, hard and huge had been in it, her legs instantly clamped together at the thought.

The man on the bed was good looking, his eyes were a golden hue and they shimmered under the early morning sunlight that seeped in through the windows. His chest was toned and his biceps flexed as he brushed his hand through his white silvery hair.

He looked like he walked out of a painting, she hadn't seen someone as good looking and drop dead gorgeous.

Adelaide felt her insides ache with want like she needed him inside of her again. Her nipples hardened at the thought and she quickly shook her head.

What the hell! Why was she gawking over this man! She didn't even know where the hell she was!

This must be a dream right? Wake up!

Adelaide slapped herself hard against the cheek but all she she felt was a soaring pain course through her and she screamed.

''Help! Somebody please help!''

''What are you doing?"

The man on the bed asked brows creased, one arched.

Adelaide pointed a shaking finger at him; "Who the hell are you? How did I get here? WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!"

He stared at her for a beat, then scoffed. In a blink of a second, he stood up from the bed, and the sheets fell away.

Adelaide's eyes widened. Her gaze dropped before she forced it back up.

He was naked. Stark.

Lord.

She looked away quickly, cursing under her breath as he approached her, her hands fiddling at her sides, she didn't have time to think as in a flash of a second his hand was wrapped around her neck and she was lifted off the ground, her toes barely scrapping the floor.

"You drugged me." He growled. "Got me to sleep with you and now you're playing innocent? You must be quite silly if you think you can wriggle your way out of this with your stupid little games. Polly."

Adelaide's legs fought in the air as her face turned beet red, her eyes almost out of her sockets.

"Stop… you… are hurting me…"

She croaked, wrapping her hands around his, her fingers digging into his flesh as she fought for her life.

The man let her go of her and she slumped to the floor like a bag of sand, bursting into a fit of cough.

Polly? He had called her Polly, who was Polly? Wait… that was the name of the villain in her book 'Tempting him…

Was he one of her deranged fans? Did he drug her and kidnap her to act out his twisted fantasies?

"Get out of my sight before I lock you up in the cellar and this time not even your parents would be able to get you out."

The man seethed his voice filled with so much vim as he walked past her and through the adjourning door, slamming it roughly after him.

"Was he insane?! What was going on?"

Adelaide quizzed herself. Was she in a horror movie of some sort?

Polly was the villain in her book and she had drugged the male lead, Alpha Rael and slept with him, was he recreating that scene?

Was he trying to put her through her own book?

Adelaide's eyes teared up as she scrambled to her feet. She had to get out. Now.

She sprinted to the door—but paused as she passed a floor-length mirror, her feet coming to an abrupt stop.

Adelaide's heart picked up speed, the hairs on her body standing up straight;

What was that?

She didn't know everything about herself at a glance, but one thing she could not mistake was how tall she was. She was tall for a woman, even as a child she towered above most of her peers; she was at least a 5'8, but the reflection she saw in the mirror was that of a 5'2 woman, 5'4 at best.

Adelaide swallowed hard and slowly turned towards the mirror and that was when her world came crashing down.

Staring back at her were not her sea blue eyes but gray ones which looked like they've been bleached by the sun; her lips were no longer the tiny little mouth which she lined with a lip liner to make them seem fuller, they were pouty red lips that looked like they've been roughly kissed over and over.

Her hair were blood red, the hair color she gave Polly….

Wait, Adelaide took a cursory look at the reflection and it began to dawn on her.

She instantly jerked backwards, falling on the floor, her face turning deathly pale.

''It can't be… no… no… did she…

The door to the bathroom opened again and this time the man walked out tying a towel around his waist, his hair dripping water down his body;

Adelaide turned to look at him…

Golden eyes… white silky locs of hair, chiseled body…

He was walking towards her now, his eyes a deathly glare.

"Alpha… Alpha Rael?"

The man paused in his tracks and smirked:

"Remain there and my name would be the last word you speak before I sniff the living life out of you."

Adelaide knew better than to wait to see if Rael meant what he said; she bolted towards the door, but as she got to the door, it swung open by itself and two guards rushed in.

"Alpha! There's trouble!"

They screamed, their faces stained with horror.

A frown knotted Rael's brows and he watched the men, a hint of annoyance in his eyes. Whatever made them barge into his room should better be worth it, else their heads would be hanging on a stake by noon.

"What is it?"

"Alpha... The Luna… is dead."