CHAPTER 3: ALPHA

HAZEL'S POV

Breakfast was amazing. I felt completely full. I took a napkin and wiped away any leftover food particles from my mouth.

I glanced at the clock on the wall to my left and saw that it was a quarter to nine.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath. Gabz would be here any minute.

Aunty made a loud gasp at my minor slip up. I braced myself and waited for round two of her scolding, but to my surprise, it never came. She just lifted her head to the heavens with a hand over her chest and pleaded, "Lord, please help this girl," she shook her head in defeat.

However, uncle wasn't too quick to forgive me this time around. "Hazel, you will not use those kinds of foul language in my presence!" He declared, raising an eyebrow at me.

I wanted to avoid any controversy at all costs, so I quickly apologized before I excused myself from the table.

Thanks to my brief outburst, I had less than fifteen minutes to get ready before Gabz showed up. I literally bolted upstairs to my bathroom. I took what, I believed, was the quickest shower in history, it lasted only three minutes.

I reapplied some concealer under my eyes and then got dressed in the same white tank top and knee-length floral skirt from earlier. I checked the time. It was two minutes to nine. Taking a deep breath, I laid on my bed and waited for my crazy friend to arrive.

The bed was so comfortable, sleep called out to me.

'Stay awake, Haze,' I coaxed myself, but eyelids were so heavy. 'I'm just going to close them for five minutes,' I yawned.

Who the hell was I kidding? Closing my eyes felt amazing. I felt my body becoming lighter as wonderful sleep consumed me.

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I woke up shivering in bed as I heard the rain dancing on the windowsill.

That's strange, I pondered to myself. I saw nothing on the weather updates about getting rain today. With my eyes still closed, I snuggled closer to my pillow and pulled the blanket over my body.

Gabz must be running late because she hated going outside in the rain. I wanted to go and check my phone to see if she texted, but that thought quickly left my mind the more I sank into the comfort of the bed.

"Ooh, this blanket is so silky," I purred as the rain pitter-pattered louder against the windowsill.

Something about it raining while I was snuggled in the warmth of my bed brought a simple yet extraordinary satisfaction to my entire body.

A gush of wind hit the back of my neck, causing goose pimples to formulate all over my body.

"Why did I leave the window open?" I whined.

Oh yeah, that damn weather lady expressed it was going to be a sunny and cool day. What a bitch, I snickered to myself.

That was one reason I did not trust weather reports anymore. I remembered last year the weather lady declared it was going to be a sunny and beautiful fourth of July weekend, so my aunt decided we would go to White Sands beach, which was like an hour away. As soon as we arrived, it started to rain, and it never stopped until the early hours of the next day.

I slowly positioned myself to get up from the bed, groaning when I felt the comfort of the plushiness leaving my body. I got up and lazily stretched my arms above my head and let out a loud yawn.

Only if aunt Jules could see me now. I could almost hear her reprimanding me for looking like a human fly trap when I yawn.

'A lady should yawn like she's telling a secret.' She'd say. Whatever the fuck that means.

My eyes gradually opened inch by inch. My teeth were rattling in my head. I wrapped my arms around my curvy body to try to stay warm. Today was too cold for a summer day in Los Angeles.

I rubbed my arms in an up and down motion for some well-needed friction. My views slowly started adjusting to the room.

Suddenly! A tsunami of panic washed over me.

My head moved from left to right. My eyeballs bulged out of my skull like I was a Looney Toons character.

"WHERE THE FUCK AM I?" I glanced around the enormous room that I was in. If I wasn't in survival mode I would have stopped and gawked at the beauty of its Victorian decor.

I could tell that the person who lived here was filthy rich, and that's saying something coming from a girl who grew up with a family that owned a yacht and a private jet.

I heard footsteps scampering from outside a door I assume led to a hallway. Not wasting another second, I sought out a hiding place.

Maybe I could find a weapon of some sort that I could use to protect myself. It was obvious to me that I was kidnapped, maybe by some sadistic, saggy balls, wealthy old man.

But why would a wealthy old dude want to kidnap me, when there were so many social media thots looking to get with a sugar daddy?

The footsteps were now directly at the front door. I had officially run out of time to find a decent weapon, so I rushed to a slightly open door to the back of the room. I peeked inside and saw that it was a closet. Holy shit! This closet was four times bigger than the one I had at home.

I slid inside and closed the door behind me. Beads of sweat glistened on my forehead as I tried to calm my heart, which was beating at a hundred miles per hour. I kept my ears peeled as I heard the click of the bedroom door.

The sounds of two sets of footsteps forced their way inside. Trying to keep my heart rate even wasn't easy.

My nervousness caused my palms to be sweaty and my legs wobbly. I had to rest both my hands on the wall for support.

I could hear talking, but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. I placed my ear against the door to give myself a better chance of listening in on their conversation.

I discovered two different male voices and a few phrases that made no sense at all to me. It was like they were speaking in some sort of code, using terms like; she-wolf, alpha, rogues, and mate.

What the hell were they talking about? My curiosity got the best of me, so I decided I needed to get closer in order to hear exactly what they were saying.

Maybe I could find out the reasons behind my kidnapping—but wait a damn minute. Shouldn't they be alerting someone that I was no longer in the room? Shouldn't they be tearing this place apart trying to find me?

Something was way off!

I stooped down on my knees and cracked the door just enough for me to hear them better. I positioned myself on all fours and peeked through the crack of the door.

I could make out the guy who was facing towards the closet. He did not look like a sugar daddy at all! He had blue eyes and pink lips. He had one hand at his side as he ran the other over his dark blonde hair. Ooh, how I wish that was my hand running through his ha—I stopped myself from finishing that thought.

What the fuck girl, get a grip—you should not be fantasizing about your potential kidnappers.

I was definitely having an internal battle with myself.

My eyes moved to the next guy, he was facing the guy with the blonde hair. He had dark raven coloured hair. I could detect the sheen from all the way across the room. I wondered what shampoo he uses. He probably used leave-in-conditioner, I bit my lower lip.

His back was to me. He had tight khaki shorts on that outlined his sexy butt perfectly. He didn't wear a shirt, and I could perceive his beautiful muscles flexing as he talked.

He had both hands in his pockets and I didn't need to see this guy's face to know that he was a heartbreaker. Something about him screamed dominance and sex.

I just wanted to run my tongue over those tendons of his and maybe steal a few squeezes from his butt cheeks. I mentally smacked the back of my head—focus Hazel! Focus!

I wiped all dirty thoughts from my mind and zoned my attention to the conversation that was taking place between them.

"Alpha how was that chick you banged last night?" Blonde hottie questioned with a smirk on his face. I swore this guy belonged on the cover of a magazine.

Blinded by Blondie's smile, it took me a second to register what he asked.

Chick he banged last night? Oh! God. No, no, no, no NO! I started panicking.

Could they be talking about me? I ran my hand under my skirt and cupped my lady bits. It didn't feel sore or anything.

Could I know though if we had sex?

I've only had sex once, and I could tell the next day from the slight discomfort every time I peed.

I continued to listen in on their convo.

"Carson, you know I never kiss and tell," the sexy butt dude answered. I think Blondie, whose name I learnt to be Carson, called him Alpha—What kind of name is Alpha by the way?

"Come on Alpha, you've banged like half of the she-wolves in the pack. I've had sex with over sixty girls, and I've told you all about them," Carson whined.

Sixty girls? Now that was the definition of a man-whore right there. How old was he, by the way? He looked to be in his early to mid-twenties.

And what was all this nonsense about she-wolves? Please, Jesus, don't tell me they're into bestiality or zoophilia. I think I was gonna be sick. I had to swallow the vomit that threatened to spew from my gut.

"Carson, dude, I never once asked you to give me any play-by-play of your rendezvous," Alpha declared as his deep chuckle rumbled, causing his back muscles to bulge and ripple.

His silky smooth skin was calling out to be touched by yours truly, and his voice was like melted chocolates dipped in sweet caramel and rich golden honey.

Why did his voice sound so familiar—familiar and YUMMY? I thought as I licked my lips sensually—I didn't know why I did that. It was an involuntary action driven by the pulsating feeling that was coursing through my entire being.

I was flustered—turned on to the point where I wanted to caress that spot to ease the pressure between my legs.

Aunty warned that masturbating is wrong, so I never did it.

She also declared that premarital sex is a sin, but I caved into temptation two years ago, but I confessed my sins and repented.

Please, my little punani calm down! I begged. The last thing I wanted was for these two hotties to find me with my hand up my skirt, moaning Alpha's name.

Oh! Lord, if you're planning on saving me, then now would be a good time.

"Alpha we've been best buds since we were pups, and we still are. You don't need to ask for a play-by-play," Carson chuckled, "give me something—anything. Like how many body counts you have." Carson winked up at Alpha.

I thought only females talked about shit like this.

"Carson, you know this already," Alpha announced in an annoyed tone.

Carson raised an eyebrow and gave his head a minor scratch before he answered, "I do?"

"You're my beta, you should know my body count."

OK. Alpha, Beta—Now I get it, these guys were definitely a part of the military.

Carson scratched his head again, looking more puzzled than before, so he said—more like he made a guess, "Two hundred and ten?" I had to swallow the scream that almost escaped my mouth.

Did alpha sleep with two hundred and ten people? Wow, what a dirty dog.

"Carson I wouldn't be the alpha if my body count was two hundred and ten - Try twelve thousand four hundred and four." Alpha folded his arms across his chest.

I didn't need to see his face to know that he wasn't too proud about fucking twelve thousand four hundred and four women. There was something in his voice that told me he was a bit saddened by this fact.

As for Carson, he had his mouth opened wide, reaching all the way to the floor—I could tell he was beyond impressed and shocked at the same time, but it was nothing compared to the calculations that were being made in my brain.

Either this Alpha guy was lying or he'd been having sex with at least three women every day, for the past ten years.

"Twelve thousand four hundred and four? Wow! — Woah! My Alpha, you're the man!" Carson started jumping up and down like a young child opening gifts from Santa on Christmas. "You're a legend man, that's a lot of pussies." Carson made a cat-call-like whistle, staring slightly to the side like he was trying to figure out how he could achieve that same goal. "I bet you've seen them in all different shapes, sizes, and colours. I've bet you've seen them bald, well-groomed, and bushy—fuck, I go wild on the bushy ones, they're my favourites," Carson's smile widened like the Cheshire cat.