3 MINS OF SLOPPY SEX

“The Alpha requests your presence…” The guard spoke, his eyes on his feet.

The room grew quiet. Polly stood, puzzled. She almost laughed.

Was this a joke?

Polly ransacked her head for anything he could possibly want to say, but nothing was forthcoming. Did he want to apologize? Or maybe scold her for what she did at the shrine?

She wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, she wasn’t in the mood for his shenanigans.

“Go tell the Alpha that I am exhausted and tired after almost being killed for something I didn’t do, and because of that, I can’t see anyone tonight. Whatever it is can wait until morning,” Polly said, and with that, she shut the doors.

She scoffed as she walked back into the room.

“What does that guy take me for? A fool, maybe?''

She shook her head; it wasn’t her fault. It was the old Polly who made herself a jest; she was the one to blame.

Pushing her hair to the side, she instructed Veronica to undo her corset while Russo ran her bath.

When they were done, she asked them to leave.

Polly waited until the girls had left before she went to the bathroom. Stepping out of her soiled clothes, she soaked herself in the foamy, sweet-scented bathwater.

For the first time since she woke up in this body, she felt at peace.

Her eyes shut as she thought of what her life would look like now.

From her book, Polly had no purpose other than to chase the Alpha around. She wasn’t about to live like that.

Also, Polly had moved into the Seventh Manor, where the Alpha lived, after a series of begging, pleading, and threatening to kill herself; pathetic.

Alpha Rael was forced to let her stay after the elders intervened. She had to take on a function as a cook at the Manor to justify her stay.

Polly grimaced at the thought of what the old Polly had done with her life. So embarrassing.

First things first, she was moving back to her parents’ house the next day. She had no business being here.

Polly didn’t know how long she soaked for, but when she finally stood up, it was dark.

Polly pulled open her wardrobe to get something to wear, but almost all of the old Polly’s nighties were revealing and indecent.

Polly grimaced as she lifted one after another. Finally, she settled for one that was the least inviting, albeit extremely revealing.

Her boobs were showing, the only thing that managed to stay in were her nipples.

She cursed under her breath as she pulled the flannel over the inners.

Another thing added to her to do list. She was changing her whole wardrobe.

Polly was about to retire to bed when a soft knock sounded on the door.

Her brows pulled to a frown as she paused, turning to the door in annoyance.

Who the hell was knocking at this time of the night?

She waited to hear the knock again before she walked toward it.

“Who is it?”

She asked, but there was no reply.

Polly held the handle of the door, contemplating whether to open it or not.

The knock came again, and then she cursed before pulling the door open.

“Is it not too late to…”

Her words cut short when she saw the person standing on the other side of the door.

No other person but Alpha Rael.

He was dressed in a royal black shirt over black pants, half-buttoned the way up, his silvery hair wet as it fell over his face.

He smelled like cedarwood and fresh soap, like he had just had a bath.

Against her wish, Polly noticed that his lips were plump and flushed red, as though he’d been nibbling on them. His chest was noticeably rising and falling, and Polly wondered how long he’d been standing there before deciding to knock.

Catching herself, she shut her eyes, pushing the thoughts away.

She hated that the body she was in noticed things, and in great detail at that.

There was quiet as they stood there staring at each other, neither of them saying a word.

Rael clenched his jaw, his eyes dropping from her face to her chest, and down to her bare thighs.

Polly noticed his gaze and instantly covered her body with the flannel.

“What are you doing here?”

She asked, folding her arms in front of her, her eyes staring daggers at him.

The ground under her feet was cold, a bit too chilly for her bare feet. The night air blew across her face, fanning her hair into her eyes.

Polly pulled the strands away from her face and pushed them behind her ears as she shifted her weight to her left side.

Rael remained quiet, his eyes transfixed on her.

Polly was getting impatient. He was just quietly staring at her, she tried to read his expression but it was blank, his eyes were just looking over her face as though he was searching for something.

A few seconds passed by before Polly cleared her throat;

“Alpha Rael, you don’t seem to have anything to say. I’m extremely exhausted from today’s ordeal, and I want to rest. We can talk about whatever it is tomorrow.”

She made to go into her room, when suddenly, she was yanked forward and she nearly fell into him.

Polly yelped as she quickly tried to pull her hand from his grip.

“Let me go this instant!”

Polly cursed, pushing against him, but her strength seemed to fail her.

That was what she got for being in a tiny weak body!

Polly cursed as she finally stopped fighting, breathing heavily.

“What do you want? What’s this?”

She asked, disgust written all over her face.

Rael jerked her forward with a force that made Polly crash into him this time. She stumbled backwards instantly glaring at him with a trembling hate.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Wasn’t this your dream? Why are you acting like a spoiled little child? If this is your pathetic plan to get me to chase you, then you’re in for a big disappointment.”

Rael’s deep baritone voice rang out in the darkness of the night as his palm gripped Polly’s hand tighter.

A cold wind blew, fluttering her soft lashes. Polly looked down at the spot he was holding, which was already red with pooled blood, and then back at his face before she broke into brittle laughter, her voice kissed with tears.

“You’re utterly ridiculous. Rael,” she spoke, shaking her head.

“Is it that hard to believe that I don’t want you anymore? Is it hard to imagine that little Polly, who wished you could spare her even if it was just glance, doesn’t like you anymore?''

She paused for a beat, and then as though she remembered something, her eyes widened;

''Wait… Don’t tell me you caught feelings after our little escapade the other night?”

She asked, and Rael’s ears flushed pink; his grip around her hand loosening. Polly took the opportunity to pull her hand from him.

“I thought as much; there’s no way the almighty Alpha would catch feelings from just 3 minutes of sloppy sex.”