Chapter 4

Oscar's POV 

The party was over. But she never left my head. Watching her act like everything was alright even after she had just been rejected was weird. I was expecting her to break down into tears and cry. Maybe shout and yell at Brian. But she acted like she didn't care. If one didn't know, they would think she wasn't hurt.

But I saw it in the way her body moved stiffly. In her robotic expression. She was putting on a facade to stop people from pitying and bullying her. Brian was insane, I knew that. But I never expected him to reject his mate in front of so many people. He crushed her innocent spirit. 

“Oscar.” I heard my Beta, Jeff, say behind me, and I turned to him with a stoic expression. “I found her. She's drunk and heading back into the mansion.”

I didn't know why I told Jeff to look after her. Maybe because I was worried that she would commit suicide under my roof. Or maybe because it felt like my responsibility to look after her since my son was the only reason she ended up crushed.

She was everything I disliked though. She was too sweet. Too innocent. Too bubbly. And she always wore pink. It was annoying as I hated flashy colors but my principle was that any maid could wear whatever color of dress they wanted. They weren't prisoners so they were allowed to dress how they liked. But she just had to choose pink.

I detested her choices from the very moment I saw her. Because it made me notice her a little more than I wanted. She always stood out no matter where or when. She was so easily noticeable. It irked me. Or so I thought.

I made my way downstairs as I watched her stagger into the mansion. She looked dead-drunk and I couldn't help but shake my head in disbelief. For a girl who never touched alcohol to get drunk, it was evident that she was beyond hurt. I had just turned the corner when she bumped into me before staggering back to get a good view of me.

Pink. 

It looked good on her, that was something I couldn't deny. Brian was blind for rejecting her, she was a million times prettier than Melissa.

She staggered forward and backward like she was trying to get her stance and narrowed her eyes at me. Her lips suddenly curled up into a grin that had me raising my brows in surprise.

“Oscar.” She murmured and to my greatest surprise, crashed into me. My eyes widened as her face pressed against my chest and her arms wrapped around me. 

“For fuck's sake…” I muttered in annoyance and tried to pry her hands away but she was clingier than a koala. 

“Do you want me to take care of her for you?” Jeff appeared from behind me and I turned to him with a slight twitch on the corner of my lips.

“I can handle her myself, Jeff. I'm 45, not 70. I'm stronger and more handsome than you young wolves.” I remarked with a frown, and he rolled his eyes. He was obviously tired of my gloating.

“As the alpha says.” He muttered mockingly. “What are you going to do with her? She's drunk and I'm afraid taking her back to her quarters would cause something we can't avoid.”

“I'll handle it, Jeff. Make sure Brian doesn't do anything stupid tonight. Keep your eyes on him. I'll call for you when I need you.” I replied and he nodded before walking away. 

I turned to look at the limp girl in my arms and finally picked her up before walking her to my private room. Taking her to my room would spark rumors, and returning her to her quarters would cause her to be in trouble, so my private room was the only option. No one knew it existed except Jake and me.

My wolf, who had been dormant all these years, stirred just at her presence, and I wondered what connection I had with her. I knew she wasn't my mate, and neither was I hers, but there was something about her. Something that pulled me in. And whatever it was, it was dangerous.

I placed her on the bed and moved to leave when she shot out of bed like she had just had a nightmare. 

“Don't leave me!” She muttered, her voice trembling as she reached for the air, her eyes still closed like she was dreaming.

I didn't know why I moved to her. But I did. I took her hand that was outstretched and her eyes finally opened. Her gaze met mine and the hunger that swirled in them had me gulping harshly.

“Oscar…” She muttered as she pushed herself off the bed and leaned toward me. “Help me…” 

I should have told Jeff to stop her from getting so drunk. I glanced at her and I could see how much she was sweating even with the air conditioner on. I placed a hand on her forehead and realized that she was burning hot.

“You have a fever?” I mumbled in shock and she immediately shook her head as she pulled me to her.

“I want you. Not a fever. You.” She whimpered, grabbing my shirt lightly and at that moment, realization dawned on me.

“Your first heat?” I asked in surprise and she whimpered in response, moving so that she was sitting on my lap, straddling me.

Fuck, she was supposed to be innocent right? She literally grew up here and I know for a fact that she was naive and a virgin. How could this be happening now?

“Pink, listen to me. You need to try to sleep, alright? You're in your heat—”

“You won't help me?” She cried out, fisting my shirt in her hands. “You're gonna reject me too? You all hate me so much?” 

“You're drunk. You'll regret this tomorrow.” I said plainly, trying desperately to ignore the fact that she was grinding against my crotch and my wolf was enjoying every bit of what was going on. He wanted her badly. Just like I did.

But it made no sense. The age gap wasn't something to write home about. I couldn't take advantage of her.

“I want you. Please. Get this uncomfortable feeling out of me.” She begged even more, and when I stayed silent, she moved, pulling her dress over her head, and I froze.

My mouth went dry when she started to massage her breasts and I gulped harshly. How was I supposed to ignore this, right in front of me?

“Are you sure you wanna do this, Pink?” I questioned, my eyes trained on her beautiful, perky boobs. To my surprise, she took my hands and placed them on her breasts to show that she was serious.

She's drunk, Oscar, get it together!

“Please me, Alpha Oscar.” She whispered softly and the last thread of reasoning that I had finally snapped as I turned us over so that she was under me.

“You'd better not regret this tomorrow morning,” I muttered as I leaned down and took her left nipple into my mouth while my other hand flicked over the right.

The moan that left her lips sent all the blood in my body running south.

This was going to be a long night.