The Heir Alpha’s Betrayal

“Skye!”

I gasped as I woke up with a start. Blinding light flooded my vision, leaving me momentarily stunned as to where I was.

“Are you okay? You weren’t waking up.”

My eyesight cleared bringing the owner of the voice to view. A pair of golden-brown eyes stared at me, framed by a familiar mop of curly blonde hair. I blinked.

“Skye… ? It’s me, Alex.”          

It was Alex Wilder.

It was Alex Wilder!?

“What?... Where… where’s my mother?” I asked, sitting up on a large bed.

My voice sounded different, grown.

The stranger claiming to be Alex looked at me like I had grown a second head.

“She… She’s dead, Skye. She died when you were fourteen.”  He said tentatively.

Like a flash, my memories came rushing back to me. I had been dreaming up a childhood memory. I wasn’t six anymore, I was eighteen, just like my mum wasn’t the nanny of the Wilder siblings anymore. And Alex, he wasn’t that naughty nine year old anymore, he was… my mate.

I allowed my eyes wander to his naked torso and heat flooded my cheeks as I remembered what had transpired between us the night before.

He smirked knowingly as he noticed my gaze wander. “If you want to go another round, you can just say so.” His voice was seductive. I could feel his eyes roaming over my barely covered body but before I could say a word, there was a knock on his bedroom door.

“Master Alex.”

“Yes, Dominic.”

Dominic. The Heir Alpha’s valet.

“Your mother is here.”

His eyes widened.

“Give me a minute!”

He looked at me. “Into the dressing room. Now.” He whispered forcefully.

I quickly grabbed his white dress shirt that had been flung to his bedside table and swung it over my naked body while he hurriedly got dressed. Jumping off of the bed, I ran into the adjoining dressing room and pulled the door close only leaving it slightly open. Just at that moment, his bedroom door swung open.

“I didn’t say you could let her in Dom…” Alex started to say before he was interrupted.

“Where is she?” I knew that voice. I peeped through the small opening to see a woman in a pink dressing gown, her blonde hair fell in thick curls down her back.

“El?”

Eliana Woods. Daughter of Alpha Kyrian, a friend of Alex’s father. She was Alex’s closest childhood friend and…first love.

“I can smell her on you. Where is she?”

“Relax, El. Nobody’s here.”

“Don’t lie to me. I saw you with her after your welcoming party last night. Seriously, Alex. A laundry maid?”

She sounded like a she-wolf that had just caught her mate cheating on her, except… Alex was my mate not hers.

“Is that why you showed up in front of my bedroom at the crack of dawn, pretending to be my mother?” he sounded amused.

“You didn’t answer my question! Did you sleep with her!?”

“I don’t exactly see how that’s any of your business. We’re not together anymore.” He folded his hands as he stared down at her, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

She scoffed. “I guess, I’ll just have to find out myself.” She turned in the direction of the dressing room but Alex pulled her back by the hand and placed his lips on hers drawing her into a sweeping kiss.

After a moment, she pushed him away gently and whispered, “How dare you touch me after laying your hands on that maid,” her voice, thick with desire.

He pulled her in again. “Why would I ever touch a filthy slave when I have you.” He left a trail of kisses down her neck. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

My eyes filled with tears as I stood watching them. He was my mate, but for some reason, I felt like I was the side-piece as I watched them kiss and caress each other, Eliana’s quest to find me completely forgotten. The werewolf I had loved since I was little, was in bed with someone else.

Any servant in the Wilder manor knew about the Heir Alpha’s long-standing crush on Eliana Woods. Alex had loved her since they were young. He even fought his beta because of her four years ago, it was a very bloody fight. Afterwards, his mother, Luna Amaya, sent him away to Bloodclaw, a disciplinary and training academy for young male werewolves of high rank.

He told me that he had discovered that I was his mate after his return two weeks ago. He told me he loved me, and I believed him . I didn’t have a wolf yet so I couldn’t really tell if we had a mate bond, but I had believed him blindly, overjoyed to think that my one-sided love for the Alpha’s son would finally be returned but here he was making love to his ex-lover in the same bed where he had just made love to me. What a liar he was, and what a fool I’d been. Such a fool.

The sounds of their love-making was like a knife being drawn on my skin over and over again. I clutched my hands so hard that I could’ve drawn blood from them. Despite the anger and pain I was feeling, I couldn’t bring myself to move from where I stood. I couldn’t bring myself to do anything so I just watched… and watched.

After they finished, Eliana peeled herself away from Alex, who very reluctantly let her go, and put on her silk dress before leaving the room, blowing him kiss as she left. My blood boiled in my veins.

I opened the door to the dressing room forcefully.

Tears were streaming down my face as I looked at him.

“Filthy? Slave? That’s what you really think of me!?”

“Isn’t that what you are?” His reply was so cold it stunned me. “You were a fool to think that I would ever mate with you, even if the Moon Goddess fated it.”

I blinked. What?

“I reject you, Skye. I, Alex Wilder, reject you as my mate.”

I stared at him, shocked, the burning pain in my chest as the mate bond broke was the only sign that I wasn’t dreaming again. It felt like he had ripped out my heart and left a bleeding hole in my chest.

He stared back at me. Not a hint of guilt or remorse on his face but rather… irritation.

“Well? Don’t just stand there. Get out of my room.”

I blinked again, not even knowing how to respond.

“Is that all you can say to me?” I managed to say, struggling to keep my voice steady.

He heaved a sigh and got off his bed. He grabbed my maids’ uniform that he had hurriedly stashed in his armoire and walked over to me.

“Here, take your clothes. You can return my shirt after you wash it. Now get out.”

I stared at him unable to believe that this was the same person who had been so kind and loving to me, just last night.  When I hesitated, he grabbed my hand forcefully and dragged me towards the door.

“Let go of me!” I screamed.

He opened his bedroom door and threw me out, dressed in only his white shirt.

“I said, Get Out!”

I lost my balance and fell, only to be caught suddenly by a pair of strong arms. I looked up at the stranger who had caught me and it felt like time stopped.

He was handsome in a way that made my breath hitch. A thick mane of dark hair hung loosely to his shoulders but what struck me most were his eyes. They were the colour of the clouds just before a storm. They drew me in until I felt utterly lost in their cold gaze. Despite his strikingly handsome face, something about him made me feel wary of him. Like I was a deer that had been cornered by a lion.

A faint voice in my head whispered,

“Mate.”