Chapter 1: Drunken Endeavours

Nora’s POV

I didn't realize the punch was spiked.

That was a silly mistake on my part, I should have known Alpha Aaron’s son would never throw a party without booze in the drinks. But I wasn't thinking about that when I saw the glass bowl of strawberry punch in the center of the living room, and so I used it as a chaser to wash down my three shots of vodka.

And now, the entire room is spinning.

I stumble up the long, golden staircase, away from the crowded party in Alpha Aaron’s extravagant mansion. I just need some quiet for a minute, or better, a place to lie down until my head stops pounding.

I open a door in the upstairs hallway, hoping to find an empty bed to rest in.

There is a bed in the room that I peek my head inside, but it is far from empty.

Laying across the sheets is a naked woman, her soft breasts bouncing as a man hovering above thrusts inside her. I can’t help but watch as the woman moans, crying out the man’s name over and over, her acrylics digging into his back. I observe the couple, becoming wet between my legs.

Feeling dirty for spying on them like that, I quickly close the door, praying neither of them saw me. They seemed too preoccupied with one another to notice.

I continue down the long hallway, my vision somewhat blurred, until I come across another bedroom, this one empty, the lights dimmed. Still thinking about the couple in the previous room, I collapse onto the bed.

The woman’s moans replay on loop in my brain like a broken record. She was gorgeous, so was he, and I drunkenly slide my hand down my underwear as I close my eyes and imagine myself in her position.

Suddenly, the front door of the bedroom opens. I instantly pull my hand out from my panties, my face blushing bright red and I stare at the figure of a man in the doorway. Between the poor lighting and my foggy vision, I can’t quite make out what he looks like.

“Oh! My apologies,” the man chuckles.

A wave of embarrassment washes over me. “I was just… resting.”

“No need to explain,” his smirk is apparent in his voice. “Should I leave you alone?”

I suppose I should say ‘yes’ to the strange man in the doorway, but something compels me not to.

“No…” I say. “You can come in.”

The man waltzes into the room and takes a seat on the edge of the bed, setting his drink down on the nightstand. I feel something growl with hunger deep inside me, overcome with a burning desire that is both enticing and frightening.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

“That doesn’t matter,” I say, sitting up and moving a bit closer to him.

The man picks his drink up from the nightstand and takes another swig.

“Could I?” I hold out my hand.

“Anything for a pretty girl,” the man hands me the glass.

“Please, you don’t even know what I look like,” I take a sip, too drunk to even taste the alcohol.

“No need to,” the man laughs. “I know a pretty girl’s scent anywhere.”

“Oh you do?” I take another sip.

There is a silence between us. I suppose it should be awkward, but it feels comfortable. I presume it’s all the booze relaxing me.

“I-” the man starts, but before he can get his sentence out, I suddenly press my lip against his.

I don’t know who he is, and I don’t care, I just know I want this badly.

The man grabs my long, brown hair in his fists, pulling my head back so he can kiss my neck. I hum at the sensation, tightly gripping his shoulders as his hot mouth works its way down from my neck to my collarbone to my chest. I moan.

The man roughly pushes me onto my back, lifting my dress up and continuing his trail of kisses down to my stomach. A heat surges through my body. He traces his tongue over my panties, and I scream with pleasure.

“You like that, baby girl?”

“Yes!”

He laughs and continues to tease me, lightly brushing his tongue across the fabric. I bury my nails into his scalp, wanting more.

“Be patient,” he laughs again.

“Please…” I whimper.

“Well, since you asked nicely,” he snickers, shifting my panties to the side and slipping his tongue inside me.

I gasp, squeezing his head between my thighs as he licks up and down my pussy, before sucking on my clit. I have to bite down on my hand through the intensity as I feel the climax building up.

“Don’t stop!”

He sucks on my clit more, flicking the tip with his tongue. Damn, he knows exactly what he’s doing. I finally orgasm, my legs straightening out in front of me.

The man looms over me. I lay panting on the bed. He runs his hand through my hair and down to my neck, peppering my skin with kisses.

“Do you want me inside you?” he whispers in my ear.

I nod my head, not thinking logically, just following my alcohol-soaked impulses and arousal.

The sound of a belt unbuckling rings through the air, and the man pulls his cock out from his pants. Slowly, he pushes himself inside me. My breath hitches. It’s big.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m okay,” I exhale. It doesn’t hurt, it’s just a lot.

“I’ll go slow, baby girl,” he nibbles at my ear, gently moving in and out of me.

“Take your shirt off,” I demand.

He pulls his shirt over his head, and I feel his bare, robust abdomen as he fucks me. A second orgasm bubbles up inside me, and I wrap my legs around his body, pulling him close. He bites down on my shoulder, and with that, I cum, seeing nothing but white. He finishes soon after me.

He cradles me like a child in his arms as we lay together in bed until I pass out, succumbing to all the liquor.

The next morning, my eyes flutter open as sunlight pours in through the bedroom window.

The events of last night, while a little hazy, have not been forgotten. I turn to the other side of the bed.

The man from last night sleeps soundly under the sheets. He is handsome, very handsome, with a sharp jaw, dark brown hair, tan skin, and large, toned muscles. A little older than me, perhaps in his early 30s or late 20s, but still in his prime.

The more I look at the sleeping man, the more I realize how familiar he looks. Have we met before? If so, where? We must have known each other at some point in the past, after all, we were both invited to the same party last night.

Before I can put my finger on it, my phone rings. My mother is calling.

Lowering my voice, I answer the phone. “Hi Mama!”

“Nora, dear! I've been wondering where you are. You need to come home, quickly. My brother will be here any minute for your 18th!”

“I’m sorry, Mama! I'll be back as soon as possible!” I throw my dress from last night on and slip into my shoes.

As I rush down the stairs, I realize they are each on the wrong foot, but I'm too eager to get home before my mother becomes suspicious to fix it.

As I head from Alpha Aaron’s house back to my own, I realize how awful I must look, doing the walk of shame through a neighbour’s pack, my shoes on the wrong feet, my hair messy and dishevelled, my makeup smeared. I wipe the mascara running down my face off with my hands and brush my fingers through my tangled hair as best I can, trying to make myself appear just a little more presentable and dignified for my mother.

When I arrive home, I call out for my mother. “Mama? I'm home!”

“Nora, perfect! I was getting worried!” My mother rushes into the front room, planting a kiss on my cheek. “What on Earth were you up to last night, dear? You look awfully tired.”

“Oh, I was just at a classmate’s party. Alpha Aaron’s son, from the Midnight Pack,” I say, not lying, just omitting some of the truth.

“How funny, your uncle attended that same party last night. Did you see him?” my mother asks.

Even if I did see him, how would I recognize him? I haven't met my mother’s brother since I was a little kid. “We haven’t met each other in so many years,” I say. “I don't know what he looks like.”

Before my mother can respond, her phone rings.

“It’s your uncle!” my mother glances at the screen.

He will arrive 1 hour later. My mother let me change my awful clothes asap. “You should make a good expression on your uncle.”

As soon as I finish, the guard reports my uncle arriving. My mother hardly waits to open the door, I feel as if I have been hit by a semi-truck on the highway.

Standing at the doorway is him, the man from last night, looking just as handsome as ever.

I stare at him, taking a slow breath. Be calm, I tell myself. He’ll just be another guest for the party. Another endless person that my parents know. He walks towards us and I want the ground to swallow me whole.

I don’t react, pretending to not recognize him. Perhaps he’ll think I forgot everything and never bring it up.

“Hello,” I smile and wave. “I'm Nora.”

I wonder who this man could be, and what kind of sick joke is the universe trying to pull?

Oh Goddess. I pray.

“Nora, this is my brother, Ethan,” my mother says. “Your uncle.”