Sinful Alphas

Sinful Alphas

Clara

“Are you sure this is ok?” I ask Xavier, my brother’s most trusted friend. According to him, at least.

He smiles, taking more of my suitcases in his hand, then the other. My brows furrow. I know those suitcases weigh at least a hundred pounds each for the lot I put in them. But he acts like he’s pulling boxes of feathers. I mean I know he works out but damn, he must work out his muscles hard.

His shoulders don’t even tense as he sets them on the porch in front of his house.

And if you’re wondering what’s all the hubbub, my brother, who don’t usually get involved in my life unless it’s convenient for him, suddenly offered me a way out of the apartment I was renting out with my ex-boyfriend. He demanded I leave to make space for the girl I found him balls deep in bed with after I came home from work early. That day, I had an odd feeling that made me want to come home, probably because I’m missing Zach. Only to find a string of clothes and undergarments that led to Zach’s room. Even though we were together, I insisted on having separate rooms.

I quickly rushed to my room and slammed the door shut. A while later, he started knocking, while I sat there trying to make sense of what I just saw.

When I confronted him, he didn’t even look the least bit apologetic for cheating on me with who I later on found out was a stripper. Instead, he bared his teeth and barked at me with the same issue that was the root of our fights over the last year.

Sex.

‘What did you expect, Clara? That I’ll have time enough to wait a couple more years before you give me what I need?’ he snapped at me, eyes filled with resentment and rage. I didn’t know that’s how he thought of me trying to save myself for marriage. I always thought it would be a perfect gift…

But who was I kidding?

‘I’ll never be able to take your virginity, would I?’

His words kept playing in my mind at the most random times I’d find, until someone breaks me out of it.

“Trust me, you won’t regret it,” He assures me, tossing a sexy smirk over his broad shoulders.

Memories of the recent past fade into the shadows, ripping me back to the present.    

Hold that thought. Sexy? I know I did not just think that.

I gave him a half-hearted smile. He opens the door to what looked like a giant hall. A giant staircase greeted us right after we walked in.

Taking in the gigantic hall huge enough to even hold a ball, my mouth dropped. I took a moment to quietly admire the decorations on the walls. Everything was covered in dark oak with wood carvings so intricate I presume they took months to finish.

It’s impressive. As I stood admiring the patterns and symbols engraved in significant parts of the house, I didn’t notice the door close behind me, or the footsteps that signified other people’s arrival.

“Xavier, what is the meaning of this? And where’s that little rascal who stole our money? I will make him pay—”

“Sshh!” Xavier hushed.

I froze as the deep, husky voices filled in the once-empty space.

Wait, I thought it would only be the two of us?

Don’t tell me… My heart raced in overwhelm as fear and dread washed over my body.

I turned around and with bated breath, braced myself for the worst.

Blue piercing eyes stared back at me, dark and deep, penetrating into the mask I’ve worn since my separation with Brandon. As if he’s looking right into my soul. And I’m looking right into the eyes of some Greek god. My breath hitched in my throat, and I am taken aback as déjà vu engulfs me with confusion and shock.

Somehow, I get the feeling that this happened to me before.

It had felt the exact same way when I first met Xavier. My brother insisted he was a nice guy and that he was offering a room for me for free. I couldn’t say no to that. At least only until I find a better job. I quit recently since I cannot bear to see Brandon’s face everyday at work, so I reluctantly agreed in one condition. I have to meet this nice guy first.

The moment I stepped into the bar, my eyes locked onto a lone man sitting on the bar with his back turned. His broad shoulders gave off how muscular he really is underneath that leather jacket he wore. He was tall, I might add. And the clothing he wore matches the description my brother gave me as he failed to show up like we agreed. I was certain it was him.

So I tapped his shoulder, and I felt it. The way blood rushed into every part of my body as our eyes connected for the first time. As if I have known him forever, as if I have known him for life. And all the horrible things I had endured up until now was only leading me to him at that very moment.

His eyes widened as he took me in and, well, my body from head to toe, before he held out his hand and flashed me the most handsome smile.

My cheeks flush at the attention he gave me. It was only our first meeting, and yet the way he looks at me makes me feel like he wants to devour me like a prey under wolfish eyes.

However, the feeling left as fast as it came. I thought I just imagined it. I must have. Xavier and I hit it off after a couple of drinks. I must have been too drunk since the alcohol decided for me later that night, that he was indeed a good bloke to share a roof with.

So, I said yes. His irresistible charms and handsome face were a plus to the package.

I was too deep in thought to even realize the cerulean-eyed Greek god towered over me in just a few steps.

I could have sworn he came closer and sniffed the air around me. Then his nostrils flared in disgust as he stared down at me, eyes darkening.

“Who the fuck are you?”