The Possesive Alpha

Chapter 4

Isabelle's Perspective

I blinked, my mind struggling to process what was happening. One moment, I was enjoying a peaceful evening with Ryan, and the next, a man stood before me, stealing every ounce of my attention. And oh my god… Zaddyyyy. My breath hitched as I took him in. He was the definition of perfection. I had never—never—seen a man like him before. Ryan was handsome, sure, but this man? He was otherworldly. Tall. Probably 6’7. Thick, dark brown hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through. Broad shoulders. A muscular chest that strained against his black shirt, making it very clear that he worked out. And when my eyes finally locked onto his…

Damn. Those blue orbs held me captive. They were intense, mesmerizing, like the ocean during a storm. Dangerous but breathtaking. I could lose myself in them. I swear, God must have taken His time creating him. Every single girl would kill to have him. And here I was, standing in front of a literal Greek god. I shamelessly checked him out, top to bottom, like he was a fine piece of art. My inner self was already on her knees, worshipping this man. Then, reality slapped me in the face. I snapped out of my imagination, shaking my head. Wait… what did this hulk just say? All those nasty thoughts vanished. My inner hoe died. I yanked my hand away from his grip, my eyes narrowing in anger. "Who the hell are you?" I snapped, my voice sharp. "And why the fuck are you claiming me?" He didn’t answer. Instead, he laughed. Like actually laughed.

The audacity. His deep, dominant voice reached my ears, making my skin tingle in a way I did not want to acknowledge. "As I told you," he said, calm but firm, "you're mine, and you will come with me, either if you like it or not." Excuse me? If it were any other girl, she probably would have pissed her pants. But me? Hell no. "Oh hell no, I am not going anywhere," I shot back, crossing my arms. "Yes, you are," he asserted, his voice final. A shiver ran down my spine, but I stood my ground, refusing to show any fear. I could see Ryan standing behind me, watching everything unfold, probably confused as hell. I smirked, lifting a brow. "Hey, ass-hat, listen to me carefully—" Ryan laughed.

He actually laughed. And that was not a good idea. I saw the man’s jaw clench, his fists tightening at his sides. He was controlling his anger. But I could tell… He wouldn’t control it for long. "I'm not going anywhere," I said again, my voice firm. He didn’t respond. Instead, he grabbed my hand again, this time with more force. Before I could protest, Ryan stepped in. Like a possessive boyfriend."Hey, man," Ryan said, his voice firm but uncertain.  "Why are you touching my girlfriend?" I could see the anonymous guy tense. Then, his fingers curled into tight fists. "What did you just say?" his voice dropped, sending a chill down my spine. Ryan stood his ground. "I said don’t fucking touch my girlfriend and get lost." Oh boy. That was the wrong thing to say. Before I could even react, the man punched Ryan—hard. Ryan's body flew backward, landing on the beach with a heavy thud. I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth. Holy. Shit. What on earth is happening?!

This was supposed to be a nice date. A peaceful night. Not… whatever the hell this was. "What the fuck?" I yelled, rushing to Ryan, who was groaning in pain. "Are you out of your damn mind? Why did you punch him?" Ryan's nose was bleeding. Like, really bleeding. Shit. I think he broke it. I bent down, trying to help Ryan sit up. He looked dazed, completely shocked. And honestly? I didn’t blame him. The anonymous guy grabbed Ryan by his shirt, lifting him effortlessly. Ryan? Did nothing. He just hung there like a scared little kid. Damn it, Ryan. I could see the guy was about to punch him again. Panic shot through me. I had to stop him. I had to. I straightened my back, putting on the most desperate face I could. "Please," I pleaded, faking it because I did not beg. "Just leave us alone. Let us go. You already ruined our date. Please, just leave us the hell alone." Silence.

Then, suddenly, a new voice cut through the tension. "Alpha, stop!" I turned my head, finding another man standing behind him.  "She's afraid," he continued. "Don't do this. We will come back, but we have to go. This is not the right way." The anonymous guy—who was apparently called Alpha—paused. He turned his head slightly, but his eyes never left mine. Then, he smirked. A slow, cocky smirk that made me want to slap him. Or… something else. "I will come back, baby girl," he murmured, his voice dark and dangerous. Oh, hell no.

"Don't miss me," he added. "You will be mine." And then, with one last look, he turned around and walked away. Leaving me completely confused. And completely furious.

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