The Night I Met The Alpha

9

Word Count: 1972

~Dove

My dress swishes around my legs as I walk, following a few steps behind Varian.

His legs are far too long to keep up with, and he isn't the one recovering from a mind blowing orgasm...

He's leading me through the second level of his home toward his personal quarters. Those we pass giggle and point until their attention falls upon me.

I'm either met with sourness of curiosity —  I'm uncertain which is worse.

Regardless, they all seem quietly aware that I'm heading toward the Alpha's room, assuming I'm in for a wild night of pleasure.

Soon enough Varian presses through a pair of white painted doors, leading me into his personal suite.

I almost trip over my feet as I take it in. It is more luxury than I've ever been faced with, and I work in Alpha Matthias's grand manor.

This, however, is pure opulence. The floor is marble, the furniture pale. On the far end of the main room is a raised dais with a deep, round bath set into it, also carved from white marble. It overlooks a sweeping window, which shows an extraordinary view of lights glittering against a wall of night.

"This place is incredible." I turn in a circle, looking up at the intricately painted mural on the ceiling, depicting the night sky in so much depth and detail it feels as though there is no ceiling at all.

"I like to think so." Varian watches me, his hands seated in his pockets.

Despite the vaulted ceiling he still looks absurdly tall. Despite the lavish furnishings, he remains the most striking thing in this place.

I peer through a door to my right, which is clearly his bedroom.

"Only an Alpha could ever need a bed that big," I giggle.

It swallows half the room with its size, the sheets white and the duvet black. It looks so plush and inviting, with thick feather pillows pressed against the headboard.

"Why's that?"

"To fit your assembly of beautiful women," I note, my thick heels clicking against the marble as I wander about.

He follows me into his room, which I boldly examine. "Is that what you assume about me?"

I note the three book stack on his beside, a leather bound journal and a half empty glass of water. This room feels real, lived in. It makes being in it even more exhilarating.

"Not a single person down there can keep your name out of their mouth," I exclaim daringly. "Apparently you have several different favourite positions."

I glance at him, watching his reaction carefully. Perhaps it's the clarity an orgasm has afforded me, or perhaps Claude laced my water with drugs, but I'm feeling bold.

"I'm not good at picking favourites." He leans his shoulder against the wall. "But none of them would know that."

"Is it a bird, a heart of a scar above your cock, huh?" I question, dragging my stare purposefully down his person.

He really is unfairly beautiful. I didn't expect it. To make matters worse my attraction to him delves deeper than his skin, to something beyond I'm yet to ascertain.

The corner of his mouth twitches upward. "I like hearing filthy words out of your mouth."

"Answer the question," I demand, folding my arms over my chest.

He stands, facing me. My breath locks deep into my lungs as he raises his shirt, revealing nothing but a bare midriff etched with muscle.

I let out a slow breath. So those girls were lying for clout. I figured, but the confirmation is oddly satisfying.

"Nothing?"

"I don't just fuck at random." He drops his shirt, although he looks at me makes me feel like we're both naked. "I am very selective."

My eyes narrow suspiciously. "Yet you chose me?"

"I didn't fuck you." He wanders over to the window, gazing out at the glistening city below. "I like that people see me as a frivolous lover who indulges in sin and not much else."

I pause. I'm starting to feel like I'm on the precipice of learning something that others don't know, and if I'm not careful with what I say, this opportunity is going to slip out from under me.

"Why?" I ask.

"No one knows what I'm truly up to."

My brows rise. "How nefarious sounding."

Were I here as a spy on behalf of Matthias, I might ask what he is up to. No one this close to Matthias has ever got this close to Varian, and the information I could glean could be extraordinary.

But I don't want that. I just want to be someone enjoying his presence, and nothing more.

"So, I take a lover to my room each night I host a party and I pleasure them with my fingers or my tongue, then I send them on their way. In an effort to sound accomplished amongst their friends they occasionally lie and act like I had sex with them," he muses.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, I release a breath, grateful to be off my feet, even if it's just for a second.

"Why are you telling me this?" I question.

"I don't know, Dove." He sighs with a loose shrug. "How would you like to spend a week here, in my pack?"

"I don't think-"

"Stay with a friend, or stay here," he offers.

I look out the window at the sprawling city beyond. Not only do I not know anyone who lives in this pack, I wouldn't survive a week here. The place would swallow me whole...

Not to mention Matthias and my father. Neither would let me slip away so easily.

"Why?" I ask cautiously.

"Something is coming, and I don't want you home for it." He slides his hands into his pocket, his expression growing grave.

My throat tightens. Something is coming.

That's almost exactly what my father said. Him and Matthias didn't elaborate to me, but whatever it is, it involves Varian.

"What is coming?"

He pauses, a frown rolling over his brow. "I...can't say, exactly."

He's yet another cryptic Alpha and I'm just a girl with not enough power to know anything. Whatever is coming is bad enough for him to wan a stranger away from her own pack...

"I need to return. My father and sister are back home." I stand, adjusting my skirts uncomfortably.

Varian rubs his jaw. "They are welcome to join."

"They wouldn't." I gesture at the door. "I should go."

How am I going to broach this subject with my father without mentioning Varian? If we are in danger, people need to know.

"Stay longer," he insists quietly.

I smirk. "Are you worried rumours will arise that you can't get it up, or perhaps that you don't last in bed?"

His smile is beautiful, a pleasant feeling curling in my stomach. Suddenly I want to forever be the funniest person in the room just to see it.

"If you're going to leave the least you can do is limp on the way out."

I wipe my hand over my mouth, smothering my giggle.

"I suppose I'll be saying goodbye then."

I make it a few steps to the door before he speaks again. "Leave through the servants quarters. I'll have a car meet you out there."

I nod. "Thank you, Alpha."

I'll accept his offer to be driven back, but only to the train station near home. My body is wrought with fatigue after this overstimulating night and a life altering orgasm. If I weren't so worried about getting home before father wakes, I would collapse onto this man's incredibly soft bed and sleep this night away.

"Say my name," he asks just as my hand grasps the door handle.

I blink. "Why?"

"I just want to hear how it sounds coming from your mouth," he murmurs, so profoundly sincere in this moment that it makes me pause. I didn't know Alpha's could possess such emotion.

"It was nice to meet you, Varian, but I must be leaving now."

"There are smaller parties here often." He slides his hands into his pockets. "Visit then or outside of those hours at your discretion. I would be pleased to see you."

I incline my head as I slip from the room.

The tension fractures once I'm out of Varian's eye-line. My body slumps, held up only by lingering desire and relief that I came out of this alive.

Resting my back against the door, I exhale long and slow, closing my eyes as the beat of the music levels below thumps through me. I'm fighting the faint, inexplicable urge to slip back into the room just to be near him again.

Even Matthias doesn't have that kind of energy. It must be a Varian thing above a Alpha thing.

I hurry off, sweeping through corridors and past gigantic windows displaying the extent of the sprawling city before I make it back to the main stairs.

I make it only a few steps down when my eyes snag on two women entangled in an embrace, making out without a care for their surroundings.

And one of them is my sister.

"Holy...Eden?"

My sister pulls back abruptly from the kiss, looking over the woman's shoulder to see me gaping at her.

Claude must have drugged me, because there is no way my sister is standing before me, wearing a long red gown that she definitely does not own.

For a second we just stare at each other before she brushes her partner aside, looking over me with as much confusion on her face as I have on mine.

"Dove?" She shakes her head, bewildered. "What in the world are you doing here?"

She looks beautiful, which I would mention were I not spiralling into an inescapable pit of confusion. Her lips are painted the prettiest scarlet and her yellow hair is weaved into sloping curls, draping down over her collarbones. Her décolletage glistens with a fine dust, and her dress...the jewels attached to it cost more than father's cottage alone.

"What are you doing here?" I snap, forcing my mouth closed so I'm not gaping at her like a fish.

"Shit, you need to go. It's dangerous here." She grabs for my arm but I pull back. Why is she acting like she's familiar with this environment, like she's seen all this before?

I glance at the woman she was kissing, who looks between us, stunned. She must be Eden's secret lover and is as beautiful as my sister.

"What about you?"

"I've been coming here to these for years, Dove," she admits, flustered. "Why are you here?"

"I don't know, I just decided I wanted to," I stammer, unsure of how to justify my presence.

She holds her hands up. "I'm not judging. But look, you need to leave, and don't tell father."

I shrink back a little. Of course, I wouldn't tell our father...he would have both our heads, right before he spirals into a deep reflectiveness on how he failed his daughters and allowed them to get seduced away from reason.

"I mean of course not. How could I explain without-"

"Yes okay. Go!" She insists hurriedly, a flare of panic building behind her eyes.

"But-"

"Go! I'll explain in the morning."

I should stay, or at least try to get her to return with me. But she's clearly more experienced at this than I am, and Varian's men are probably waiting downstairs for me.

So, bundling the skirt of my dress in my hands, I hurry down the stairs, hoping an explanation awaits me later. 

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