In the Arms of the Alpha King

chapter one

[Elena Sinclair]

Girls just want to have fun, if possible, dance the night away but their mamas will never understand.

Music blare, the bass throbbed through my veins as I swayed to the rhythm, the lights flashing in sync with the music that reverberated through the packed club. Sweat clung to my skin, mixing with the scent of alcohol and perfume that hung thick in the air. The world felt electric, pulsing with a kind of reckless energy and the thrill of the youth moment as we grind our bodies against each other, I and my bestie, Ruby.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, barely noticeable against the pounding music. I ignored it at first, lost in the moment, but then it buzzed again, and again. Reluctantly, I pulled it out and glanced at the screen, the name flashing there instantly sobering me: *Mom*.

A sigh escaped my lips "bitch, fucking save that last dance for me" I yelled at my lungs top at amelia, she flipped me a fuck you sign, mouthing "yours already bitch"

I pushed myself through the throngs of dancing bodies, the sound of the music growing distant as I found my way to a quieter corner near the exit. The air was cooler here, the scent of stale cigarettes mingling with the distant hum of the nightlife outside. I pressed the phone to my ear and answered.

"Hey, Mom," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. The last thing I wanted was for her to know I was at a club.

"Elena, where are you?" Her voice was sharp, with that familiar edge of displeasure.

"I'm just out with some friends," I replied vaguely, hoping she wouldn't press for details, why did she even call, it not even of her concern if I spend the night out, she never cared.

"Out where? It sounds noisy. You're not... at one of those clubs, are you?" Her tone shifted, deepening into something more serious.

I hesitated. Why is she suddenly interested in my were-about "No, not really. Just at a party. You know it amelia birthday, she is throwing a girl's fun night."

She sighed and I could picture her pinching the bridge of her nose with her long-manicured nails, the way she did, when she is trying to keep calm, but she doesn't know, makes her look like the devil advocate.

"Elena, please tell me you are been responsible, I don't want you doing anything stupid, especially tonight. remember we will be moving into mason house tomorrow, this is a one huge chance to stardom, I wouldn't appreciate you ruining it for me with your silly youthful nonsense"

I eyerolled at her remark, how could I possible forget when she has been ranting about it all day, the jack pot she has hit, she could cut the crap for all I know she is after his pocket and fame, she doesn't even love the man, and I hate been part of her pawn games.

It wasn't that I dislike him, he is a good man, that my mom sure doesn't deserve but the thought of moving into his house, having him as step dad, made my stomach turn, it felt too fast, too much, having no room for argument

"I know mom, no liquors and I will be home soon" I said hoping she to end the conversation quickly.

"Do you think, I should wear that red body hug gown, you know to bring out my assets, the boobies and the ass ...oh Roman love when I flaunt them out"

I cringe at her, trying so hard not to picture her in the dress.it was too sultry, leave nothing to imagination, sometimes I wonder who is the girl between us, total stark contrast of each other

"Whatever you choose, you will look good" I reply

"Good, too bad, you're not here, I will have used your help with jewelry set, nevertheless I will figure it out," I nodded at her, like she could she see me