An alpha story. Human mate for an alpha figure. How does that turn out and would Isabella ever submit? Or will her submission be coerced?
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I reached the end of the terrace and realised that I had to jump to the nex...
I closed my eyes in anticipation, bracing myself for all the predicaments I may possibly face in this party. I know I was being slightly dramatic but I had my reasons. Firstly, I've never been to a party let alone a party like this so I don't exactly know what the 'norm' was. Drinking? Not my forte. Secondly, I wasn't really here just to party. I was here to entertain Christopher's myth of me being his supposedly girlfriend, there was weight on my shoulders. And thirdly, I didn't know what Christopher even was. I was here on a mission. I need to confirm my suspicions. That Christopher was indeed a werewolf.
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"If you worry anymore, you'll begin to grow wrinkles worse than our grandmother" A voice suddenly said and I realised it belonged to Damon as he approached us.
Christopher suddenly nudged me and I realised the comment was directed towards me.
"Sorry. It's just that I'm not exactly used to parties" I managed to say. Better that than my werewolf suspicions.
"Well that's a shame. The Knight household holds parties so often, it's almost second nature" Damon chuckled and when he noticed that I didn't chuckle along, he raised an eyebrow.
"Are you sure you're only feeling nervous? Is anything else wrong?" Damon asked, slightly concerned as he looked towards Christopher for an answer.
"No of course not. Why would anything be wrong? We're here to have a good time, Bella just needs a little adjusting" Christopher explained but I didn't miss the annoyed tone directed at me. Gosh I wasn't even here for 5 minutes and I was already ruining this.
"Alright if you say so. Anyways there's a few people I gotta see. See you guys around later" Damon said as he rushed towards a group of people, tapping Christopher's shoulder on his way out.
Once he was out of sight, I prepared myself for Christopher's anger.
He bought me close to him as he hunched down close to my ear. He made the position so discrete that it almost looked like we were a couple madly in love to the outsider. But in reality, I was being threatened.
"Look, I don't what's going through your head because I can't exactly read your mind. But whatever the hell you're thinking, just drop it. You better not screw this up or I'll screw you up" He said menacingly in a low voice and I had to stop myself shivering at the sheer power of his voice.
"Now come on, we need to be a couple" he said as he pulled me along to a bar. I didn't find it in myself to protest or put up any rebellion activity. Can you blame me for not wanting to dig my own damn grave?
"Christophaaaaa!" A loud voice suddenly boomed behind us. It sounds way too enthusiastic and happy. Guess this is how they mingle.
Christopher swiftly turned around to see who was greeting him and his eyes immediately lit up in happiness when he saw the face.
"Esterno" Christopher perched as he went to give the man a manly hug. He had a tall build like Christopher though his frame didn't match up to Christopher's standard. What is up with me and comparing Christopher to everyone.
