The Curse Of An Alpha *MATURE*

Chapter 1; I should have kept my panties on.

I am reposting this because wattpad is being funny with private chapters and they're not popping up for everyone.

This chapter and probably a lot of the chapters will have MATURE content in them. As in SEX. As in shagalaga ding dong. As in NOT FOR UNDER 18S. Ok? Ok.

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One year ago.

Music danced across her skin as the pounding of the beat trailed down her body- it swayed with free will, completely out of her control. Sweat clung to her skin soaking through the tight red dress that she wore; the material felt heavy and uncomfortable yet still, Alice couldn't help but tip her head back and lose her self to the dance.

Blood rushed to her ears filling her mind with the thrill of the music, of freedom, of power.

The smell of sex surrounded her and infiltrated her nose and senses. It was heavy and hot, compelling in a way that made her stomach tighten. She needed to get laid. She needed to forget the prick who had broken her heart.

A body bumped into her back. Alice stumbled forward, broken out of the trance she let herself be swayed by.

A strong hand wrapped around her elbow before she could fall, it was hot and burning and immediately she felt her body seize. "Steady," the body, a man, said.

Her breath caught in her throat. That voice...Alice swallowed the lump in her throat, her tongue dry and heavy in her mouth. She had too much to drink, that was for certain, as she couldn't help but get turned on by the way he spoke, the feel of his skin on merely her arm...

"Sorry." She didn't know why she was apologizing, she just knew that she needed to do everything in her power to keep him there, to keep his touch on her skin.

The man chuckled. His voice was low and throaty as if he had smoked 20 years of his life. She wondered whether he did.

His hand moved up her arm, goosebumps trailing behind his touch. His fingers glided across the sensitive skin of her neck, like whispers of the night and promises of a wild night...an involuntary moan escaped her lips, echoing around them. No one looked, not when they were lost in their own seduction of lust.

She couldn't help the heat that flared up her body and ignited her soul. How she needed to forget...

His other hand wrapped around her waist, it was firm and rough on the surface of her stomach. Wisps of hair tickled her ear as his breath blew on the side of her neck. She felt the heat of his mouth on her skin, the delicate touch of his lips sent her mind spiralling out of control.

A gasp escaped her. She tipped her head back, moaning at the pleasant assault of the stranger; his fingers spread to her belly button, skimming lower to the base of her abdomen. He pushed her body against his chest, the roughness of his muscles, the pounding of his own heart pulling and tugging her in to his trap like a lullaby.

"What's your name?" His voice was a delicate murmur in her ear.

"Alice," she breathed, gasping as he nipped at her lobe. Their bodies swayed to the music, ignorant of the people around them. She was falling into the abyss of this man, of his seduction and thrall. Her stomach clenched involuntarily as he breathed her name in a throaty groan.

"I like that,"he murmured as he trailed his tongue down her neck, nipping at the skin at the base of her throat.

Alice opened her eyes at the glaring flashing lights above them. She wanted him. Gods how she wanted him...