Alpha's Cursed Luna

BARBARA

The music of loud party dancing filled my ears. I rested my forearms on the bar counter, crossing my milky legs on top of the other as I felt several pairs of eyes all over me at this very moment. I could feel them leave traces of lust and desire as their eyes traveled all the way down to the spot in between my legs, but I couldn't bring myself to give two shits when my body is trembling out of pure, delicious excitement. Although it was short-lived. The sudden feeling of his crotch grazing my belly at that time left a spark which triggered something deep within. An overwhelming desire and want I haven't been able to feel for somebody else. Well, except for one particular man. I downed my drink the next second his face popped up into my head.

Sigh.

"Hey, can I buy you a drink?" A tall well-muscled man with the blonde hair and ocean blue eyes looking like in his late twenties swiftly landed his ass on the seat right next to me. His flirtatious smile and narcissistic appeal only vexed me more than attract me.

"No. Now can you get out of my face?” I replied harshly. Not even bothering to make eye contact with someone ordinarily boring as this guy.

"What if I don't?"

I heaved out a sharp breath before whipping my head to eye him, my other brow raising to my hairline when I see the cocky smirk on his face.

"Then my mate will come and beat the crap out of you,” I threatened.

At first, his eyes narrowed at me and I spotted fear that was beginning to swirl in his blue eyes when suddenly, he decided to have the audacity to laugh mockingly at my words.

"Yeah? Then why aren't you carrying his mark?" He pointed a finger to my bare neck, around the area of my marking spot that still hasn't been marked. I couldn't help but gaze down at my neck myself. Only then did I feel a twinge of sadness and pain weighing down on my heart the longer I stared at my blank, pale white skin.

As soon as I realized I was actually starting to feel bothered by this stupid nonsense, I snapped my head up to glare at the man sitting right next to me.

"Ain't none of your damn business," I spatted.

"Woah, easy now"

He raised his palms into the air in a defensive position, and I let out a threatening growl warning him not to step outside his boundaries no more than he already have. He gulped and scurried away from my sight in an instant.

The urge to roll my eyes ruled over my decision to keep a straight face. I pressed my lips together, shaking my head as I glanced down at the small, empty bottle in my hand.

Not too long after I sensed Paula's scent in the air as she sauntered over to me.

I shot my eyes at her almost immediately, glaring at her while she lifted herself up on the stool now available next to me.

"What took you so long?” I asked irritably.

"Oh calm you ass down, Barb. I just had a little fun," She pulled a guilty face, giving me those big, round puppy-eyes as she toyed with her forefingers, blinking innocently at my face.

I shook my head, half-shocked but also half-expecting this to happen whenever Paula met those two bodyguards my father hired to look after us, twenty-four seven.

"Don't tell me you just got banged by those two again?" I raised a brow at her. Whereas she shrugged and licked the corner of her lips tauntingly.

"Uhh, I can't help it?" She giggles and I let out a groan.

"Besides, they're my mates.” She reasoned.

"Two of them?" I felt like my brows disappeared into my hairline the moment she spoke.

Paula tucked her hair behind her earlobe, glancing at out bodyguards before winking at them.

"Oh enough about me. How did it go?"

I had to blink several more times before I completely took off my mind from the fact Paula has two mates. Two!

Smiling, I shoved empty bottle in my purse before turning my head to face her.

"It went smoother than I expected,” I informed. I knew I was desperate. Surrendering to this method of mine has certainly been a dead give-away for that. When I “bumped’ into Alpha Alexander a little while earlier, it took everything I had in me not to wrap my arms around his neck that instant. And while he was busy ironing out his clothes with his hands, I immediately took the opportunity to slip a few drops into each of his glasses. My heart couldn't stop thudding like thunderstorms inside me ever since.

Paula nodded.

Even now, I still could not believe I was able to pull off that stunt by myself!

Chuckling to myself, I tried looking around to scan the area for weeds. Small, dangerous weeds that could effectively ruin the plan I've started to make into reality myself. Slowly and carefully. After a few moments of searching, I let out a long sigh of relief. A smile crept to my face and I raised my glass, drinking the last bit of martini left in it just so I could hide the grin from my face.

My eyes then circled the party again in search of something else.

Alexander.

I licked my lips hungrily when I caught sight of his gorgeously handsome face at one long table not far from my stool. He was just sitting there, his lips were not moving as he only seemed to be staring at his glass. I curled my fists, wanting to slam them hard on the table. Frustration beginning to wrap me when I realize he hasn't been drinking his shit. My eyes lingered, peering at the brown- haired female sitting right beside him. In that instant, I felt my blood boil as soon as I laid my eyes on Eleanor.

That horrible, wicked, play-pretend bitch.

I picked up my glass before sliding my long leg down to the floor.

"Where are you going?" I could feel Paula's gaze on my back, and I whipped my head towards her, grinning.

"Just shut up and watch,” I stated lowly before striding across the dance floor, making my way to Alpha Alexander's table when I felt someone wrap a hand around my wrist tightly, yanking me towards a huge solid wall, and I bumped my forehead against it.

"Hey!" I groaned, irritated. The unexpected impact of my head on a solid-rock wall of muscle instantly shooting pain around my head, making me snap my eyes up to the man who dared lay a hand on me.

"Do you think I don't know what you're doing, Barbara?" My eyes widened at the sound of his voice, his scent beginning to infiltrate my senses without so much of a warning, and I shivered as his other hand clutched my waist, ever so tightly. His fingernails nearly digging through the fabric of my silk dress, into my delicate skin.

My eyes scrunched tight in dreaded anticipation.

"Adrian..."

He pulls me to his chest, my back pressed against his rock-hard abs before I felt him bury his head into my neck. He took a deep breath, the feel of his breath against my flesh sending chills up my spine almost like a jolt of lightning.

"W-What are you doing here?" The words tumbled out of my mouth, and I barely managed to stifle the moan that threatened to escape me when he exhales a deep breath.

"Keeping an eye on you, mate.” He growls, anger translucent in the tone he used to utter those words too close to my damn ears, and my wolf purrs deep within me in response.

"I am not your mate." I tell him with a harsh tone, trying to keep my voice as low as possible, and refusing to acknowledge his intimidating appeal as he digs his nails into me deeper beyond my own anticipation. His palm gripped my waist tighter, my eyes scanning my surroundings noticing no one dared to throw us even a single glance of concern.

I laugh to myself.

Adrian Wade. Alexander's brother who claimed to be my mate at school some years ago, when he turned 18. I thought he was cute, though. But that was before I learned he was just some puny human with no wolf. That fucking turned me off and I turned him down the harshest possible way there is. He glared then cursed at me that very day, swearing he will hunt me down and force me to submission. That day, I had sneered at him and told him to fuck off.

Adrian chuckles as he nudges his nose hard against my head. I can hear him inhale and exhale roughly, his breathing sounding more and more hoarse the closer my body pushed up against his crotch. Pressing my lips into a thin line, I forced my eyes shut, awaiting his harsh response.

"Do you want me to remind you, Barbara?" He replies huskily, gently tugging some of my blonde hair that has cascaded down my waist to the side before planting small, sweet kisses on the fresh skin on my shoulder and neck. All hair on my body stood knowing too damn well he fucking meant what he just said, and he doesn't live to play silly love games with me now.

I gulped, debating whether I should answer that question or not.

"N-No need," In the end, I decided against his idea, though deep within my heart, I knew my body would do anything to feel his body against me once again. A hollow formed in my throat as I recall that day. The day I lost my virginity to Adrian fucking Wade. The wolf-less handsome fuck everyone secretly despised in the old school days.

A chortle tore through him before he grabbed my wrist and power-walked us towards an empty guest room, practically shoving everyone out of the way with a threatening growl. I struggled to keep up with him, but that also reminded me he still is a werewolf, even if he doesn't have his own wolf at the moment.

Locking the door behind him, he pushed me forcefully to the bed. Jiggling off his belt while he stalked towards me. I was quick to sit up so I could get down from here and out of this fucking place, but his hands darted to my thighs, pinning me on the bed while I squirmed in absolute defiance.

"No!"

I hear Adrian chuckle before grabbing my wrists and lifting it above my head. I didn't know why, but whenever he touched me, I would tremble and my personality then switches from a big badass bitch to a fucking mute, scared little kitten who cannot fucking talk back or even put up a fucking fight. Like I used to with that bitch Eleanor.

Adrian abruptly pulls me out of my thoughts when he lunged in, ravaging my mouth with his tongue, dominating me.

He shoved my other leg to the side, forcing my thighs to part wide enough for him to move his knee between them. His hand slid down to the lace of my panties, tracing my clit while rubbing small, deliberate circles which immediately cause my head to roll back to the bed.

I grunted, cursing myself for letting this piece of shit do things I would never allow him to do if I were in my right mind. Thing is, I'm not fully in my right mind. Just for tonight.

"Adrian..." I whisper his name, and he stops.

Irritated, 1 lift my head to eye him with tightly furrowed brows. Right when I was about to give him a piece of my fucking mind, he freed his lower member, ripped off my panties then pumped his pulsing cock deep and hard into my throbbing core.