Accidentally Bitten by The Alpha

[Felicity] I’m standing naked on a beach in the middle of a party in the middle of the night. Okay, so that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but I’m bored and a little bit pissed standing on full display in the tiniest three triangles of cloth I’ve ever worn in public. “It’ll look perfect with your tan skin,” my boyfriend, Jake, said as he held it up to me in the mall back home. But he’s not even here to see it. Rubbing my arms, I move close to the fire, grateful I had enough common sense to grab the cutoff jeans on my way out the door. They don’t quite cover my ass cheeks, but at least my freshly waxed coochie isn’t on full display. Waxing was another one of Jake’s ideas. He said it would be sexy. “I’d love to go down on you, Fifi, but your bush is nasty. Do it once, for me,” he had begged. But again, he’s not here to whisk me away into one of the little cabins just off the beach. Other couples have been disappearing all night, but I’m stuck here, nursing the same damn beer a waiter gave me twenty minutes ago. Shivering, I feel someone watching me. Across the fire, a pair of bright green eyes like fireflies behind dark brown waves of hair. When our gazes connect, he smiles, his perfect white teeth flashing in the firelight. I don’t like the way he’s staring at me. It feels--predatory. I can’t tell if he wants to f**k me or hunt me by the look on his face. Shivering, I look away. Where the f**k is Jake?! “Penny for your thoughts,” a gentle finger taps my shoulder and I turn, expecting to see my boyfriend. “Jake!” I smile but then frown when I see it’s only his bestie, Nate. “Oh, hi Nate.” Nate pouts holding out a beer in my direction which I don’t feel like taking. Has Jake forgotten he invited me out here tonight? Looking over my shoulder, I see the mysterious boy edging around the fire, his eyes watching me as he swerves around a group of kids smoking weed and laughing. Is he coming over? Oh god, did I give him the wrong idea? “Hey Nate,” pulling on the arm of his Hawaiian shirt, I try to get his attention, “Do you know that guy over there?” “Probably,” he shrugs without really looking. “I mean, Jake and I know pretty much everyone. We grew up here, it’s a small town.” Yeah, this island is small. The people all look alike. If it weren’t so beautiful, it would be a bit creepy. At the center of the island is a tiny town and a smaller university, a local shop, and one big road that goes down the center. I think they only have two high schools. I’ve been to small towns on the mainland bigger than this place. The only places for people to work, other than in a shop on the main street, is at one of the huge competing resort hotels, so large that they each take up about a quarter of the island. It’s impressive, and intimidating--especially since my boyfriend’s family owns one of those two resorts. The more impressive and new of the two--which he doesn’t want to stay at. Something about not wanting his father “looking over his shoulder.” Normally, I wouldn’t waste my money on a place like this, especially not this close to the start of the school year--I need every cent I earn to pay for books and food. But Jake is paying for EVERYTHING leaving me to use my money for small treats and souvenirs. Even though my boyfriend has been annoyingly absent from this trip, leaving me alone too often with creepy Nate, I don’t feel I have a right to complain. This is why I’m stuck here, waiting, trying not to get too upset even though my ass is literally freezing out here in the wind, waiting for Jake to come admire it. God, I feel so stupid. “I want to go back,” I pull on Nate’s sleeve, turning his body so that he blocks me from view. “Will you walk with me?” “Now Fi,” Nate reaches around my back drawing me in close. Flinching, I try to pull away but he wraps his arm around my back to press a cold beer into my opposite hand. “What’s the rush?” “The rush is me finding Jake, you know, your best friend,” I remind him trying to take a step back but he’s holding on far too close. “Fifi, sweetheart,” “Eww, don’t call me that,” I wiggle in his tight grip. “Why are you being so weird tonight, Nate?” “Is it weird to be friendly, Fi,” he pushes a strand of my blonde hair behind an ear, “I thought maybe we could have a drink or two together, and look up at the stars.” He’s standing way too close to me, his face only inches from my own. “You know, I’ve always wondered, what it would be like to kiss you,” he grins foolishly, his breath ripe with the scent of oysters and stale beer. “Let go of me, Nate, this isn’t funny…” I push harder but he holds on tighter. “Nate, I said…” A large, strong hand reaches between Nate and me and yanks the smaller man backward, Stunned, Nate looks up from the sand at the two of us, eyeing the stranger with a daggered stare. “Who the…Oh, it’s you. What the f**k do you want?” “The lady said ‘f**k off,’” the tall stranger growls. I don’t know this guy, why is he being so defensive? “Excuse me, buddy, thanks and all but I’m fine. He’s my boyfriend’s best…” “I know exactly who this jackass is, and if he wants to make it off this beach in one piece he will back the f**k off,” he snarls, snapping his teeth before turning to face me. A trick of the firelight makes his eyes glow like sunkissed emeralds. His brown hair, framing his face waves gently, settling above his ears in soft curls. It’s the stranger from the bonfire. The one who had been staring at me like I was something to eat. “Thank you for your assistance,” I help Nate off the ground. “But he’s my friend, we’re fine I just. It was just a misunderstanding.” “Figures,” he huffs, not bothering to explain himself. As his eyes graze my figure, my temperature rises and my palms sweat as things deep inside me tighten. “It’s a shame.” There’s something about him, something magnetic, that makes me take a step forward. I shouldn’t be feeling this way about a guy I don’t even know, especially since I’m dating Jake and this guy is a creepy stalker--but there is something in the way he watches me move, the way he smells, the way his eyes seem to see everything… “Hey, Fi,” Nate pulls my arm. “I have something I want to show you. Come with me into the house.” “Oh…Ok,” I take Nate’s lead, letting him lead me away from the mysterious man who looks like sin and smells like trouble. “Do you think Jake is in here?” “I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise,” he grins a bit too brightly, eager to show me whatever it is behind the door at the end of the narrow hallway. “You and Jake have been together for like what, a year?” “Two,” I try to free my arm from his grasp. “You should know that, Nate, you were there too.” He makes some noncommittal noise before saying. “Yeah, well you know, two years is a really long time for Jake. He must really love you. When we were in high school, he was quite the player. He had girls all over town.” “Why are you telling me this now,” twisting my head, I stop, giving him a hard glance. Our rental is only a couple of houses over, it's a light a beacon calling me closer. “That was years ago. I know Jake wasn’t a virgin, Nate. Neither was I.” Even in the dark, I can see Nate’s blush as he asks me if I ever thought of dating anyone else. “You know, like in an open relationship?” “Eww…no!” I say a bit louder than I meant to. As his face falls, I realize he was hoping I might answer differently. I kinda thought Nate might have a crush on me before, but he’s never tried to ask me out. “Nate, why are you being so weird?” “Just take a look inside this room,” he presses his hand on the door. “It might prove educational. A woman with long, curly black hair is bent over the back of the bed, her ass high in the air while a young man with bright blonde hair slams into her from behind, his blue Bermuda shorts down around his ankles. “Are you some kind of pervert!” I hiss as I quietly close the door. “I’m not into watching other people f**k? What the hell?” “Look again,” he urges me. “Look very closely.” “No, I…” “f**k yes!” the woman screams as the man’s rhythm increases, his grunts almost piglike as he sticks her over and over again, pulling her hips into his groin with force as he pumps into her doggy style. “f**k ME HARDER, JAKE!” “Jake…” My eyes focus and I see details I had missed. The gold chain around his neck looks just like the one I gave my boyfriend for our first anniversary. And on his ass, he has a small crescent tattoo with the words “Alpha Male” scrawled in a bold, collegiate script. A souvenir from when he pledged Alpha Beta Gamma. Moving into the room, I stand only a couple of feet away as he finishes off inside her, his c*m dripping down her leg. Nate is saying something, but I can’t hear him. I can’t hear anything but the sound of his c**k as it slides out of her. “Jake,” I whimper, my heart shattering into pieces as the man slowly turns around, confirming what I already knew. My boyfriend has been cheating on me. “Hey wait your turn,” he laughs, slapping the girl on her wet cunt. “The bed is almost available.” It takes him a moment to turn and see me standing there. When his hazel eyes finally focus, they open wide with recognition, right before a long, sly smile covers his disgustingly charming face. “Oh, how long have you been standing there,” My boyfriend asks as he picks up his shorts and takes a step forward, wiping his d**k off with his hand first. “This isn’t what you think, I mean, I was just helping her with her dress when…” “When your d**k magically fell into her v****a and got lost!” I snap, finding my voice. “You f*****g asshole!” picking up a nearby bear bottle, I chuck it at his head “You f*****g cheating, lying piece of s**t!” I grab another bottle, and another, each one landing just short of hitting his head. I thought he loved me. I thought I found someone who finally cared for me. But it was a lie. All of it. “Felicity, Babe, I told you this was a mistake,” he takes a step forward, tying his shorts as he reaches out, his hand wet with her jizz to grab the full bottle I’m getting ready to chuck. “Wait, babe, let me…” “What, help you pick up where you left off?” I snort. “You want me to flip on my back and take her sloppy seconds? No. f*****g. Way.” As I turn away, I hear him yelling at Nate. “I told you to keep her busy.” “I tried man,” his voice fades as I move closer to the bonfire. “What do you want…” The bonfire is close enough that I can smell the burning driftwood and sea salt. Something is pulling me back there. Something… Nate stops me at the bottom of the stairs, his rough arm grabbing my wrist. “Hey Fifi, wait up, Jake wants to talk.” “Get the f**k out of my way, Nate,” My anger helps me find the strength I need to push him to the side. “You’re a piece of s**t. You knew he was f*****g some b***h and you covered for him. What did he do, tell you that you could have me as payment!” I snap, “He f*****g did, didn’t he? He gave you permission to f*****g f**k me to keep me busy!” Nate looks away from my rage as I turn to face him, an embarrassed pink rising to his cheeks. Looking up past his shoulder, I see Jake standing a few feet away. The girl, the tramp he was just screwing, is just inside the house. Winking, she gives me a little wave. I feel so dirty. I want to scrub my mind clean of this whole disaster. How could I be so stupid? Pointing my finger up at them both, I bark at them to stay the f**k away from me, as I turn and run back to the fire. As my feet pound against the sand, I think of every moment when someone told me they cared but they lied. My mother, my father, and my friends at the foster care home. My memory flashes through the last two years. Every neglected holiday, forgotten date, all the moments when Jake came home late smelling like cheap perfume and sweat mixed with alcohol. I thought it was because, as a bouncer and bartender, he had to interact with customers. I’m such an i***t. He was probably f*****g around the entire time. When I reach the bonfire, an eerie pull draws my attention. The mysterious man. The one who saved me from before. The one Nate seemed to hate. Perfect. If Jake and f**k around. So can I.