My Lord Alpha

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Ding.

The timer went off on the coffee machine to indicate the end of the brewing cycle. Bernice grabbed her brewed coffee and added some cubes of sugar. She would have loved some cream to go with it, but she couldn't find any in this house.

Taking a sip of the black liquid, she massaged the space in between her eyebrows. It was 6:00 a.m. in the morning and she had not been able to get a wink of sleep all through last night.

After she was done eating her chocolate crunch and soda last night, she went upstairs to the bedroom on the left door. Just as Rojan had said, a pair of platinum-colored pajamas was present on the bed waiting for her. She had quickly discarded his leather jacket and her towel, then dawned the pair of night clothes. Though bigger than her size, the material was so soft and silky that she immediately climbed into the bed and covered herself with the sheets, ready to sleep.

Her eyes had remained open, gazing at the ceiling, bereft of sleep. She had a long day at work, coupled with the night's ordeal, she was beyond exhausted. She should have dozed off with reckless abandon, instead, she was tossing and turning, unable to sleep. She had left her phone back in her apartment in their haste to leave, now there was no way she could distract herself from thinking about what had just happened.

This man next door had snuck into her house out of nowhere with a suitcase full of cash. How could anyone carry such an amount of money around? How did he get the money?

He had said that Candice asked him to pay the money into her account and print an account statement. That sounded shady to her, because why was Candice talking to him about stuff and not directly to her? What kind of situation was she in that she needed to send someone and not show up herself?

The last time they had seen each other was when Candice was getting all dressed up for the date. She had received a phone call that afternoon at work from a company named Hayden's Construction and Development. They had heard of the ongoing bid for the Construction of the largest complex in their city.

The owner of the agency where she worked, was a close friend of the mayor and he had gotten the license to operate as an intermediary for the project, the agency vetting all company bids and proposals. As real estate agents, they had targets to meet every quota, Candice had recently been falling behind on her target, so when she got that phone call, she quickly pounced on it before any other colleague got a hold on it. She had hurriedly done a brief check-up on them, browsing through their website and their customer ratings. She clearly remembered seeing a dashing young Asian man as their CEO, on the company's organogram. He looked more like a model, than a cooperate businessman. It should have been a red flag, but she was too desperate to think clearly. Without in-depth information, she had sent Candice on her way to secure the deal, little had she known that would be the last day she would see her friend.

Now, this man says her friend was alive and faring well when he had just murdered three men a while ago before her very eyes. She could not trust him.

For him to have this much money in cash, he must belong to some kind of mafia gang or drug cartel doing illegal shady stuff. He had even proudly declared that Candice was with some kind of boss figure that's why she couldn't come. Were they into women trafficking?

Bernice swallowed another gulp, barely noticing the searing hotness of the coffee. Her head throbbed with an ache from the lack of sleep, her eyes felt heavy and her mind was clustered with a lot of negative thoughts. She had given up trying to sleep when the sun had begun to rise and came downstairs to find something to clear her mind. Obviously, it wasn't working.

"Awakened already?" a deep calm voice said.

She jerked out of her reverie, turning toward the stairs, she saw Rojan dressed in matching platinum pajamas silently descending the steps as he made his way to the dining room.

"I wish," she murmured against her cup.

He sorted through the papers on the fax machine, as if searching for something, then frowned when he had reached the last sheet of white paper. "No response yet?"

"What response?" she asked absent-mindedly.

"I sent a report to my lord Alpha to update him on the current turn of events," he replied.

"Why do you call him that? Is it some kind of master-servant relationship?" she asked.

"No, our relationship goes far beyond that. I would say we are brothers, he being the eldest," he answered, standing up and heading over to the kitchen. He opened the overhead cabinets: "There's not much to eat in here. You can have more of the chocolate crunch while you have that coffee. I can order some breakfast, but it would take almost an hour to get here."

"I doubt any breakfast locations would be open for business at this hour," she mused.

"I am not acquainted with a lot of restaurants within the city, but you can try placing a call to one of them and see if they respond," he pointed to a landline telephone by the kitchen window.

She eyed the phone wistfully, only just realizing it had been there all the while.

"You can never know unless you try," he urged her.

Reluctantly, she moved to the phone.

"Good, I need to take a shower. I will be with you shortly," he announced and headed upstairs.

Bernice placed the phone receiver to her ear and made the call. After that, she returned to her previous position on the kitchen bar stool. Her thoughts were still in turmoil as she pondered over her present situation.

Thirty minutes later, she heard him come downstairs; His hair was wet, curling around his nape. He was now wearing a fresh pair of gray polo and faded jeans. He looked so attractive in anything he wore, that she wondered why he was practicing celibacy. Such a waste of masculine allure.

"We need to talk," he stated as he joined her in the living room.

"Sure, you can start talking," she waved him on.

"Last night I did not have the liberty of explaining things to you in detail. Things happened unprecedented. However, I intend to clarify things on a more elaborate scale at this moment. I come from a different plane called Woede. It is an alternate universe, just like your world, but it is home to a different race and species called the werewolves," He paused, gauging her reaction.

If he was expecting her to buy this crazy story, then he was greatly mistaken.

She had expected some kind of backstory, but this was beyond her imagination.

Alternate universe? Werewolf specie?

Come on mister, is that all you've got?