An Heir For Alpha Roman

8. Look Lady...

Roman’s POV:

As soon as the elevator doors closed, I took a relieved breath I didn’t realize I was holding; I brushed my dark hair back out of my face and adjusted my collar once again, as the doors opened. A sweet scent mingled with alcohol wafted to my nose, awakening the beast within me, which watched with predatory eyes.

The sound of muffled crying pierced through the silence, pulling me down the dimly lit hall. Instinctively, I followed the haunting sniffles, each step quickening my pulse. Goliath, usually a passive observer in the depths of my mind, stirred violently; his energy was chaotic—a primal warning that something was terribly wrong. As I rounded the corner, a sliver of light spilled from a slightly ajar side door, beckoning me like an ominous invitation. Beyond it lay a shadowy patio, shrouded in uncertainty, with an outdoor bar cloaked in eerie silence. The furniture, still cocooned in Saran Wrap, lay untouched, waiting for a chilling purpose to unfold.

As I walked along the balcony, the crying got louder. Then I stopped in my tracks. A beautiful woman in a green dress, with luscious curves, skin like warm sand in the summer, and beautiful light brown curls, with natural honey highlights that flowed down her toned back, was crying on the floor. I saw a broken martini glass spilled next to her.

I approached her gently, each step calculated and deliberate, letting the moment stretch as golden sunlight spilled around us. Goliath stood at attention, his posture tense with curiosity, as if he too were entranced by the girl before us. "Excuse me," I murmured, my voice soft yet steady, as I reached out to tap her shoulder lightly—like being struck by lightning, a tingle went straight up my arm.

She jumped, her eyes widening in surprise as they met mine, and her mouth fell open. I could see the flicker of emotions dance across her features as she took in my presence, her gaze roaming over me with an intensity that made my heart race. I was frozen in that instant, breathless, as if all the air had been stolen when her mesmerizing, golden eyes locked onto mine. What a strange and enchanting color, I mused, captivated by their allure.

In my mind, Goliath howled, a primal urge to close the distance between us and consume her beauty, but I remained rooted to the spot. It was as if the entire world faded away, leaving only her radiant figure etched in my thoughts. Never had I encountered such breathtaking beauty; she was exquisite, the most stunning woman I had ever seen, and that realization struck me deeply as I recalled my indifference towards women since Ana's departure from my life. The warmth of the moment enveloped us, electric and charged, as desire and wonder swirled in the air around us. This woman had beautiful almond-shaped, honey-gold eyes, high cheekbones, and full, pouty lips that begged me to sink my teeth in. She looked like something out of this world, and a twinge of hurt pulled at my heartstrings as I saw her cry.

"Someone hurt her,” Goliath growled. I could feel his protectiveness rising inside of me. I couldn’t believe I felt emotional about a stranger and a human at that.

“Let me help you,” I said, offering my hand. She was still staring wide-eyed at me, but offered me her hand.

I felt sparks over my skin once our hands connected; it’s been a long time since I've felt sparks from a woman, without having to be drunk off my ass- which you can guess in my case was no easy fleet. Analise was the only woman ever to turn me on; I didn't find myself getting aroused easily after she left, although I did have my fun from time to time with women, and of course, Valentina and I had our moments, but I could never finish with her. She talked too much, and the rest of the women disgusted me after the act ended.

I glanced down at our intertwined hands, my breath catching as I noticed her palm sliced open by the jagged glass. A low, primal growl erupted from my throat, causing her to jump, yet she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into my chest, and an unfamiliar warmth began to unfurl in my ice-cold heart, sending shivers down my spine.

Who is this captivating woman... Overwhelmed by a rush of emotions and not trusting myself to hold her any longer, I reluctantly let her hand slip from mine. As it fell to her side, I felt as if the sparks between us ebbed away with it.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I murmured, my voice thick with concern. She hesitated, casting a longing glance back at the shattered glass. I waved my hand dismissively, my heart racing. “Don’t worry about it. Someone from the staff will take care of it.”

She hesitated again, but after consideration, she nodded and followed me inside. I took her to the elevator and pressed the top floor, where I had a private suite reserved for alphas to stay while in town.

We stepped into the elevator, and she backed against the far side; she glanced up at me through her long, pretty lashes but didn’t say a word. I studied her and could tell she was intoxicated; her eyes were low, and she gripped the railing tightly, trying not to lose her balance. I noticed the blood from her hand dripping on the floor.

I hoped she didn’t need stitches. Finally, we made it to the top floor. The elevator doors burst open, and I gestured for her to exit. She walked out, and I couldn't help but stare at her perfectly round ass, and the way it bounced with every step she took causing the silky fabric clinging to her skin, to ripple off her like ocean waves.

I licked my lips and was shocked when I felt the tops of my canines poke my tongue. I didn’t even notice they came out. I shook the lewd thoughts forming in my head. This wasn't right. Plus, she’s human.

I let her into the room, and her golden eyes widened as she looked around. “Nice place you got here,” she said. I stopped in my tracks; her voice sounded like a beautiful melody despite the slurring. She stepped out of her heels and sat on the bed; her dress fell to the side, exposing a thick caramel thigh. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t.

Goliath was growling, begging me to get closer to her.

“Let me get the first aid kit,” I mumbled awkwardly. I quickly entered the bathroom and pulled out a small white medical kit. I returned, and she was still sitting on the bed, looking like a goddess. Her curls had fallen into her face, and her eyes were shut. Tears were streaming down her cheeks again. I gently sat beside her, and she tossed her hand into my lap, staring ahead at the wall.

I began assessing the wound as gently as I could and was relieved when I saw the cut wasn’t that deep and she wouldn’t need stitches.

“This may hurt a little,” I warned as I dabbed some rubbing alcohol over the wound. She didn’t flinch or make a sound; instead, she stared blankly at the wall. I quickly finished cleaning the wound and applied a bandage to her hand. The lifeless look in her eyes made me uneasy, and I didn’t trust myself to let her wander back downstairs alone.

"Did you come here by yourself?" I asked, trying to gauge her demeanor. Her lips pressed together in silence as she shook her head, her curly hair falling slightly over her eyes, hinting at a story she wasn't ready to share.

"Who did you come with?" I pressed, feeling an urgency to break through the wall she had put up.

She remained tight-lipped, her gaze drifting towards the floor as if it held answers she couldn't voice. I took a deep breath, attempting to keep my composure, and decided to try a different route. “What’s your name?”

Once again, she remained silent, yet her body language shifted slightly; she turned toward me and then fixed her gaze on her hand. It was then that I realized I was still holding onto her wrist, a connection I hadn’t meant to prolong. Suddenly, a wave of warmth flooded my cheeks, an embarrassing blush creeping up my spine, making me acutely aware of how foolish I felt in this moment. I quickly released her hand. Never before had a woman made me blush, not even Ana, whose absence felt like a distant memory as I was captivated by the quiet intensity of the woman before me.

Now it was my turn to stare blankly at the wall, though I could feel her eyes on me through my peripheral vision, followed by the sweet scent of her arousal in the room; it was like nothing I'd ever smelled before. I could feel my eyes changing as Goliath was pushing himself forward, trying to answer the call she was putting out.

“Do you have a —” I didn’t finish my sentence before the tiny woman jumped on me; she crashed her lips into mine, and I melted; she tasted like fresh strawberries. I pulled her against my chest, and she tangled her fingers in my hair. My claws were tearing into the fabric of the pretty little dress, exposing her warm flesh; I wanted to lick every inch of her.

I squeezed her closer to me, and she gasped. That was just the distraction I needed. I released her and flew off the bed, backing myself into a corner. I didn’t trust myself. And I didn’t want to take advantage of a drunk, clearly disturbed woman.

She was panting, her chest rising and falling as she glared at me.“What’s wrong? She cooed, her golden eyes locked on mine. If I weren’t so suppressed and focused on restraining my lycan, I would have laughed at the adorable pout on her gorgeous face.

Goliath growled in my head, cursing me for pulling away from her. He stirred in me and demanded control.

“What are you doing?! He snarled, "Go to her now!!!! Her body is calling us!!

“This could be a trap,” I argued back. Doesn’t this seem strange to you? It doesn’t make sense.” I rubbed my hands through my hair and took a deep breath.

“It isn’t,” he roared, clawing to be set free.

“We could really hurt her.” I tried to reason with him, but he had gone feral: “She’s human, and they have weak bodies.” I pleaded, hoping he would see where I was coming from.

“I'll be gentle,” he begged, but I couldn’t risk it; I needed to get this girl an Uber and take a cold shower. Using all my strength, I put up a mental wall, completely blocking Goliath out, as I turned back to the beauty before me.

“Look, ma’am, I don’t think this is a good idea,” I said carefully.

“p***y” she hissed, and my eyes darkened. She was glaring at me now. “What, you can't get it up or something? Oh! Wait, lemme guess, you’re married,” she stumbled over her words."All men are liars and cheaters, and I don't have to take this from you?!"

What? I said, confused. Meanwhile, Goliath was fuming as I held him in by a thin thread. He wanted to punish her for her disrespect, much like one would punish his mate, throwing me off since she wasn't ours...

“Look, lady, I’m trying to be respectful and do the honorable thing here,” I said with gritted teeth. “You’re clearly drunk.”

“Oh, how gentlemanly of you,” she snapped, fixing the fragmented dress pieces. “That's fine. I'll just find someone else,” she slurred as she sluggishly attempted to stand. She didn’t get far. Something in my mind snapped at the thought of her finding another. Goliath pushed forward with a mighty roar, slamming into the petite woman before me.

A shocked gasp left her mouth as her eyes widened, but my lips found her neck. She let out a breathtaking sultry moan, as she leaned in closer to me, her skin igniting mine on fire, as the smell of our desire filled the room, without a mometns hesistation, I tossed her on the bed as if she weighed nothing; her golden eyes flashed with fear, but then a soft smile settled on her plump lips. She opened her legs wide, offering herself to me. I took her in, and my heart stopped; she was a beautiful, swollen mess.

"Touch me," she begged, and I couldn't resist... I couldn't deny the ache, the need to fulfill her command. I closed my eyes, begging Goliath to be as gentle as possible, before I buried my tongue into her portal of heaven.