The Alpha's One Night Stand

A dark night

Alondra’s Point of View

Night had fallen, enveloping the city in a blanket of shadows. The streetlights flickered faintly, and the cool air chilled my skin as I waited for the taxi.

I had already finished my day at the office, but the knot that had formed in my stomach that afternoon wouldn’t go away.

In the distance, the noise of cars and the nightlife seemed so far away, alien to what was going on inside of me.

Then, without warning, two figures emerged from the darkness. At first, I thought nothing of it because in the city, strange people are common at this hour.

However, as they got closer, something in their faces made me feel an increasing sense of unease. Their gazes were fixed and calculating.

One of them, the bigger one, approached faster. Something in his eyes unsettled me.

“Give me what you have,” he said, his voice rough and aggressive.

My heart sped up. I quickly reached for my wallet, trying to end the encounter as soon as possible.

I didn’t want trouble. I just wanted to go home and let it be over. But before I could give them what they wanted, the other man took a step toward me, closer than I felt comfortable with.

“Not just your money,” he murmured, and before I could react, he lunged toward me, trying to grab my shoulders and pull me toward him.

A scream escaped my lips, and my heart began to race. Panic paralyzed me for a moment, but then something changed in the air.

The thief who had been holding me, along with his companion, froze suddenly. He looked into the distance, and his face went pale instantly.

“What the hell…?” he said, pointing toward the darkness.

When I turned, I saw both men frozen in place, staring at the shadows with an expression of terror I couldn’t understand.

Before I could process what was happening, the thief shouted to his companion.

“There’s a wolf!” he screamed, his voice trembling with fear.

My pulse quickened even more at his words. A wolf. What did that mean?

Confusion and fear wrapped around me. A wolf? I didn’t understand what was happening. The two men kept staring into the shadows, their faces distorted by sheer panic.

Something in the air had changed. I couldn’t explain it, but I felt there was a presence, something that shouldn’t be there.

Before I could process everything, something emerged from the darkness. The figure of a man. Tall, imposing, with an energy so intense it froze my blood.

I didn’t know who he was, but his presence felt… different. His eyes glowed in the dim light, a golden gleam exuding strength and mystery.

The thief holding me, now completely terrified, let out a scream and pushed my body back, as if he wanted to escape.

However, he didn’t move quickly. Both men, in an attempt to flee, began to step back slowly, glancing at the figure emerging from the shadows, as if merely looking at him was enough to freeze them with fear.

“Run!” one of them shouted to his companion. They both turned and started running as fast as they could, disappearing quickly into the darkness, as though the shadowed figure had triggered an instinctive panic in them.

“Oh my God! What was that?” I said to myself, nervously placing my hands on my chest.

I stood frozen, watching the scene without fully understanding what had just happened.

My legs trembled, my mind still processing the fact that those men had simply left after seeing… something. Something I didn’t understand.

The figure that had caused such panic approached me, and despite the distance, I felt his presence enveloping me, as though the air itself grew heavy around him.

My eyes adjusted to the dark, and when I finally saw his face, I was stunned.

It was him. Jeremy. The man I knew from the office. My now direct boss.

“You’re okay. You don’t have to be afraid,” his voice was deep, almost a whisper.

Without thinking, I moved closer to him, as if my body knew I was safe with him.

I cried, unable to stop myself. I felt so vulnerable, so scared. I rushed into his arms, holding onto him tightly, seeking comfort, protection.

“Thank you… thank you for saving me,” I said through my sobs, feeling relief and fear mixed within me.

My voice trembled, but the words came out sincerely. I didn’t know what else to say.

“You don’t need to cry. You’re safe now,” he said with a certainty that went straight to my chest.

Jeremy held me gently, his embrace warm and comforting. For a moment, I felt like nothing bad could happen. Like I was safe.

“You don’t have to be afraid. No one will hurt you,” his words were clear, reassuring. But at the same time, I felt something strange in his tone.

But before I could ask, a bright light illuminated the street. A black car stopped a few meters from us.

The door opened, and a man stepped out. He looked directly at me and called my name.

“Alondra,” he said, with a calmness that made me uncomfortable. It was a familiar voice.

“I have to go,” I told Jeremy, not daring to look directly at him.

Why did I feel so guilty about leaving? Why did something inside me tell me I was making the wrong decision? I didn’t understand what was happening, but I felt I couldn’t stay there with all the unanswered questions.

I pulled away from him, not looking back, and got into the car. The vehicle started immediately, and we drove down the street.

But as we moved, I couldn’t help but look out the window, searching for Jeremy. I saw him, standing there in the dark, watching me with a gaze I couldn’t read. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about him?