This Alpha Won’t Stop Chasing Me!

Chapter 1  Caramella Sugar is a twenty-five years old woman who is currently working at a hotel bar as a bartender. She is famous in her job because she is beautiful, cool and friendly. With her long straight red hot flaming natural hair cut with bangs above her eyes and was always tied on a ponytail. She had sharp icy blue eyes that gleamed under the neon lights of the high end bar, seducing passersby to flirt with her and buy more of the alcohol. Her curvy figure perfectly matched her uniform, which was composed of a white dress shirt and corset straight cut pants that hugged her waist nicely. Not only that, she is also good at mixing drinks, to the point that she is the best seller in their store. However, not many knew what was happening in her life. And how hard it is for her to come back home, alone and tired, to a three years old toddler… Creak Caramella opened the door gently, removing her red heels and putting it on the shoe cupboard by the door before slipping on her slippers. “Olie? Where are you?” she called out, walking to the short hallway to reach the open space living room of the apartment. “Mommy?” a small, adorable voice asked from the kitchen. Caramella felt her fatigue wear off when she heard that voice. The angelic voice of her three-year-old son, Olive Sugar . In anticipation, she released some of her Omega pheromones. Although she wasn’t sure what her pheromones smells like, her son really loves it. It calms him and every night, he asks her to release some so he can have sweet dreams. Just thinking of her little boy is already making her smile despite having a tiring day from work. “Olie, why won’t you come greet mommy?” She asks loudly from the living room, putting her shoulder bag on the couch before pulling out the small box with a light blue ribbon around it. The box is labeled, ‘Sweet Macaroons’. Her son’s favorite snack. “Um, mommy. I can’t. Daddy is holding me” Oliver answered unexpectedly. Caramella chuckled weakly, shaking her head at his son’s joke. She was busy rummaging through her bag to look for her phone and earphones so she couldn’t look at the kitchen. But she assumes that the Beta male babysitter she hired is currently holding Oliver. “Oh Olie. Gayle is not your daddy, hon, he’s your babysitter” she chuckled again, ‘I didn’t even see your father, honey, he did a hit and run on me’ Yep, she had an unwanted pregnancy at the age of twenty one. Freshly out of college and now, out of the streets for being owned by an unknown Alpha in rut while drunk in a hotel room. It was stupid of her, she knew, but it was also hard. Very, very hard, to the point that she was diagnosed with depression and had stopped functioning properly. ‘If I detect that Alpha who did this to me again, I’ll slap him across the face’ she huffed internally, ‘I won’t even let him meet, my sweet baby boy’ “No, mommy. Uncle Gayle left already because daddy is here” Oliver called out again, strangely calm about the situation. Caramella stopped rummaging her bag and felt a tingle on her back. She felt an odd sensation of fear creeping up her system. Slowly, she realized that there are indeed Alpha pheromones around the room. Her eyes trembled in realization that her son could be in danger, ‘There is an Alpha Lycan in the room’ she thought, troubled. She grabbed a pepper spray in her bag and swiftly turned around, facing the kitchen where Oliver and the stranger Alpha should be. Her heart is beating out of her chest and she is now sweating cold sweat. ‘What the-’ Her eyes widened in shock and her hands started to shake at the sight of the man holding her three years old son. Standing there, leaning on the archway that leads to the kitchen, is a tall muscular man who is dangerously handsome and threatening at the same time. He has slick black hair that is swept neatly upwards. His gray eyes glinted under the kitchen light with thick lashes shadowing his pale high cheeks. His sharp jaw is just above Oliver’s small round head. What makes the man look more dangerous is his smart looking royal blue suit and tie with matching shoes. The Alpha looks like what a Dominant Alpha should look like; dominating, threatening, calm and cool. “Y-You-” Caramella doesn’t remember him, no, but he felt familiar. That’s why she didn’t yet start attacking him. “Mommy!” Oliver cheerfully pointed at the handsome Alpha, “Meet daddy!” An overwhelming scent suddenly engulfed her senses. The fragrant smell of wet cedar on an early spring spread in the room, erasing her weak pheromone, clutching on her like arms that are trying to hold her still. Her trembling body didn’t stop, she felt danger and nervously glared at the Dominant Alpha who smirked at her. “So we meet. My supposed mate” the Alpha said, stepping closer towards her. Caramella’s hands were shaking but she was still gripping the pepper spray on her hands tightly, afraid to let it go. Her eyes are shifting between the Alpha and her son who started to look uncomfortable, probably feeling the building tension between the two adults. “What’s wrong, mommy?” Oliver asked, releasing his small hands from clutching the Alpha’s shirt and reached out towards Caramella. ‘Who the hell is this?! Mate? This guy? Impossible’ she gritted her teeth and stepped backwards a bit, hitting the couch where she placed her bag. “...Could you let my Oliver go?” she asked with a trembling voice, still being overwhelmed with the Alpha’s pheromones. The Alpha smiled, “Okay. But only if you promise not to use the pepper spray on me” he pointed at the small red bottle that has the label, ‘EXTRA STRONG BEST FOR REPELLING UNWANTED PERVERTS! Six times the effect from a normal spray, this will definitely make EVEN AN ALPHA cry and whimper!!!’ Caramella nodded hesitantly, “O-okay” she mumbled. The Alpha looked down at Oliver with his gray eyes, but there was no emotion behind those eyes, or rather, his feelings were covered. He smiled at little Oliver who looked up at him with his icy blue big doe eyes. “I’ll put you down first okay? Mommy and I have to talk” the Alpha said gently, as if speaking to a baby, “Why won’t you wait in your room for now? Hmm?” Oliver hummed for a moment, before looking at his nervous mother. Caramella urged him too, “It’s okay Olie, we’ll just talk okay? Adult stuff and all, it's boring so why don’t you go in your room to play with your toys okay?” she tried to tell him without her trembling voice. Oliver bounced on the Alpha’s arm and raised both of his hands in the air, as if asking for a hug towards Caramella. “Aw, come here hon” Caramella grabbed the little boy by the armpits and with all of her might despite under the effects of the Alpha’s pheromones, carried her. “Mommy, are you scared?” the boy asked, placing a hand on his mother’s cheek. Caramella leaned on that gentle touch, smiling slightly, “No, Olie. I’m just-” she glared at the waiting Alpha who is now crossing his arms, “a little annoyed and tired. I’m okay so you wait for us okay?” Oliver nodded, “Okay mommy, I love you” “I love you too, hon” Caramella kissed Oliver on the forehead lovingly before bending down to place her son on the ground, “Go now Olie, play with your dinosaurs and enjoy. I’ll call you later for a snack, yes?” She tried her best to smile at the situation, releasing some on her pheromones, embracing her son with it. “Yes, mommy! I’ll go play!” Then off he goes, excitedly hopping on the soft carpet with his bare feet going straight to his room. The Alpha and Caramella are watching Oliver enter his room and when they heard the door close softly, chaos went loose immediately. Caramella pulled the trigger to the pepper spray and instantly blinded the tall Alpha who in turn intensified his pheromones because of lack of control. “Ack!” Caramella was pushed off by the Alpha who flung his hands forward in a desperate try to remove the effect of the pepper spray, stumbling backwards too and bending on his knees. “You fool!” The Alpha growled, baring his teeth. But since he is temporarily blinded and his nose is affected by the spray, he can only claw around him like a madman. “Whoa!” Caramella toppled over the couch, her back hitting the couch where people are supposed to sit and her legs were spread up in the air. She watched the Alpha struggle with wiping the pepper spray off his eyes and nose between her legs, still gripping the spray on one hand while breathing in the Alpha’s fragrant scent. It all happened so fast that Caramella couldn't help but squeal when she was surprised to see the handsome, now haggard Alpha between her legs peeking down at her as he leaned at the back of the couch. He glowered at her, now with sharp fangs and wolf ears protruding behind his head. It looks like he was agitated to the point that he can’t help but show some of his Lycan features. She instantly exploded in a red blush, feeling her heart beat even faster than before. ‘This level of sexiness in one man should be illegal’ she thought, all of her anxiousness and fear gone for a couple of seconds, ‘Oh god, this view will cause a heart attack’ She prayed, “Eeek!” and squealed like a caught mouse when the Alpha slammed his arms on the couch, locking her slim legs. “You absurd woman” the Alpha glared, ready to kill, baring his fangs as he leaned low. His stomach touches the top of the couch to face Caramella who is upside down. ‘Oh dear, I wouldn’t mind being devoured alive if it was this man…crap what was I saying, I still need to stay alive for Oliver!’ She aimed the pepper spray on him again and the Alpha backed off unexpectedly, his black furred wolf ears perking up. He stared nervously on that small bottle, although he still looks ready to murder. “Y-you-” Caramella panted, “-get off me and control your violent pheromones. It will suffocate Oliver in the other room if you keep pouring it out” she said, fixing her posture up in a little struggle. She managed to sit up on the couch, still aiming the spray at the Alpha who backed off with his red eyes and perked ears. Sadly, those ears vanished and his human ears came back. The pheromones also retreated back to its owner, although its smell is still in the air, it's not as suffocating. “Okay…” Caramella sighed, “Now speak. Tell me what you’re doing in my house, holding my child and telling lies”