ALPHA CAMERON: MY ONE-NIGHT STAND ALPHA WANTS ME BACK

CHAPTER ONE

Sheila’s POV

It’s bad luck to see your mate on the day of the mating ceremony before the rituals.

I should have believed this superstition.

“Don’t stop, Alan, oh f**k!”

Shakily, I turned the doorknob at the sound of the familiar voice, and the image right in front of me made me freeze. Alan, my fated mate, is pounding Athena, my best friend, sweating profusely.

My breath hitched, and the bottle of wine I held in my hand fell, drawing their attention to me.

“Sheila?” She gasped.

Alan immediately sprang to his feet, startled. “What are you doing here?”

I scoffed in disbelief. “What am I doing here?”

Athena tried to approach me. “Sheila, I can explain.”

“Athena, how dare you? Y—You’re sleeping with my mate?”

I looked at them both in disbelief, and Athena quickly grabbed her dress. Alan does the same, trying to clad himself swiftly.

“How dare you do this to me?” I asked, my voice trembling.

Tears rolled down my face before I could stop them, and I looked at Alan for any kind of explanation, even though at that moment I never needed one.

But I still hoped he would say something at least, but he just looked me dead in the eyes with no remorse, and I blinked, unable to unsee this.

Without even thinking, I turned to leave, unable to stand the disrespect and betrayal, but before I could reach the door, Alan grabbed my hand, halting me.

I swallowed and turned to him, ready to hear his explanation, but before I could blink, a heavy blow hit my face, and the next thing I saw was sheer darkness before I passed out.

My head spun, and my eyes slowly fluttered open to the sound of a growl.

“What the hell is this?”

My vision was blurry, and I just lay still, still coming to myself, but the voice shrieked again—familiar this time, and my eyes flew open this time.

My dad.

“How can you do this, Sheila?”

I blinked several times as my parents looked at me with disgust and horror on their faces.

“Mom, Dad? What are you doing here?” I asked, wrinkling a brow as confusion settled in me, and I followed their gazes.

My eyes dilated as they fell on Alan. “What the hell are you doing here? How dare you show your face to me after what happened?” I spat.

“How could you do this to me?” He muttered, his lips trembling.

I arched an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Sheila, what have you done?”

I turned my gaze to the sound of Athena’s voice, and the memory of what happened washed over me all over again. Fresh anger welled up in my chest, and my lips curled in a firm s***h.

“What the f**k are you—”

I didn’t get to finish my words because my mother cut me off, barking at me.

“How dare you sleep with another man on your mating ceremony!”

Taken aback, I snickered and tried to stand up, then it dawned on me that I was in bed; a covering held me back as I realized that not only was I naked but a stranger was in bed beside me and he was equally naked.

“What!” I exclaimed, baffled by the sight before me. “How did you get here?” I barked at the man.

“Why would you do this to me? Sheila, I love you and gave you everything, and this is how you chose to repay me? Disregarding me and sleeping with another man?” Alan accusingly threw at me.

Puzzled, I scoffed and tried to speak, but Athena interrupted.

“I thought you had left George, your ex. You told me you’ve broken up with him, Sheila, and now you’re in bed with someone else? How could you do this to your own mate?” Athena cried.

“What the hell are you two going on about? You’re the traitors!” I yelled, trying to defend myself.

“It’s over Sheila, we’ve been caught.” The stranger confessed, and I almost punched him. He hurriedly dressed up and left.

Alan looked devastated. “I can’t do this. I thought we would spend eternity together, with you by my side as my Luna, but this? This is unacceptable.”

I let out a humorless laugh. “Are you kidding me?”

“You’re not remorseful?” He asked diatastefully.

“How can I be remorseful when I caught you in bed with Athena, and I’m sure all of this is your handiwork!” I retorted.

“Oh, shut up, Sheila. You don’t have to spew lies here. We caught you in the act!” Athena said, her tone accusing.

Then, Alan looked me dead in the eye and spoke, his voice unyielding. “I, Alan Redwood, Alpha of the Pearl Moon Pack, reject you, Sheila, as my mate!”

I scoffed and tried to respond but felt a sharp, excruciating pain tear through me; it became harder for me to breathe, and my wolf howled in my head.

“You can’t do this to me. You don’t get to paint yourself as the victim when you know what you did,” I said, and I felt mist in my eyes.

“You left me no choice, Sheila. My people deserve better than having a w***e as a Luna,” Alan said, his tone flat. I could see the glint of mischief in his eyes before he turned around and walked away.

“You shouldn’t have done this, Sheila. I’m ashamed of you,” Athena added before following Alan.

I turned to face my parents, who scoffed disapprovingly. “Mom, you’ve got to listen to me. I didn’t do this.”

“Don’t you dare speak to us! We took you in after your parents abandoned you; is this how you repay us? By ruining our reputation? I curse the day we took you in!” She spat.

My voice broke, and I looked at my dad for help.

“Dad, you don’t believe them, do you? I wouldn’t do that.” My vision blurred with unshed tears, and my throat tightened.

“You ceased being my daughter the moment you slept with another man, Sheila. Forget you have parents!”

With that, they left, and my throat burned. My heart ached terribly, and I beat my chest as hot tears fell down my cheeks.

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand as I stepped outside, ignoring the gaps, murmurs, and curious stares from everyone who had gathered for my mating ceremony.

“She’s such a f*****g slut!”

“She has no shame!”

I didn’t defend myself. I couldn’t even look up. Then, something hit the side of my face, and when the warm, thick liquid trailed down, I realized that I was just stoned with an egg. More came, and I ducked my head and covered my face with my hands, letting the rest of them hit me there as I rushed out of the place.

I flagged down the first cab in sight, and the cabman appeared shocked to see me, but when I scowled at him, he minded his business and stepped on the gas.

I arrived home and found my belongings thrown outside, and my mom scoffed at me. “You’re no longer our daughter, you ungrateful slut!”

Then she slammed the door shut. I walked away heartbroken, with no destination in mind. To worsen things, thunder began to rumble in the air, and in no time there was a heavy downpour.

My clothes were already drenched before I found refuge in a bar.

I ordered shots of tequila and drank heavily, frustrated and angry with the sounds and chatters of customers in the air fading into oblivion.

I’d never felt this betrayed and tremendously hurt in my entire life. It was like everything was against me.

A strong scent invaded my nostrils, and I looked up to find a man standing beside me, dishing orders to the bartender.

He had thick curls and a pointed nose. His eyes had a glint of silver, and his jaw looked like it could cut through a hard surface. Even in my drunken state, I could see that he was handsome, as though he walked right out of a painting.

I chuckled softly and tapped him on the shoulder before I could stop myself, and when he turned to face me, my breath hitched.

He’s even more handsome than I thought.

“Hi, can you buy me more alcohol? I’m out of cash,” I drunkenly asked. He frowned and ignored me.

Then again, without thinking, I grabbed the drink in his hand and downed it in one go before dropping the empty glass on the counter.

A deep frown settled on his face as he watched me, and I belched.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He growled. His voice was so deep that I felt it in my bones.

I laughed. “What did it look like? Look, my mate slept with my best friend, framed me by making me look like the bad guy, and rejected me right after. And my parents?” I waved a lazy hand in the air and chuckled. “They just disowned me, and guess what? I’m left with nothing. If you think you just had a bad day because some chick took your drink, then you should know some people have had worse days,” I said in a slur, and he just watched me without saying a word.

Then, he ordered another drink, and before he could grab it from the barista, I snatched it and took it again.

He just rolled his eyes, shook his head, and paid for the bills. Then, he spoke to someone behind us. “I’ll be in my room.”

I watched as he left and stuck out my tongue. I felt lightheaded, and an idea formed in my head. Staggering, I made my way to the back room.

I smiled as I saw the man whom the handsome stranger talked to. He was standing outside, and when he left, I knocked on the door.

Without waiting for a reply, I pushed the door open and laughed as I saw the handsome stranger half-clad.

He was shocked to see me, and I threw myself at him, running my fingers on his chiseled abs. “You have a beautiful body,” I said, flirtatiously.

Perhaps it was the alcohol that emboldened me because I kissed him fully on the lips, feeling the softness of his lips on mine. He lost balance, and we both fell on the bed.

“What the hell do you think you’re—”

I silenced him by pressing a finger against his lips and shushing him. I positioned myself well, straddling him, and slipped my dress off my head, revealing my naked body to his sight, and something flickered in his gaze as his eyes roamed over me.

“Don’t tempt me,” he warned, his expression darkening, and his throat bobbed.

I pressed my lips against him again, giving him a tentative kiss that made a growl escape from his lips.

My breasts pressed against his naked chest, and my n*****s turned into bullets from the connection of our bodies.

Then, I withdrew and whispered into his ear, “What if I want to?”

I licked my lips and slid down so that I could feel his erection against me, which was hard and ready.

“You want this as much as I do,” I said, snaking my hand down. When I squeezed his hardness, he grunted.

As if I just removed his last layer of restraint, he instantly flipped me over, pinning me against the bed with his strength. “I warned you, woman. If you’re just taunting me, leave now.”

“I want you, damn it!” I screamed, cutting him off halfway, surprising myself, and without any warning, he clamped his mouth around mine, pressing his lips hard against mine.