The Alpha Who Stole My Virginity

ELEANOR "Watch your step, girl," Van says behind me as I stumble out of the taxi. I almost trip but she catches my hand, steadying me. My vision is getting blurry and my eyes hurt. I grab her arm, resting my pounding head on her shoulder. "Van, my head feels like it's splitting," my voice breaks into a sob and a wince. "It's just the drinks, Eleanor. I think they're beginning to kick in. Don't be such a crybaby." She teases, rubbing my back. I'm not being a crybaby. The pain I feel right now is worth every tear I shed. It's severe. Splitting. Maddening. And it's worked its way to my eye nerves, dimming my vision and causing great dizziness to cloak me. I may not be much of a drinker but there's no way in hell two bottles of scotch should make me feel this hellish. It's not my first time drinking either, so why do I feel like my head is being battered? "Alright, girl. You should go in now. Don't keep him waiting." She tries to push me off her body, but I cling harder to her. I hear her chuckle. "Are you really sure Jake is waiting for me in one of those suites?" I slur, holding her tighter, because my balance is swaying. "I'm sure, Eleanor. Why do you keep asking me that?" She sounds a bit irritated and it makes me feel bad instantly. "I'm sorry, Van. But this whole night, Oh God—" I wince, rubbing my index finger at the griping pain around my temples. "Are you alright?" She rubs my back, asking softly. The pain eases a bit and I continue. "—this whole night feels so weird." And I say that for a few reasons. First, I get dragged to one of the worst and craziest nightclubs in the Pack. Eleanor insists that we party hard and forces me to drink up two bottles of scotch. And then she brings me here, saying Jake asked her to. That he was waiting inside and I should hurry in. This is a hotel. I may not have my impeccable visions tonight but I can tell it's one of the top ones in the Pack. Why would Jake want me to meet him here, instead of in his apartment? It doesn't add up. And it's weird because he's never made such a request. "Why would Jake text you and not me? If he wanted us to meet here, why didn't he text me?" I throw her more questions. "Because, it's a surprise, girl!" She snaps. "There, I said it. He made me promise not to tell you, but your curious ass has made me break my promise." I let her go and stare at her face. She's pouting and looking away. I smile but even that sends a spasm of pain to my head. I wince again. "Just go in, Eleanor. Please. You've already kept him waiting longer than you should. He might get angry. And you don't want that, do you?" I feel the need to hug her again and I do. "Thanks, Van. For everything." Van isn't just my best friend, but she's my sister. We grew up in the same orphanage, under Mrs. Theresa's care. We had a twin bond and did everything together. We wouldn't let any potential parents adopt just one of us without the other, so we ended up not getting adopted at all. Growing up in the orphanage still feels like a better experience than getting adopted. When we became legal, we found ourselves a job, gathered up a bit of cash, and rented an apartment. It's been three years already and we're still this close. We always will be. She's my ride-or-die. Jake came around two years ago and we've been dating since then. I love him to bits. He and Van occupy a huge part of my extremely wide and warm heart. "I love you, girl." She rocks me childishly before letting go and hopping back into the taxi. "Say hi to Jake for me." "Wait, Van–!" The taxi zooms off, taking her far away from me. I didn't ask her how she got Jake's number. She said she didn't have it. Or how he got hers. The pain in my head increases and I crouch, holding my head in my palms. It's dark and lonely out here, and I could get into big trouble in the hands of roadside thugs if I don't go inside. With another deep, dragged wince, I stagger my way to the door and into the lavish interior of the lounge. I head for the elevator, with steady, staggering steps. My eyes are shut half the way. It's a miracle that I didn't collide with anyone. I get into the elevator, and my splitting brain manages to recall that she said it's the 3rd floor. I press the button, sobbing at the agonizing pain in my head that isn't easing up anymore. The elevator opens and I try so hard to locate the room. She said it was room 304. I think I see it. No doubt this is it because the door is widely open. Jake must have remembered that I didn't have the key so he thought to leave the door open. If that makes any sense. With no hesitation, I stagger inside, dropping my bag. There's another open door and I go through it. A bed, finally! I kick off my shoes, slumping on the bed with a painful sigh. God, my head hurts. What terrible pain is this? "You came back," A deep, baritone croons beside me. Jake. It has to be him. I feel his hands fiddling with my clothes but my senses are too foggy to understand what he's doing. I just wanna sleep off this terrible night. Hopefully, I feel better in the morning. But just between reality and my dreamland, I let out a painful moan at a spine-jerking pain and the feeling of something huge cruelly thrusting into me. I shut my eyes to the pain. It's all in my head. I'll be fine in the morning. With that consolation, I let go of the bit of consciousness that I was holding onto.