Alpha's Virgin Claim

CH4: Omar's POV

"Stop the car!"

My voice was a growl, raw and urgent, the moment we reached the intersection. My driver glanced back at me, startled.

"Here?" he asked, eyebrows raised in confusion. The middle of the road wasn’t exactly a usual drop-off.

But I wasn’t in the mood for questions.

A deeper growl rumbled in my throat and that was all it took.

He slammed the brakes without another word, pulling to a halt right in the center of the street, hazard lights flashing. Horns blared behind us instantly, but I was already pushing the door open.

I stepped out into chaos.

Traffic stalled around the idle car, angry drivers cursing and honking as I strode past unfazed. I didn’t care, not when the pull inside me was this strong.

Not when my wolf was snarling beneath my skin, feral and restless.

There was someone in that club.

Someone I couldn’t ignore.

I walked straight across the street, my heart pounding harder with each step until I reached the darkened entrance of the building. Neon lights flickered above me, pulsing to the rhythm of music that spilled out like a heartbeat.

Behind me, I caught a glimpse of my driver trying to calm the chaos, his expression was a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

He probably wondered why his boss had abandoned a formal event to storm into a dingy club without warning.

But he wouldn’t understand and I ldidn’t have the time or words to explain this.

We were supposed to be heading to the Bloodmoon Pack’s mating ceremony.

A prestigious affair. One I was personally invited to attend. As a floor partner in my company, they were quickly climbing the ranks in strength and wealth, and my presence was expected.

But they’d have to wait.

The moment my wolf stirred, none of that mattered. This mattered more.

Something... no, someone was inside this club. And my wolf was dragging me toward them, deeper and deeper with every breath I took.

My legs moved of their own accord, drawn by something primal.

Some might wonder why this is happening, why the distress is coiling so tightly in my chest. Why my curiosity feels like hunger tonight. Why I care so damn much about what or who lies inside that club.

Not even my driver would understand. Hell, the only person who might is my Beta. But he’s not here.

I left him behind in the pack to handle business in my absence.

So I was alone. Alone and drawn like a moth to a flame by the lavender scent filling my nostrils.

It teased my senses, rippling through the air like a ghost trail, delicate but impossible to ignore.

I’d been in clubs more times than I could count. I knew how they smelled... perfume, sweat, stale booze and sometimes cigarette smoke. A toxic mix I was used to.

But not tonight because all I could smell was lavender. Sweet and maddeningly pure. Like it didn’t belong in a place like this.

A lady walked towards me, caressing my cheeks with her fingers in an attempt to seduce me . Another followed her, slightly parting her dress to reveal the lines that divided her cleavages which she offered like a gift.

I didn’t flinch, I simply stepped past them, vanishing into the crowd before they could attach themselves to me.

From my trouser pocket, I pulled a black handkerchief and tied it over the lower half of my face.

I had to in order to mask myself because with one glimpse and the women here would recognize me. And they'll throw themselves at me in an attempt to have me inside them. They consider it a privilege, being on my bed.

Some nights, I let them.

On other nights, I played along. Waited for the most daring teaser, picked the boldest stripper and indulged their fantasies and mine if I was in the mood.

But not tonight. Tonight, I wasn’t here for them.

Hell, I wasn’t even here of my own will because my wolf brought me here.

The pull was too strong and primal to resist.

I moved through the dimly lit crowd, pushing past drunk bodies and slurred voices until I found the staircase. With every step upward, the scent intensified—lavender wrapping around me like a drug, even with the cover over my nose.

It still cut through. Still commanded, calling on to me.

The music thundered in my ears,the bass vibrating through the floor. The laughter, the shouting and the grinding bodies on the dancefloor but they were all just noise at the moment.

Distractions that even the flashing neon lights couldn’t hold my attention.

Only the scent did.

Whoever it was, my wolf wanted them.

And now… so did I.

I stood before a door.

This was where my wolf had led me.

420. The number glared back at me in bold brass. Room 420.

I raised my hand and knocked, just once, waiting and hesitant, also in anticipation.

Who was behind this door?

Who was powerful enough to drag my wolf here? Because the truth is that my wolf is supposed to be a lone wolf.

The seer had told my parents the day I was born that I would never have a fated mate. Not in this lifetime.

A cruel prophecy, sealed long before I could even shift.

They said the ritual done before my birth, the ancient rite my parents had done meant to amplify my strength had come with a price.

And the sacrifice was my mate bond.

I could choose a partner, yes. I could take a Luna if I wished.

But my wolf? He was never meant to belong to anyone nor was he made for soul ties.

So imagine my shock and curiosity when he pulled me here. Dragged me out of a moving car, past the screaming drivers and a waiting ceremony all to this door.

Without warning or explanation.

Without even giving me time to collect myself, to rationalize my actions or explain to my driver why I’d abandoned everything tonight.

The door creaked open slowly and I stepped inside.

A young woman stood inside, wearing a white nightgown that accentuated her curves.

Despite the darkness and dimness in the room, I could still see how endowed and shapely she was.

The swell of her hips, the soft rise and fall of her chest, the way the fabric clung to her body like it was made for temptation.

"MATE!"

My wolf roared inside me, loud and in an unhinged growl that shook me to my core.

Before I could say a word, before I could even breathe, she spoke next.

"I’ve been waiting for you for so long," she whispered.

I froze, unable to control the smile that crept up my face. She’d been waiting?

She wouldn’t know how long I’d wished for this. Hoped for the impossible. Prayed in secret that the moon goddess might one day forgive whatever dark sacrifice was made before my birth and give me what I was told I’d never have.

And now, here she was saying she’d been waiting too?

Before I could respond or give her my name or my vow, she pulled me forward and crushed her lips against mine.

Her kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hungry and consuming.

I’d been kissed before many times. So this wasn't the first time someone was kissing me but somehow I couldn't resist her despite not knowing whom she was.

I didn’t even try.

There was something unexplainable about being kissed by your mate—the one the universe carved from your own bones. Every instinct screamed to claim her, protect and worship her.

She kissed me like she’d dreamed of this moment. Like she needed to memorize me with her mouth.

I could taste the alcohol on her breath, could smell it on her skin. She was drunk undeniably.

But even that didn’t shake me.

She was mine. And that blurred everything. Even my morals.

So I let her continue.

Let her take the lead, let her do what she’d clearly longed to do for what felt like lifetimes.

After all, she’d waited for me.

And I had waited for her too.

A moment later, the nightgown slipped off her shoulders, pooling silently at her feet like a whisper.

Her hands were already on me, tearing and ripping my shirt off in a single eager motion.

Still, I couldn't resist, her pheromones, the mate bond, my wolf who was lost in his lust all made it impossible.

My wolf had surrendered.

And now… so had I.