Owned by the Exiled Alpha.

Choosing Me.

MANDY'S POV

Oh f**k.

Fuck f**k f**k.

What is wrong with you Mandy, what is actually wrong with you….

The pavement gave way to grass. I didn't plan the direction, I never plan anything apparently, and so my feet carried me the only place they knew to go when everything else failed, into the dark, into the trees, into the woods at the edge of the park where the city noise faded and the only sounds were leaves and wind and my own ragged breathing.

I stopped when I couldn't hear the street anymore.

I pressed my back against the nearest trunk and closed my eyes.

Fool, I thought. You absolute, complete, magnificent fool.

Then I heard footsteps behind me.

I knew before I turned around.

"Hey." He stepped into the small clearing, slightly out of breath but otherwise composed, those blue eyes finding me immediately in the dark. "You didn't let me finish."

"Please just go," I said. "I'm sorry I did that. It was a mistake. I'm having a terrible night and I made it weird and I'm…."

“It's okay, beautiful, there's no need to apologize.”

I stopped.

He took a step closer, his voice dropping to something quieter, "I was surprised. That's all. And I didn't want you to feel like I was…" He paused, choosing the words. "You were upset. I didn't want to be someone who took advantage of that."

I looked at him, standing there in the dark in his dark shirt with his slightly disheveled hair and those impossible blue eyes looking at me like I was something worth chasing through a park at midnight.

"You're probably tired and overwhelmed. Let me take you home."

Rejection hit me like a second wound opening directly over the first.

"You too?" I whispered, my voice cracking. "Rejecting me just like everyone else?"

"I'm not rejecting you." His jaw tightened. "I just don't want to hurt you. You're vulnerable right now.”

"Everyone rejects me," I said, and my voice came out smaller than I meant it to. "Tonight has been…. I've been rejected so many times tonight that I've lost count and I just…." I laughed, and it was a broken, exhausted sound.

I held his gaze as my hands slid to the hem of my dress. Slowly, I hooked my thumbs into the red lace at my hips, the panties I'd worn hoping tonight would finally mean something and peeled them down my thighs.

I stepped out of them and looked at him.

"My feelings are already bruised," I said, my voice husky with needs. "But they could get better.”

His eyes dropped to the scrap of red lace on the ground, then raked back up my body, lingering on the curve of my hips, the swell of my breasts straining against the torn dress.

Lust darkened his features, his breath hitching. A low growl escaped his throat, it was pure alpha instinct. He dropped to his knees before me, his hands gripping my thighs as he pulled me close.

Our lips met again, this time fierce and unyielding. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming it with deep, hungry strokes that made my knees buckle.

He broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down my neck, nipping at the pulse point where my wolf howled for more. His free hand yanked down the front of my dress, freeing my breasts to the night air. My n*****s peaked instantly, hard and aching. He captured one in his mouth, sucking hard, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. I cried out, arching into him as he lavished attention on first one, then the other, his teeth grazing just enough to send jolts of pleasure-pain straight to my core. All the while, his fingers f****d me deeper, thumb circling my c**t in maddening circles.

“More,” I begged, voice breathless. “Please.”

He pulled his fingers free, slick with my arousal, and lifted me effortlessly, laying me back on a bed of soft moss and fallen leaves. The earth was cool beneath me, but his body was on fire as he knelt between my thighs. “You’re delicious,” he growled, before diving in.

He sucked my c**t into his mouth, tongue lashing it relentlessly while his fingers plunged back inside me, three now, filling me, twisting and thrusting. The dual assault had me writhing, hands clawing at the ground, moans echoing through the woods.

Wait….no, I didn’t even know his name.

He freed his c**k, which was thick and veined, the head already weeping pre-c*m. It was bigger than I’d imagined, and my mouth watered at the sight.

“You sure?” he asked, voice strained, positioning himself at my entrance.

“Yes,” I whispered. “f**k me. Make me forget.”

He thrust in slow at first, inch by inch, stretching my virgin walls until he was buried to the hilt. He paused, letting me adjust, then began to move, deep, powerful strokes that hit every nerve.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, nails digging into his back as he pounded into me, the slap of skin on skin mingling with our ragged breaths.

I came again, harder this time, walls milking his c**k as stars exploded behind my eyes. He followed moments later, roaring as he spilled inside me, hot and deep.

We collapsed together, our breaths mingling and our bodies slick with sweat.

The woods settled back around us. The wind, the leaves and even the small creature resumed its business in the undergrowth.

But as the haze and satisfaction cleared, panic crept in.

What had I done?

I pulled away quickly and found my dress. I didn't even look at him because I felt so ashamed of myself already.

I ran.

I ran deeper into the woods, away from the venue, away from the party, away from the man behind me whose voice rose through the dark trees…..

"Wait…..hey…. wait up…."

His voice echoed once, then the woods took it.

And I disappeared into the dark.