Contracted To The Alpha

Chapter 4

Maya’s POV

I woke up to silence and tangled silk sheets that didn't belong to me.

My eyes snapped open when I felt the warm, solid body beside me. I was too woozy to remember who that body belonged to. But the moment I leaned back, his scent, Arabian Oud and a sweet taste of fire hit my nostrils.

My eyes went wild. Oh. Oh, s**t.

I turned around and the air nearly got knocked out of my lungs.

The crushing weight of realization hit me when I noticed something was wrong.

I was naked in bed with Alpha Dante.

I sat up slowly, still reveling in the shock, when the sheets slipped down my chest, exposing a trail of bite marks and bruised kisses.

Flashbacks flickered through my mind and I gasped.

His lips on my throat, his hand gripping my hip, the sound of his growl as he pushed into me.

My heart thundered in my chest. What the heck had I done?

Guilt sliced through me like a blade and I carefully slid out of bed. I gathered my clothes from the floor and slipped them on. And while I did that, he didn't stir even till I left the room.

I didn't leave a note. Didn't even look back. I grabbed my bag and ran.

I waved down a cab and climbed into the backseat as quickly as possible. I could feel the tears fill my eyes but I blinked them away. What had I done?

“Where to?” The driver asked, meeting my gaze in the rearview mirror.

I rattled off the address of the Mystic Pop bar I worked at.

The cab pulled away from the curb and I exhaled softly, wiping my cheeks with the back of my hand. I had to get myself together.

When the cab arrived at the bar, I bounded out of the backseat, stuffed my hand in my purse and dug out a few dollar bills. I didn't wait to hear what the driver said. Instead, I turned towards the building. I had a morning shift to cover.

As soon as I stepped into the bar, the smell of alcohol and cigars hit my nostrils. As much as I hated the smell, I'd become used to it, not the fancy bar I'd worked in at the MoonCrest Hotel.

My phone vibrated in my purse and I reached for it. It was the man who got me this job — Raymond. I clicked the power button and put my phone on flight mode. I wasn't in the mood for any calls. I felt sick about what I did.

After taking a few orders, I rushed to the staff bathroom to vomit. Twice.

Afterward, I sat on the floor, my knees tucked to my chest as I tried to breathe.

I had slept with my target. The same.man who ruined my life by fathering the boy who destroyed me.

What the heck was I doing?

I should quit, disappear, get as far away from the Blood Moon family as quickly as possible. But I didn't. I couldn't. Not when I remembered something far more valuable than the guilt I felt — the envelope Raymond had given to me. The 6 figures that had blinded me to accept this deal. I needed it. The deal, the money, the revenge. Everything. I remembered my humiliation a year ago and forced myself to stand. If Sebastian could get whatever he wanted then so do I. I wiped my eyes, reapplied my lipstick and walked out of the bathroom. I was done crying for the Blood Moon men.

I stepped into the hallway and headed towards the lounge. But when I turned the corner, I stopped dead in my tracks.

He was there.

Alpha Dante.