Her Forbidden Alpha

Unwanted

Chapter 3:

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The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as I slept soundly, unaware of the storm brewing outside.

Suddenly, I felt a cold splash on my face, and my eyes flew open to find my step sister standing over me, a wicked grin on her lips as she held a bowl of water in her hand.

A frown immediately made its way across my face. “What is your problem, Sheila?.”

"You are so lazy, someone needed to wake you up" she spat, her voice dripping with contempt. "You have duties to attend to."

I scoffed lowly.

By drenching me in water?

Expected of Sheila. She and I never gotten along for many reasons. And now seeing her bitchy character, I remember why.

“What duties?.”

“My brother is awake and has been working since. Go and serve him food. Why are you sleeping at this time?.”

She stood there waiting for me and blinking away the remnants of sleep, I scrambled to my feet, the chill of the water seeping through my clothes.

As I hastily walked to pick out a new dress to change into, a groan emitting from her stopped me.

“You are too slow. No wonder you don’t have an alpha.”

If I hadn’t stopped then, I did now.

My fingers stopped reaching out to the wardrobe as I froze in the spot.

Why did she have to say that?

It was true then like my aunt had said.

“My brother requested for a meal over minutes ago and you want to change first before going to serve him? Need I remind you that you are living here is a privilege that can be taken at any time.”

I turned to stare at her at the words she said but meeting her gaze was terrifying as she stared at me coldly. Her eyes piercing and sharp.

I don’t remember Sheila and her brother being this scary. But now they are. Only being in few meters from them could make me tremble.

She moved and opened the room door gesturing for me to move along. “He’s waiting. Go.”

I walked out of the room the same time a maid was passing by with a tray of food.

“Wait.” Sheila ordered behind me and nudged me.

I understood what she was trying to say.

With trembling hands, I gathered the tray of food and made my way to his room, my heart pounding in my chest with every step.

How was I going to face him?

I didn’t plan on what I was going to do after realizing who he was yesterday.

I can’t run away. To where? I had already left my aunt’s place because I didn’t want to see my cousin and my mate together.

Shifting my thoughts aside as I got to his room, knocking softly, I entered, offering a timid greeting as I set the meal before him.

While inside the room, my gaze was fixed firmly on the floor. I had my eyes on the ground the entire time and briefly decided to look up. But as I finally lift my head, the weight of his stare hits me like a physical force.

His eyes, dark and intense, seem to bore into me, stripping away my composure. Panic grips me as I realize the nature of his gaze realizing he was staring through my wet dress and my heart races erratically in my chest.

Confusion swirls in my mind and I gulp nervously, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his penetrating stare.

His eyes were dark and I knew what it meant for alphas.

Turning to leave, his voice stopped me.

“You do not turn your back on an alpha who haven’t dismissed you.” His voice sounding controlling sending a shiver down my spine.

Trying to be calm, I turned around facing him daring to look him straight in the eyes. “I seek your permission to leave, Alpha.” I say meekly adding a gesture of respect.

But instead of dismissing me, he spoke, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. "You are the first person I want to have a night with again" He said, his words laced with an unsettling mix of desire and cruelty. "I can't wait to taste it again."

I froze, my breath catching in my throat as he approached, his presence overwhelming in the small room.

What was happening?

With the way he ignored me when he had arrived, I thought we were planning to shove that one night stand under the carpet.

His hands brushed against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through me as he leaned in close, his lips tantalizingly close to mine.

“I’ve never had the privilege of being with a virgin and you were so enticing.” He revealed whispering lowly as his fingers trailed up my arms.

Feeling his words like a physical blow, I instinctively recoil, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and revulsion.

“I would love to feel a moment like that again.” He continued staring back into my eyes as he spoke. “I happen to have a sweet tooth.”

As his fingers trail up my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, I fight the urge to flinch away. With trembling hands, I gently push against his chest, a feeble attempt to create distance between us.

Just then, he grabbed both my hands, pinning them to the wall with one hand as his other hand moved swiftly to my thigh.

My eyes widened in surprise as his hand moved upwards my inner thigh heading to my v****a.

He acted like it was a normal thing as he brought his lips closer to me. The breath from his mouth sent shivers down my spine in fear as I shut my eyes and swallowed, feeling the hairs in my body stand.

His fingers located my panty line and moved to press hard against my mound leading me to squeal involuntarily.

Before anything more could happen, we heard footsteps approaching, and he withdrew abruptly shifting away from me, his demeanor changing from seduction to indifference in an instant.

“You may leave," he said dismissively, his tone cutting through me like a knife.

I didn’t have time to process what happened when the door burst open and my step sister entered, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

“Oh I see you’ve met your new personal maid.” She said scornfully.

“Perhaps when choosing next time, select one who doesn’t wear drenched clothing.” He said coldly as he walked to the other side of the room.

Sheila looked at me. “Did you hear that, dress appropriately, like a maid.”

I hid the retort in my tongue by biting down on my tongue.

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Weeks passed in a blur of fear and uncertainty, my mind consumed by the memory of that encounter.

Now I was more careful around him, in the few seconds that I had to serve him, I made sure to be done and leave immediately.

The one nightstand was enough. There wasn’t going to be a repeat.

But as the days turned into weeks, weakness and nausea plagued me, leaving me drained and afraid.

At first I thought it was because of stress I had to go through but then desperate for answers, I sought the help of a healer, pouring out my fears and worries to her in a torrent of words.

"It seems you're with child," the healer said gently, her eyes full of sympathy as she delivered the news.

My heart sank at her words, the reality of my situation hitting me like a ton of bricks.

How could this have happened?

“W-What?.” I muttered restricting the urge to burst into tears. “No, no, check again. That’s not true.”

“I’m not mistaken, you are not blessed with—.”

“No!.” I interrupted her not wanting to hear the rest.

Why did this have to happen?

It was just one night!

What would become of me and the child growing within me?

I’m just an unmated unwanted wolf.

“It was just one night!.” I revealed to her muttering my fears.

“Either you are very fertile or the alpha of those pups aimed on getting you pregnant.”

What?

Why would Klaus try to do something like that?

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TBC