Mated To The Wrong Alpha

Moon Goddess, Why Him?

Chapter 4

Freya's POV

I narrow my eyes, staring harder at the man giving the toast. Something about the set of his shoulders, the silver threading his dark hair, the way he holds the glass like he owns the entire room… my stomach drops.

No.

It hits me all at once.

He is the man from last night!

The same hands that pinned me, spanked me, and filled me to the brim. My knees buckle and the world tilts.

What the heck?

Julian’s arm shoots out, steadying me at the waist. “Freya? What’s wrong?”

I can’t answer. My eyes dart back to the front, but Ronan already moves. He walks through the crowd with smooth, predatory grace and stops right in front of us.

Up close, the recognition hits me more than anything. His eyes are storm-grey, piercing, and framed by thick lashes.

His face is all hard angles and raw power—high cheekbones, a strong jaw shadowed with stubble. Those lips that I now remember wrapped around my n*****s and whispered filthy praise against my skin. He looks even hotter in the black suit, shoulders straining the fabric, exuding dangerous authority.

“Freya,” he calls with an eerie ease, voice low and velvet-rough, the same tone that made me beg last night.

I nearly throw up.

My gaze swings wildly between father and son. Julian stands tall and polite beside me. Ronan looms like a storm cloud, eyes locked on mine with dark, knowing heat.

Julian frowns, concern etching his features. “Are you alright? You look pale.”

“I… restroom,” I choke out. “Where is the restroom?”

Julian nods quickly. “This way. I’ll take you.”

He guides me through the hall, his hand gentle on my lower back. The moment we reach the private restroom door, I slip inside and slam it shut, locking it with shaking fingers.

I grip the sink, gasping at my reflection. Wide eyes. Flushed cheeks. The faint mark on my neck is hidden under my makeup but still burning like a brand.

Last night replays in vivid flashes—blindfold tight over my eyes, wrists bound, his thick c**k stretching me open while he called me “good girl” and “little wolf.” Six whole rounds. His c*m leaking down my thighs this morning.

And now he is Alpha Ronan Cross. My future father-in-law.

How did I not know? I have never seen his face before today. My father kept me sheltered. But Moon Goddess… I let him ruin me. I begged him to.

I want to die. I want the floor to open and swallow me whole so I never have to face him again.

Just then, a soft knock sounds. “Freya? You doing okay in there?”

Julian’s voice.

I force out a reply, staring at my reflection. “Yes. I’m fine. Just… a little dizzy. I’ll be out soon.”

“Alright. I’ll head back to the hall. Take your time.”

His footsteps fade.

I splash a little amount of water on my face, breathe deep, and finally step out.

Ronan waits right there in the dimly lit corridor, his gaze intense. Yara stirs strangely inside me, pressing forward with a needy whine.

Just from his stare, heat pools low in my belly despite the soreness. What the hell is happening? A pull so strong and magnetic. I actually want to step closer, to touch him.

I fight it hard.

How can I stop this?

“Alpha Cross,” I acknowledge, my voice steadier than I feel. I try to pretend nothing ever happened and move past him.

He moves faster, and in one smooth step he pins me against the wall, firm enough that I can’t escape. His scent—dark cedar, musk, and raw power invades my senses, clouding my thoughts.

My body betrays me. I want to arch into him. My n*****s tighten and my sore p***y clenches at the memory.

“What the hell…” I hiss, pushing at his chest.

He doesn’t budge, not even a bit.

Slowly, he leans in, warm breath brushing my ear. “Careful, little wolf. You look like you’re about to faint in front of everyone.”

Little wolf.

I shove harder. “Let me go.”

For a second his eyes darken with something hungry. Then he steps back, releasing me. Cold air rushes in where his heat was.

“Go back to the hall,” he says, voice suddenly ice-cold. “And don’t do anything stupid. Your father would be the one who pays for it.”

The shift stuns me. One moment possessive heat, the next complete detachment. I almost cry out at the loss as he turns and walks away without another glance.

Eventually, I stumble back toward the ceremony, legs shaky, my heart hammering.

The tables are set for lunch. Julian spots me immediately and pulls me to sit beside him, smiling warmly. “There you are. Feeling better?”

I nod, forcing a smile. “Yes, thanks.”

Across the table sits my family with Alpha Ronan. My father laughs loudly, happily discussing the reunion of our packs with great enthusiasm. He seems to be happier about this than I am.

But when my eyes find Ronan, his heated gaze burns into me. Dark and knowing.

Julian leans closer, fork in hand with a bite of roasted meat. “Here, try this. You barely ate anything.”

I part my lips to accept it, still locked in Ronan’s stare.

The look he gives me is dangerous with raw hunger mixed with warning. My throat closes. The food goes down the wrong path.

I choke hard, coughing violently, eyes watering as the entire table turns to look at me.

“Freya! Are you okay?”

My Mom's voice calls out.