Fated to the Alphas

Chapter 1 - Meeting the devil

Charlie POV

"Get your sweet a** moving, or else I'll carry you out this apartment myself!", Brittany yelled from outside my door. 

I stand in front of my floor length mirror and feel absolute ridiculous in the outfit she chose for me. 

"I'm not coming out!... I look like a squished fruit in the plastic mess!", I yelled back at her.

"Oh come on Char, that outfit is...." As Brittany fully entered my room, her jaw dropped and she just stared blankly at me. 

"YOU LOOK SO HOT B*TCH!", she yelled so loud, I could've sworn I saw her spit flying in mid-air. 

How girls motivate each other with that single line, baffles me till this day.

I do a quick once-over in appreciation of my popping curves in the deep red corset top paired with black gladiator heels and a cream umbrella skirt. The girl looking back from the mirror was a goddess. 

My caramel skin, large black eyes gave me an innocent look but with the smoky eye, I look like a naughty queen. The usually tangled mess of brown curls runs like a sheet of water down my exposed back. 

Brittany beside me stood a complete opposite to me. Instead of a two piece outfit like mine, she wore a ruby red form fitting dress that looked so tight on her I doubted she could breathe.

She had creamy skin, glassy, catlike, olive eyes and a lean, toned body. All that time in the gym was evident in her much smaller than mine frame. Her usually straightened blonde mass of hair was tinted brown and curled at the ends. The red lipstick she had on only made her look even more devilish than usual.

Looking back into my mirror, the entire clingy outfit I had on accentuated my curves and I couldn't help but smile. Brittany was indeed correct, upon second glance, I do look HOT.

We finally arrive in front of a gloomy stone building with giant black doors and two formidable bouncers. 

"Hey Frank, Jesse" Brittany nods at them.

Frank stood tall, dark, smoothed skinned, blue-eyed, with black leather pants and a t-shirt that stretched impressively over with built frame. Jesse had on dark, faded jeans and a white shirt on and his pale complexion contrasted beautifully with his green eyes. After a quick once over our outfits, Frank grants us entrance but not before his gaze lingers a little too long over me.

The atmosphere of the club which I found out was called Venus, based on the neon sign outside, only intensified as the deep electro beat emitted by the speakers made the sweaty mass of bodies on the dancefloor sway back and forth. 

In short, it was really packed as Brit and I pushed and shoved in order to make it to the bar. We were lucky to not be trampled to death considering our small sizes, even in these heels, I still only could see shoulders.

"Hey handsome..." "Six shots please and keep the drinks coming", Brittany yelled over to the bartender and still managed to sound sexy too as the bartender winked at her and a sultry smile covered his features.

"I have never done shots before, you know this" 

"Oh come on, you need to live a little", Brittan shot back with an eyeroll.

About six  shots later I knew that the effects of the strong liquor were clouding my better judgement. Here I was, standing in the middle of the dance floor moving my body to the deep bass that sounded throughout the entire place. 

Whilst on the floor, feeling the hypnotic beat course through me, I start running my hands up and down my body and as my hips sway seductively back and forth, right, to left.

Suddenly out of nowhere I feel an odd sensation come over me. 

I have the distinct feel that someone is watching me as I run my vision over the crowd, around me till I feel it before I can see it properly. 

A pair of amber orbs so deep in colour that they looked like honey stared right at me, intensely. The dark, wavy hair that looked like a hand just run through it a couple of times paired of greatly with the pale, smooth skin. 

His high cheekbones together with a toned, lean body made him look nothing short of a Greek God. 

Boy are my shorts wet!

As sudden as I locked eyes with him, I quickly looked away as a deep blush crept up my warm skin.

 “It has to be lights and the liquor that has gotten me so bothered”, I thought out loud in hopes of convincing myself that this handsome devil did not affect me.

 In all my years, I have never felt such a pull towards someone as great as I feel in this moment. 

Although I was the first one to pull away from our staring match, I couldn’t help but feel smaller than usual as I sought out that familiar shade of brown once again, only to be disappointed when I don’t locate him.

“Hey b-baby”, a deep voice whispers whilst stuttering in my ear after two hands circle my waist from behind and land on my hips with a tight grip. 

“Let go of me!” I yelled at the unknown man who had a grip so tight on my hips that I was sure would bruise by tomorrow. 

Blonde hair, black eyes, pasty white skin, he is most definitely not my type. Finally after a great struggle, I managed to free myself from him. 

Walking away from my interrupted dance session, I frantically searched around for any sign of Brittany but I fail miserably and internally groan as the sudden urge to pee overcomes me.

Standing in the line I wonder why do the ladies bathroom always have a long a*s line. 

I mean seriously?

 Considering how long clubs have existed, someone should have at least figured out by now to have at least 10 stalls to accommodate the female species since we clearly outnumber males based on the usual lines we have to wait in, so that we can relieve ourselves.

A sigh of relief escapes me after I reach my turn and do my business, what I wasn’t expecting was how short lived it would be.

There in the hallway which was once bustling with ladies was now dead quiet and darker than I remembered. 

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, I go back to the main floor to try and locate Brittany only to discover from the bouncer named Frank that she left with the bartender, 45 minutes after we got there.

At a loss for words, I stumble back home on foot since Britt had the taxi fare with her and all I had was the key to our apartment tucked tightly between my corset and my left breast.

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15 Minutes later*

“You can do this, you’ve walked this same road countless of times”, I try to convince myself to be brave although I couldn’t help but feel like something is wrong on the way home with just me and the scattered lights illuminating the streets.

 A block away from my apartment, a heavy sigh escapes my lips as I feel one step closer to my home, my safety. 

The closer I get, I suddenly notice how loud my heels click on the cold pavement and how much darker it has becomes as the single, blinking, streetlight, above me struggles to retain life. 

Tzz!, the only source of light, dies and I can’t help but feel a piece of me wither with it.

On hyper alert, my pace quickens when I become aware that I am not alone on the street.

The heavy footfalls that echo behind me give me enough indication that I am being followed. 

“N-not so f-fast b-baby”, that familiar stutter reaches my ears as a choked scream is muffled by the hand that covers my face. 

“You thought you could just tease me with those thick thighs and plump lips then just leave me like that. Turned on. No. F*cken. Way.” again the stranger stutters out, sounding drunker than ever.

Goosebumps begin to rise on my skin as the hair raises on the back of my neck and the hot tears bubbling on my eyelids threaten to fall.

This was not how I planned to spend my night and all thanks to my supposed best friend who happened to ditch me at the first chance she could get, I was now cornered by a stranger trying to r*pe me. 

The tears unconsciously spill from my tightly s**t eyes and a shiver of disgust travels through me when I feel his disgusting hand moving down my sides, between my legs and up my thighs. 

“You already f-fee-ling me b-baby-y, I know you must be wet.” Peter mistakes the shiver he felt from her body to be that of want.