Fated to the Alphas

Chapter 2 - D-drunk thoughts

Third Person POV

“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.

You see, Peter was not a stranger to Charlie, in fact, he knew her from the countless times she walked past him in the foyer of their apartment building. 

Since Charlie never acknowledged him before and appreciating her beauty from a distance was not satisfying anymore, he felt humiliated and furious that she did not see him worthy enough for her attention. 

His shy nature did not help him in anyway feel confident enough to approach her and finally confess his feelings.

All thanks to his only friend and roommate Andrew, he ended up going out with him to visit a club as his roomie believed he need to relax and find himself a girl to destress.

Peter did not want to go out that night, seeing as it was Thursday.

I mean who parties during the week anyway, Peter thought to himself but after much convincing, he ended up in front of the black double doors with two scary bouncers out front.

With a simple head nod and handshake from Andrew and the lighter in complexion guy, they were let through the doors.

 He could not believe his luck when he spotted her at Club Venus tonight, looking so sweet and juicy in her outfit that he vowed after thanking his lucky stars that he will not waste this opportunity.

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Charlie POV

Fear.

Fear invaded my senses, it clouded my judgement. I could not fight him off of me as my mind and body seemed uncoordinated at the moment when one screamed to fight and the other screamed to flight. 

I stood there paralysed as he pushed me against the wall and blocked my escaped with the tight clasp of his hand over my throat and on the mouth to block off my screams. 

The tears that so threatened to fall, finally cascaded like a waterfall down my flushed face.

 “Please, please don’t do this” I cry but it comes out muffled and the last bit of hope I had vanished as I feel his dirty fingers inch closer to my nether regions. 

I cry harder at this and the perverts face stretches into a wretched , cheshire cat smile as he looks at me joyfully, oblivious to my heartache.

At the last moment, just when I thought I had no strength in me, a fresh breath of air enters my body as I struggle and a smile ghosts my face as I managed to unhook myself from his grasp and swing. Hard.

The look of surprise that crosses his features as he takes in what I just did does not last long as he reciprocates. 

“Clap!” his palm connects with my cheek and a similar but bigger handprint mirroring the one on his face becomes evident on mine too.

“YOU STUPID SL*T! HOW DARE YOU LAY YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON ME!”, he yells at me as his eyes bulged and deep veins protruded from his ghost white skin as he grips my throat, cutting off my air. 

Before I pass out as I dangled from the wall and the tips of my toes struggled to scrape and tough the concrete floor, a gust of wind swirls around me and I gape like a fish out of water as air suddenly invades my starved lungs.

I lay there on the floor and before I pass out, a familiar figure enters my line of sight. 

Those tingles ghost my flesh and butterfly’s flutter in my stomach as I look into the eyes of my saviour.

 “My hero” was all I managed to choke out as I lay cradled in the sweet warmth of his strong arms and darkness takes me.

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 I woke up in the morning with a throbbing headache as panic slowly creeps up on me. 

My hands fly across my body, frantically, as I check for anything out of the ordinary besides the dull throb of every muscle in my body.

Looking at my body and taking stock of myself, a sigh of relief escapes my lips as realisation begins to strike me. 

Last night’s events filter in bits and pieces and I can’t help but feel like I should remember something. 

"What happened to me?" 

Although confused, I was glad that I still had on all my clothing and shoes included, which must meant I got home safe and passed out on my bed still dressed as I could have been too drunk to change out of my attire and into sleep clothes.

Satisfied that I am all in one piece, I trudged miserably towards the sound of the front door slamming shut. 

In walks my best friend, looking like a mess with bedraggled hair, crumpled dress and barefoot, I conclude her night was amazing judging from the bright smile that never leaves her face as she strides to the kitchen with her heels in her hand.

“Where were you last night, you promised me you would not leave my side?”

“Good morning Charlie. I am fine, I hope you are well. Thank you for asking”

“Look Britt, now is not the time to play games with me” I retorted a frown sets on her face after she shakes her head.

“Char, I’m sorry for ditching you. After you got your buzz on, I realised you didn’t need me all momma bear on you. You dancing with those guys after you let loose left me nothing to do.

“Seriously Brit? That’s the best you got?”

“You were enjoying yourself weren’t you?”

“I was… until I wasn’t”

“What do you mean Charlie?” “What happened?”

I sigh again, which seems to be my favourite form of action lately. “I think something happened to me last night but I can’t remember what”

The sound of her heels echo around the apartment as they drop to the floor and a shocked expression covers her features.

 “I can’t explain it since all my clothes were in one piece when I woke up but…” 

I trailed off and a look of horror masks Brittany’s face as she stares at me.

Her jaw drops as she takes in the bruises on my neck, thighs and hips. 

A hand covers her mouth and unshed tears line her eyelids as she really takes in my appearance. 

There on my face as well, is a large handprint which I also just noticed as my eye wanders to the mirror in my bedroom and a dark look crosses my face. 

I know I wasn’t ‘touched’ but these bruises say otherwise. 

At the back of my head though, I can’t help but feel like I should remember something. 

Anything!

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15 Minutes later

I walk out of my apartment and look bad but not as worse as I did before. Brittany helped me use makeup to conceal the most evident bruises on my face and neck and I could not help but commend her work. 

She really outdid herself as the marks looked faint and not as evident unless you squint hard at my face

As I walked down the street on my way to work, I realised what a mistake Thursday night partying for really was. 

The steady throbbing of my head as the hangover settles in my already stiff and sore body fills me with deep regret for not at least waiting till it was Friday. 

That way I could have just wallowed in regret and pity whilst alone in my bed in sweats eating chocolate chip ice-cream

The stiff smile gracing my lips turns steadily into one of pure joy when my favourite café comes into view. 

I can already taste the bitter brew and the most gooey, sweet cinnamon buns this side of the town. My mouth waters at the vivid memory of biting into those heavenly buns.

After my favourite morning delight is finished, I stare out the window of the café from my corner seat.

Flashback*

“Little mate, how did you get yourself all caught up in this mess.”, my beautiful saviour asks me in a voice so quiet that I doubted he meant for me to hear him.

I grin like a fool as I look into his amber orbs and that familiar feeling of arousal forms in the pit of my belly. 

“You saved me, didn’t you. I had a feeling you would”

He softly smiles at me although it looks more like a smirk than a genuine smile as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“I will always save you. I promised I will always come back for you. Always. My love.”

 End of flashback*

I quickly awake with a jolt from my daydream to the sound of something crashing, and frown when I feel the moisture pooling in pants.

“I can’t believe that happened again”, I thought out loud as I remember the vivid dream I had earlier which is similar to the one I just had. Everything felt so real that I could still feel the faint tingles left by his lips on mine.

Who is he? Did he leave this marks on me?

Questions pile into my head all at once but most of all I wonder if I’ll ever see him again.