The Alpha's claim - The love that defies the rules

My mind was muddled up, and my thoughts were confused. I silently stood in front of the wooden door, hesitant to go in. I cleared the haze from my eyes with my palm, trying to shake off the fatigue that clouded my face. Before coming here, I had drunk wine to numb my senses, to avoid having a clear memory of what would happen after arriving. Yet, my body seemed to have developed a tolerance for wine, and I felt light-headed from exhaustion rather than drunkenness. I glanced around the corridor, surveying the stark decor of the Alpha's room. The only notable feature was the painted tag above the door, etched with the inscription "Alpha Liam's Room" in sophisticated writing. A shiver ran through my spine after reading the text, wondering what awaited me inside. My body was weak and exhausted, but I knew I had to do this. My desperate mother needed me to pay off her debt. And I had to pay with my body and soul. We had walked a treacherous path after my Beta father left my Omega mother. Their marriage was eccentric, as it was an unwritten rule that no Alpha or Beta should marry an Omega. My father was blinded by love, at least. Life took a different course after I entered the picture. My father struggled to cater to our family, but he persisted. However, when a wealthy Beta female showed interest in him, he succumbed to her advances, divorcing my mother. But my mother became desperate for attention, piling up debts to buy luxury items to prove her value. But in our village, no matter how wealthy an Omega became, they would never be cherished. My mother had forgotten this, and now I had to bear the burden. The village's most feared Alpha, Liam Arthur, claimed a night with me to pay off my mother's debts. I steadied myself with a breath and gathered my resolve. I calmed myself with a gentle reminder: "I am here to pay off my mother's debt. After this, I would be free." With a newfound sense of purpose, I opened the door and entered. A firm hand gripped me, the pressure quietly mesmerizing. I was pulled into a warm, hot embrace. The chest was sturdy, with a faint scent of fragrance. The room was dark, but I felt the heat emanating from his body through the thin shirt. I froze, unsure of what to do next. But instead of making a move, Alpha Liam rested his head on my shoulders, his warm breath stroking my skin. For a moment, I was bathed in a warm, comforting sense of peace. Then, he stood up straight, creating a distance between us, erasing the past moment of comfort. "I don't like dirty things," he said, his eyes filled with contempt. "Go and wash up." I felt a wave of humiliation, but I swallowed my pride. "Where is the washroom?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Alpha Liam didn't respond, instead pointing to the wooden door on the other side of the room. I walked carefully, each step feeling like an adventure across sharp claws. It took me over an hour to wash away the dirt and stench. When I returned to the bedroom, Alpha Liam was waiting for me, his eyes fixed on me with a burning intensity. He turned on the bedside lamp, illuminating his chiseled features and soft, brown hair. For a moment, I forgot to breathe. He was bare-chested, his muscles bubbling under his skin like a harmony of movement. His eyes stirred with a hint of pleasure, and my heart toppled. I couldn't help but stare, under his deep gaze. He deserved better, someone classy and elegant. So why had he chosen me, of all people? "Done watching?" he asked, thoughtful yet probing. "Ugh?" I said, my face flushing slightly. "Come here," he commanded, his voice gentle. I walked to the bedside, standing before him, my heart beating accelerating. "Hmm," he sniffed me, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "You smell nice." My wolf shook inside me, prompting, "He is the one, touch him!" But I was taken aback. Him? How could my mate be him? He was the richest and most affluent Alpha in our village, with all the formidable beauties vying to walk close to him. The screams of my wolf were unexpected, and I temporarily lost my composure. He looked into my eyes, his expressions shifting: surprise, shock, amusement, and doubt. "You are my mate?" he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty. I remained silent, my face dropping in self-doubt. "Did you felt anything?" he asked again, his tone firm. "Y-yes," I said. He lifted my face up with my chin, his grip firm. He lifted my face up with my chin, his grip firm. “Ah” I cried out, more startled than sore. “Your face seemed familiar?” He asked, his gaze narrowing. I looked away, my pulse pounding in my ears, “No” I concealed. I first met him at the bar where I worked. He visited with his friends, and while serving them, I accidentally spilled drinks on him. His friends tormented me with their powers, taunting me, while he observed with amusement. That was when I confirmed the rumors about his ruthlessness. In spite of this, I was back at his mercy. He pulled me closer. His soothing warmth engulfed me. He rubbed my neck with his head, sniffling. My neck felt raw, so I pushed his head slightly. He looked up, his eyes filled with lingering danger. I shivered. Then he continued. His touch became soft yet commanding. After eternity, he stopped. He lifted my fragile body onto the bed, holding me tight. It was like holding a pet that could escape. “After marking you this night, you’ll stay with me forever.” He whispered. I didn't grasp his words, so I asked again. He moved to my neck, rubbing it. His uneven breath tickled me. “Lord Liam?” I whispered. My body tensed up under his touch, my wolf stirring restlessly. He sensed my discomfort and stopped, resting his head on my shoulder. “You just have to serve me and I’ll provide you a comfortable life.” He said, his voice low and mystical. I didn't understand what he meant. How could I possibly save him? Was he implying to use me? I carefully picked my choice of words,“Lord Liam, what do you mean” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He turned to me, his eyes holding a playful glimmer. “What do you think?” The vibration of his voice danced across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I pressed my lips together, afraid of saying what would shatter the fragile moment. What if he had developed interest in me? No, It was just for this one night, he would not genuinely consider a weak omega like me, would he? My purpose for being here had momentarily skipped my memory. I was supposed to be a silent, obedient companion not an unwitty pawn. “Lord Liam, what am I to do?” I asked, my palms growing sweaty. His smirk deepened“Eager to spend a night with me?” I hastenened to correct him. “N-no, what I meant was-” He cut me off with a low, wry chuckle and rose up, disappearing into the washroom. The sound of running water entranced me, and my mind began to wander. I quickly regained my composure, brushing aside the treacherous thoughts. As the sound stopped, my heart skipped a bit. Lord Liam emerged, his chiseled physique on full display. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, he strode towards me with an air of arrogance. His hair, well trimmed, outlined his face, and a drop of water clung to his chest, creating an alluring screne. I felt my throat tightened as he approached me. His eyes locked unto mine, and he reached out, his hand cradling my head. His lips claimed mine in a domineering kiss, rendering me breathless. I closed my eyes, yielding to the pressure of his gentle touch.