THE ALPHA'S TEACHER

SHATTERED ILLUSIONS!

MIA'S POV

"Take it easy," Martins muttered, wincing as I dabbed at his wound.

"Sorry," I mumbled, though my hands didn’t stop moving.

I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t still be doing this—tending to a man who never truly cared for me.

A few days ago, I thought I had found the one. Someone different. Handsome, well-built, with a confidence that could command a room. But the stranger had left me with only one word— "Thanks."

And now, here I was, back with Martins. The only man who had ever asked me out in my twenty-one years of existence. That was the only reason I was still here, patching up his wounds like a fool. Life had made me believe that men like him—the strong, confident, and self-assured ones—would never choose someone like me. No, only men like Martins ever did.

"Mia."

His voice dragged me from my thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"Where’d you go just now?" he asked, his tone laced with something close to curiosity. At least he noticed I was distracted.

I sighed, setting the bowl of water aside. "You disappeared for two days, so I went looking for you at the club. I knew that’s where you’d be."

He rolled his eyes. "You knew I had a show. I had to prepare."

"Yeah?" I scoffed. "Because from what I saw, your ‘preparation’ looked a lot like getting your ass beaten outside the club."

His jaw clenched. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

I turned away, biting my tongue. My anger was slipping through, but I wasn’t done.

"It means," I said, voice sharp, "that there’s more to life than rapping at Midnight Howl. You’re wasting your time. You don’t even bother changing locations—all because Mr. Quins lets you perform for free. What kind of future is that?"

His eyes darkened. "You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about."

I let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, I do. You just don’t like hearing the truth."

The silence that followed was thick and suffocating. Then, his lips curled into something cruel.

"You know what? Get out."

I blinked, caught off guard. "You’re kicking me out?"

"Take your jobless ass out of my house," he spat. "At least I have a job."

The words hit harder than I expected.

"You knew I lost my job," I whispered, "and you didn’t even call?"

For a fleeting second, guilt flickered across his face. But before he could say anything, a knock sounded at the door.

Before either of us could react, the door swung open.

A woman stepped inside without hesitation—without permission.

She was beautiful. Small. Slim. The kind of girl Martins always claimed was his type.

She walked straight to him, ignoring me completely, and kissed his cheek like she had done it a thousand times before.

"Hey, babe," she purred, smirking.

A sick feeling twisted in my stomach.

Then she turned to me, giving me a once-over, like I was something stuck to the bottom of her shoe. "So this is the girl you took pity on?"

I swallowed hard. My voice was eerily calm when I asked, "What’s going on here?"

Martins didn’t even look guilty. If anything, he looked… relieved.

"I'm tired, Mia," he sighed, shaking his head. "Tired of your innocent act. Look at you. I took pity on you and asked you out. Who else would? You’re not even slim, but I still gave you a chance. And after all that, you wouldn’t even give me your virginity."

I went completely still.

For a moment, all I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears.

Then, something shifted inside me.

I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t heartbroken.

I was furious.

"You think you did me a favour?" I asked, my voice quiet but steady.

"Of course, cause you are nothing but a loser," he scoffed. "Since you wouldn’t give yourself to me, I found someone who will."

Then, right in front of me, he kissed her.

I inhaled sharply.

And then I smiled.

A slow, knowing smile.

"You waited all this time, hoping you’d be my first," I said softly. "But you weren’t."

For the first time, his face changed.

I tilted my head, letting my words sink in. "A stranger made sweet love to me. And it was beautiful. It was everything you never could give me."

I turned toward the door, gripping the knob, but paused.

"You," I whispered, "are the real loser, Martins."

Then I stepped out, slamming the door behind me.

Standing in front of his apartment, my chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as hot tears burned down my face.