Seducing The Beastly Alpha

5. Asexual

"Every life is a march from innocence, through temptation, to virtue or vice." - Lyman Abbott

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(Mikayla)

It was official: I am crushing hard on the damn Alpha. There was just no way to sugar coat this situation. This was pure madness. I was pure mad. There was no excuse for this stupidity.

His eyes were intense as he stared at me, and I felt my heart make a weird tumble.

For a while, I had wondered if I was asexual.

I had never liked anyone in my life. I was just too lost in my own, tiny world, filled with books, and stories, and my mother and father, and my best friend, Irene. This world had no place for strangeness or strangers or love. I was pretty comfortable in that life. There was no confusion or confounding emotions there.

Sometimes, it felt like I was running wildly inside a small circle, over and over, but that circle was my safe space, and I was comfortable inside the small circle.

And then my mother came to me and told me she had found her freaking mate.

That was the moment my life had completely changed. My circle became an odd, shapeless mess, and I was frightened out of my safe circle.

And then I met this man, and I didn't know anything anymore. I only knew one thing. My comfortable, safe circle was gone.

I wasn't the kind of girl that randomly thought about kissing or touching a man she shouldn't be even thinking of touching, out of nowhere, especially when the person was going to be their stepbrother.

The tingles shooting inside my body was like an unstoppable force and I wished there was a way to clip these thoughts off. But the dry throat, the dancing heart, and the stomach that felt like it was made of a million thrashing wild dream birds... not helping my bad case of addiction to all things August.

"Who the hell are you? Are you a damn witch?" He didn't sound like he was joking. His voice was absolutely serious as his dark eyes scanned me, as if he wanted to see what the hell was wrong with me. I was startled awake from my own ruminations as I narrowed my eyes at him.

His gray eyes were made of broken nights and dreams.

He kept running his fingers through his midnight black hair, messing it up and I wanted to do the same. I wanted to bury my fingers inside his silky locks.

"I- I am not a witch," I stuttered as my cheeks heated. "Are you- why would you say that?"

I would have loved being a witch. If I was a witch, I could have put a hex on him to make him feel whatever the hell I was feeling. I rubbed my palm against my cheek, which must look like a freshly farmed tomato, as I looked at him, wondering if he could somehow hear my improper, immoral thoughts about him. What would he do?

I licked my lips and his eyes fell to my lips for a second before he looked away from me. I blinked at him, my heart wanting to jump out of my throat and he took a step back away from me. He stared at me, his eyes wildly disturbed. I felt like he was trying to look into the dirty secrets I hid in my soul.

"Of course, you are not. I know that, I am not an i***t," he mumbled to himself. "It is- you are-" He shook his head.

"What? What are you-" I looked at him, bewildered.

"It is nothing. Go and eat your food. I have things to do," he said to me curtly, before he slammed the door to my room closed, leaving me befuddled. I leaned against the door, wondering what the hell was wrong with my body.

I know. This disease is lovesickness. My inner voice said snarkily. I shook my head with a sigh. Of course... there was no future to this childish dream of mine. I took a deep breath and decided to forget about this. Two weeks. Only two weeks and this would be over.

I would be back at my home with my father, fighting about fruits like we always did.

I looked at my plate. There was a twisty bread with a cup of butter and a slice of brined elk. Brined elk was my father's favorite. It was only a day and I already missed my dad. I hoped he would finish his job for his dragon master sooner, and come back home.

I cursed my mother as I ripped a piece of soft bread.

I kept thinking about the weird exchange between the Alpha and me, as I bit into the twisty bun dipped in butter. The tangy taste of fresh butter and the soft creamy inside of the bun mixed with each other filled my senses, as I closed my eyes and moaned. This was heavenly.

Whoever cooked it exactly knew what they were doing.

After I finished the delicious food, I grabbed my backpack, pulled out a book and sat down on the windowsill. I looked down at the vast ground as people went about in their daily routine. They all looked happy to do whatever they were doing. I grunted in irritation.

This was not my routine. This was not my life.

I hated that my life was forcefully disrupted by something that shouldn't have happened. My mother loved my father, until the moon goddess went and poked her nose where it was not really wanted.

I spent the rest of the day in my room. I didn't even go for dinner. I ate the nutrition bars and the apples my dad had packed for me.

But then the next day came and I was bored already. Bored and hungry.

I grunted in anger. I couldn't do what he asked.

I couldn't stay inside the room. I would go mad. I stood up, my eyes gleaming in determination. If I was going to spend two weeks here, I wasn't going to spend it cooped up inside the room, just because the Alpha decided I should. He was not my Alpha, anyway.

I pulled open my door, but my bravery died the instant I opened the door. I was a freaking coward. I peaked through the gap, looking at the closed door opposite to my door. I felt ridiculous, but I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized that I could sneak away without getting caught.

I closed the door and walked downstairs, never stopping or making eye-contact with anyone.

It would be easier this way. The wolves were just too much trouble and I didn't need trouble in my life, not now. I was only here for a while and I could spend it with my head down and my nose away from their business.

"Hi, I have been looking for you yesterday," she said.

I smiled a little when I heard Aleesa's voice and turned towards her.

"The Alpha asked me to stay inside, but I am going mad," I said as we went to the kitchen and she grabbed a wheat bread and handed it to me.

She waved at me and motioned me to go outside. I followed her outside, and she gave me a big smile.

"Do you want a tour of the pack grounds?" she asked as she pulled something from inside the backpack she had. She handed me a folded paper and I opened it and realized she had made a weird map, with markings that said things like, where shirtless, sweaty guys fight, where hot guys take bath... things like that. I flushed and she chuckled a little, clearly amused by my reaction.

"Oh, don't worry, Mikayla, I am not a s*x maniac. But I am turning twenty-one soon, and it is such a hard time to not be a s*x maniac," she gave me a toothy grin and I realized the Aleesa I met yesterday inside the confines of the pack house was so different from this wild one. She looked free. She looked like she was enjoying this, and it made me happy that she felt comfortable enough to be like that with me.

“Twenty-one is when you find your mate, right?”

She nodded.

"I will tell you a secret I have never told anyone," she said. We stopped behind a tree. I looked at her and quirked my brows. "This is the best vantage point to see guys fighting. They are all shirtless, and look- I especially like staring at our beta... he is delicious enough to eat," she whispered.

"Aleesa..." I said, completely mortified.

"Don't worry. I have never gotten caught," she said as she motioned me to peek out of the tree. I did as she told me, and gasped when I realized she was right. They were all built. And they were sweaty.

The sweat wasn't gross, either, like how it was when I went on a jog with my father. No, all of them looked like they were massaged with oils that made them shine. They fought like they were dancing and it was an experience to be cherished. Muscles flexing as swords were thrust forward... I almost wanted to push my head inside a bowl of water or something.

I was definitely not Asexual. Maybe the tainted guys I had met were too tame when compared to the testosterone-filled men fighting.

"What are you girls doing here? Looking at something that you shouldn't be looking at?"

I jumped back and hit my head against his chin.

"It is you, the tainted." He was the same one I had met yesterday morning. The beta."Aleesa, you are spoiling her, too?" He looked at Aleesa, his eyes narrowed and Aleesa was staring at his chest, a dazed look in her eyes.

Damn, the girl was hot for him.

"Beta Caleb," Aleesa mumbled, looking suddenly shy. I realized she was basically like that whenever the wolves were around her. But this time, her cheeks were also flushed. I watched her curiously, as she stuttered, "I am not-I don't spoil-I mean- not-"

She was a goner.

"Oh, Aleesa, I know everything you do." Beta Caleb looked at her with a weird look in his eyes before he motioned us to go outside. We both shook our heads in sync, and he gave us a look.

My eyes were guilty and ashamed as I came out of the tree, followed by Aleesa. Embarrassment colored my cheeks at being caught red-handed.

The clangs of the swords and the whoosh of the daggers stopped.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" It was the other guy. One who called me tainted. Elliott.

"She is off-limits," Caleb said with a smirk.

The tall guy shrugged, his face a facade of coolness, and gave me a teasing wink. I gasped as he grabbed my hand in his wide, warm palm and pressed a kiss on the back of my hand.

It was a wonder that I was still standing.

"Hello, I am Elliott. We met the other day, rather shortly. I am a warrior, just like my father. I am a hundred..." he posed in front of me, looking comfortable with what he was doing. I had to give him that... the guy was arrogant, but it suited him. "And it would be my absolute pleasure if you would like to go on a date with me."

HUH?!

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