Alpha Mendoza

Chapter 2

Alexander:

“f**k…” I groaned pulling out of her before thrusting back with a force that made the two of us hit our climaxes at the same time.

She whimpered, wrapping her arms around me, scratching my back, as I fought the urge to mark her here and now as I wrapped my own arms around her, pulling her closer to me.

“Alexander…” she moaned my name, music to my ears. I smirked against her skin, kissing her neck, leaving a love bite for anyone to see as I rode the two of us off before pulling out of her.

She whimpered at the loss of touch, and I chuckled before wrapping my arm around her. She looked at me as she ran her finger over my chest, her eyes momentarily meeting mine. “You’re so beautiful… has anyone ever told you that?”

“And you are still drunk.” I teased. What she didn’t know, was that she was more beautiful.

“So are you.”

“That, I am.” I said, pulling her on top of me over my now hardening c**k. She bit her bottom lip before leaning in, and wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her closer as I slid inside her, filling her almost instantly. “And we are going to have a long night…”

The light hit my face before I even opened my eyes, reminding me of the time of day, and reminding me of the f*****g need of curtains.

“Wrong time to leave the curtains open when I am stuck with a hangover…” I muttered as I ran my fingers through my hair.

The first thing I registered was warmth.

The second was the scent, soft, sweet, wild. Not perfume. Her.

And then the cold realization that the warmth was missing.

My eyes opened slowly.

The bed was empty.

The sheets were cooling.

And the mark of her body on the pillow was already fading.

A low, humorless laugh escaped me as I ran a hand through my hair.

“Of course she ran. I wouldn’t have expected her to stay anyway.”

Alessia Reyes.

The Red Moon Pack’s precious Luna-in-training.

The woman who had spent every Alpha Summit looking at me like I was the plague, only to climb into my bed after two glasses of winter wine and a little party that she couldn’t wait to escape.

I stretched, the memory of last night slipping through me like a spark, her sharp mouth, her sharper tongue, the way she’d glared at me even as she whispered my name against my neck.

I’d thought she’d claw my face off.

Instead, she’d…

I exhaled slowly.

“Damn troublemaker,” I murmured to myself. “Shame…”

My wolf hummed with triumph. She liked us. And mind you, she enjoyed our presence more than you would want to admit.

“She was drunk.”

Drunk doesn’t explain the way she said your name. You had your own fair share of drinks and you seemed to enjoy her.

I ignored him.

My gaze shifted to the nightstand, and the small folded paper sitting right beside my phone.

I frowned, reaching for it.

Two handwritten words stared back at me.

I’m sorry.

A huff of amusement slipped from my chest before I could stop it.

“Apologizing for what? Running off? Being loud? Stealing the blankets? Or for not even having the courtesy to actually apologize to my face.”

For enjoying it, my wolf answered lazily. And for letting any passerby know that she was enjoying it.

I shouldn’t have smiled, but I did.

Alessia always hid behind rules and responsibility. The perfect Luna for the Alpha, the girl whose been crafted to obey rather than to lead. Of course she’d panic after spending the night with her sworn enemy.

That was fine.

I could tease her about it later.

I reached for my phone, already imagining her flustered reaction when I texted her. She wouldn’t even remember that she gave me her number. Hell, I doubted that she would remember that she was moaning my name, riding me like there was no tomorrow, and still looking for a third round until she passed out.

Me: Are you always this dramatic after sleeping with someone, or is it just with me?

I waited.

Three seconds.

Ten.

Twenty.

I typed again.

Me: Relax. I’m not asking for your hand in marriage. Just checking if you made it home alive.

Still nothing.

A sliver of irritation curled up my spine.

“She’s probably embarrassed,” I muttered. “Or pretending last night didn’t happen. Typical. I shouldn’t have expected anything else.”

Text her again, my wolf urged. She’s ours… you felt it just as much as she did.

“She’s not ours.”

My voice sharpened. “Had she been, she wouldn’t have left.”

But I texted anyway.

Me: Alessia?

Delivered.

No read receipt.

My jaw tightened.

I checked the thread again.

Something was off.

I tried calling.

One ring.

Two.

Cut.

Then the screen flashed:

User has blocked you.

My entire body went still.

Blocked?

Blocked.

Me.

A slow, cold anger spread through my veins, sharper than any blade.

“She blocked me?” I whispered, incredulous. “She actually blocked me? She, a beta’s daughter, blocked me?”

My wolf snarled. She wouldn’t… unless something’s wrong.

I stood abruptly, the bedsheet falling from my waist, but I barely noticed. A storm brewed behind my eyes.

Every trace of last night’s warmth evaporated.

So that was how she wanted to play it.

No explanation.

No message.

Just disappearing and cutting me off like I meant nothing.

My fingers curled into a fist.

“Alessia Reyes,” I murmured, my voice dropping to a dangerous edge, “you’re going to regret that.”

The funny thing?

I didn’t even know why I was this angry.

But I was.

And that meant trouble, for both of us.

I grabbed my clothes, already planning my day.

First task: pretend I didn’t care.

Second task: find her anyway.

Because no matter how far she ran, or how fast…

Her scent was burned into my memory now.

And I never lose what I claim.