The Alpha of my dreams

CHAPTER 3: THE PRINCE OF LUNAR REALM

Savannah's POV

(*Flash back from two months ago*)

I walked towards my boyfriend George's apartment with a smile. He was behaving strangely for the last two weeks and I thought that he was too stressed by his latest assignment. We hadn't been spending much time together lately and a surprise visit might cheer him up. I even brought his favorite pepperoni pizza for dinner, hoping it would help him relax a bit. 

I was about to ring the bell when I found the door ajar. I rolled my eyes at his carelessness before opening the door and entering. I looked around the living room and bit my lip. I was expecting him to be lazing around in front of the T.V at this hour and when he wasn't, I was confused. Maybe he was in the kitchen?

I kept the pizza on the table before strolling towards the kitchen. But when I saw that he wasn't there too, I frowned. Where would he go leaving the door open like this? This guy seriously needed to be more careful. I was about to go back to the living room and wait when I stumbled on something on the floor. 

I looked down at the floor to find the offending object and frowned when I saw that it was a high heeled shoe, one that definitely didn't belong to me. Warning bells started ringing in my head and I slowly walked towards his room, a foreboding feeling filling my mind. For both our sakes, I hoped my instincts were wrong but I had a feeling it wasn't. 

My heart sank when I found a red blouse thrown haphazardly in front of his room and I knew what was going on. I gulped and blinked down tears from my eyes. We were dating for three damn years. How could he do this when I trusted him and he knew that trust was a thing that I never gave easily to anyone. How could he?

Just then, I heard the sounds coming from his room and halted in my tracks. The moans coming out of the room belonged better in an adult movie. I had half a mind to turn and run away, never to see his face again, but my pride was not allowing me to do that. I wanted to confront him and demand answers from him. How could he do this to me?! 

As I stood there hearing their wanton moans, I started getting pissed off. How dare he do this behind my back? How long had he been cheating on me? I will show him what happens to those who mess with me!

Suddenly, I wanted to know who he was cheating on me with. I just had to know…

I marched towards the door with determination and just as I expected; they were too lost in their desire to lock the door of the bedroom too. I pulled it open angrily and watched as it hit the wall with a bang. Good!

George, who was pounding into a curvy woman from behind, paused in surprise before turning towards me. His face turned pale, and his brown eyes widened in alarm before he pulled out of her. But he made no move to cover himself as he stood looking at me with wide eyes.

“Savannah, babe, what are you doing here?”

Really?!

“It isn’t what it looks like. I can explain!”

Seriously?!

I crossed my arms and raised my brows at him.

“Okay.”

He frowned at me in confusion. 

“You told me you can explain. Care to tell me what exactly were you doing if it is not what it looks like?”

“I- Huh…” he stammered, not actually expecting me to give him a chance to explain. 

“Well?” I questioned. 

The woman in the bed turned around and stood up before walking or more like gliding over to him seductively. She appeared comfortable in her own skin and made no move to cover herself before standing next to George, even when she knew that I was his girlfriend. How rude!

Then I looked at her face and even without the ugly glass or the modest suits she wears, I recognized her. She was Tracy, George’s assistant. 

“You cheated on me with her?” I asked, in distaste.

I mean, I was not a beauty queen with my brown hair and grey eyes, but I was definitely way better than average and this woman had looks that could only be called as average by any standards. I may be wrong, but I was under the belief that when someone cheats on their partner, they do it with someone better looking than them. 

“What? You calling me ugly? I may not be as good looking as you, but I am not a frigid b***h like you. At least I know how to please a man better than you,” she sneered.

“You! Who are you calling b***h, you man stealing tramp! You think you are better than me just because I don’t put out like you?”

“Savannah! Apologise to Tracy!” George boomed indignantly. 

“What? You cheated on me, and you want me to apologize? Are you crazy?”

“You know how I have been stressed out at work, and have you tried to help me relax? We were dating for three damn years and you still hold on to your precious virginity! I have needs and Tracy was the one who helped me relieve my stress, not you!”

“How does it justify you cheating on me?! You are telling me I didn’t help to relieve your stressed when even now I came here to surprise you with your favorite pizza and cheer you up. And look who got the surprise of her life?” I glared at him. “If there is love, the physical needs won’t matter and you won’t find the need to go at it with another woman. And don’t turn the blame on me. If I want to wait until I feel it is right to sleep with you, there is nothing wrong with it. And if you didn’t want to wait, you should have told me and broke up with me before getting freaky with her!” I fumed.

“Love?” he scoffed. “As if you love me! What is done is done. You know I am the only one who will put up with your s**t. So just forget what happened and we can go on like usual. If you are ready to be mine in every sense, I will stop seeing her or else, you can wait for the perfect moment while I carry on like this with Tracy and all of us would be happy.”

I saw red at his audacity. He wanted me to turn a blind eye to his affair and continue being his girlfriend?!

I looked at his dull brown eyes and receding hairline and wondered what I ever saw in him when he didn’t even have a nice personality to go with his boring looks. Or was I seeing him as ugly because of what he did to me? 

I looked around and spotted the jug of water on the table. I marched over to it and took it before dumping it on George’s stupid head.

“Ah! You crazy b***h!” he snarled. 

“Do whatever you want to with anyone you like and get STDs for all I care. You deserve someone like her, anyway!” 

Then I pointed down at his body.

“And I didn’t miss anything by refusing to sleep with you. Look at that itty bitty thing!”

“You!”

“Go to hell, you asshole!” I snarled before running out of his room.

As I walked away from the apartment, my rage vanished to be replaced by sadness. Tears fell down my eyes and I wiped them off, telling myself that the cheating asshole wasn't worth it. He was right when he said that I didn't love him. I didn't even know if I was capable of loving him. But he had been familiar and I had thought of him as a safe bet. I had trusted him and he broke it. That was what hurt me more than anything else. Not losing him…

I sighed and looked up to see that I had walked into an unfamiliar street while lost in my thoughts. I was about to walk back when my eyes fell on a bookstore and I felt the sudden urge to check it out. It was as if something was calling to me. Strange!

Hesitantly I walked over to it and opened the door before peeking inside.

"Come in!" Someone called out.

Slowly, I walked in and saw a middle aged woman standing there with a smile. I wondered what I was doing here and was about to turn back when my eyes fell on a book on the shelf. I felt as if every fibre of my being was being pulled towards the book. I walked over to it in a trance and looked at it. It had a hard golden spine and looked ancient. Why was I feeling as if it belonged to me?

I raised my hand and slowly touched the book. I felt a spark run down my hand the moment I touched it and the book glowed for a moment. That must be imagination, right? The incident with George must be messing with my head.

"You want it? There is only one copy of that," the lady said, snapping me out of my trance.

I was about to shake my head no when the sudden impulse to buy it hit me. A voice in my mind shouted that everything would be fine if I get it. I couldn't ignore the urge anymore and nodded at the woman mechanically.

"Great! I would bill it for you."

I stood there in a daze as she brought the bill. I didn't even bother to check the title or genre before paying for it and walking out of the store. Crazy. I was definitely going crazy!

I walked into my apartment and fell on my bed. Tired. I was oh so tired...

I wanted to drift off to sleep but my eyes fell on the book that I still held. Usually women drunk away their sadness from a break up with alcohol or Ben and Jerry ice cream. But I didn't plan to do either of those. I was going to read and immerse myself in the imaginary world in the book instead. I needed an escape from reality...

I took the book and saw the title, 'The Prince of Lunar realm'. Interesting! And it was a werewolf book. Just what I needed.

My eyes locked on to the green-eyed dark haired handsome prince in the cover. Wow! This is what they call the face of a God, right?

Then I started reading and before I knew it, hours passed and I fell asleep clutching the book. And then, I woke up to see the prince in the book standing there looking hundred times better than in the picture. Wow, what a dream...