Mated to a Wild Alpha

Chapter 3. The Defining Night

Gabriella's POV

The walls of my chamber reflected back the hollow sound of my own breathing, making the silence feel oppressive. Still wearing the white dress that was supposed to represent the start of a new life, a life that seemed as far away as the stars outside my window, I sat on the edge of the bed. As I read Seven's message again, my previously sure and steady hands began to shake. The statements served as a sharp reminder that I was alone in this new reality.

The Alpha family fulfilled their obligation, and their payment was a meagre consolation for the humiliation we had endured in public. Ever stoic, my parents reassured me that we would get better and that our honour would not be compromised. But despite their comments, the sympathy in their eyes belied them.

The weight of a title I will never fully wield, the silence, and my idle hands were too much for me to handle. So, in a world gone insane, I did the only thing that made sense: I offered to take the night watch in place of a subordinate who had graciously accepted the relief.

At night, the palace grounds took on an entirely new dimension, with shadows deceiving the viewer's gaze and the typical daytime activity diminished to the sound of rustling leaves in the breeze. I silently strolled around the perimeter, keeping my senses keen for any indication of difficulty from my light earthly footsteps.

The situation had low lighting, but I could still make out the guard's face as he ran in my direction. He pulled me to him, but I held onto him and soothed him. He kissed me, his lips sultry and soft as they touched. He held my waist by swinging his arm over it. He kept pressing his lips against mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. His lips tasted delicious, like if he had just eaten a fresh apple and drank a lot of cool water. We were kissing hard, and the others who seemed to be chasing this unknown man sighed as they carried on chasing after us. We were engrossed in our own selves in the blink of an eye. "I am dreaming," I remark, my face dreamy.

He answers in a low horse voice, "Who knows."

He leaned in to grab my soft, plump buttocks with additional firmness. With every cool kiss he landed on my cheek, he softly removed my worries and fears. And his warm, comforting strokes on my thighs and ass.

"Am I able to?" Gently asking, he bit his lip impishly.

"Ohh, are," I mutter inaudibly.

"Please take the lead," I kindly ask. both drenched and aroused. My n*****s had developed into their own being. building and yearning for a flavour. a mouthful. A smooth, succulent kiss.

His warm palm licked and clasped my breasts. I can not get enough of him. Now that I was totally disoriented, my legs and head were both pounding. My s****l desires and yearning had broken me. I wanted to get down on my knees, put my lips to his c**k, and suck his soul till he came up to my breasts.

He muttered, "Please do," as if he could read my thoughts right away. Under the thick air and gloomy clouds, in the warm corner of the palace. We had s*x. We rolled to the edge once our fluids and lust had been satisfied. rubbing each other's noses together.

I gave him a little smile, the first since the nuptials that weren't. "I had to get my thoughts straight," I answered. "The darkness has a way of providing context."

He nodded, but I could still see the unanswered questions in his gaze. He murmured, "The guards... they are coming."

I stopped and gave him my whole attention. "Permit them to enter," I chuckled.

After giving it some thought, he nodded once more, his eyes full of newfound admiration. "You are stronger than I anticipated," he remarked, maintaining his passionate smile. Our physiological fluids clotted and dried on our skin and the floor. We were unaware of that. He had a very pleasant scent. I muttered to myself, "There is no way a regular nobody would wear a deodorant that pricey." I bowed down to give the stranger a final kiss.

We both decided to head out before anyone noticed us and got up. What piqued my curiosity the most was his reticent demeanour and lack of curiosity for my well-being. to whom he had just made love. He just F*cked up.

I gave a dry laugh. "Are you aware of what we just did?" With wit, he enquired.

"Life should sometimes just be worth living, not living rigidly." He said.

Yes, I replied.

"At times, it is about clinging to your identity while everyone else expects you to fall apart."

Together, we carried on with our patrol, our silence now cosy and friendly. As the night went on, the rhythm and the ease of the task at hand gave me comfort. It served as a salve for the disarray in my mind and a diversion from the pain in my chest.

I realised that the night had provided me with more than simply a break from the light, as dawn began to paint the sky in hues of pink and gold. It had shown me a way forward, where I could recast who I was as a member of the pack and become more than simply a betrayed bride.

As the night's watch came to a close, I made my way back to my quarters just as the first rays of sunlight appeared over the horizon. As a symbolic act of letting go of the past and everything Seven, I discarded the white dress, leaving it in a crumpled mess on the ground. I was drowsy, puzzled, aroused, and buried in my own thoughts. Despite being tired, all I wanted to do was keep returning to the scenario in my mind until the surreal realm of slumber took my mind.

"Pop! Pop!" I was startled back to consciousness by a loud banging on the door of my quarters."