THE ALPHA'S REJECTED SON

ONE NIGHT STAND

When a hip-hop song started blaring, I couldn’t help but throw my hips from side to side. Popping my butt back and forth with my arms raised. I didn’t know where I was, but I was having a great time. It was like I was a dance machine. All the dance moves I had spent a long time practicing came into use. I felt two strong hands on my hips. I quickly spun around and noticed it was Luke behind me, biting his bottom lip.

What the f**k? Why is this old man trying to dance with me while he is touching me in sensitive areas of my body? He pulled my back and positioned my back against him. I was trying to get his hands off of me, but he was too strong for me.

The beat of the song was heavy and loud enough to race through me. I could feel his bulge through the layers of clothing. I didn’t want to dance with him anymore.

"Let me go!" I yelled, trying to get his hands off my waist, but he kissed me on the back of my hand.

"Let go of me, you pervert." I yelled and stepped on his feet. He let go of me. I turned around and tried to slap him, but he caught my hand in the air.

"Don’t you dare try to hit me, little girl. I will make you a woman." He said in a bass voice and let go of my hand with great force. I was about to run away when someone caught me and lifted me in his strong arms. I found myself on his shoulder, with his hand wrapped around my waist. Right in front of me was Luke. If he is here, then who is carrying me? I thought.

"Good one, boy. Take her to my room." Luke said. I tried to speak, but no word came out of my mouth, and I was being taken away from the dance floor. Where the hell is my dad? Everywhere was revolving. I didn’t know where I was.

"Arrgh!" I groaned in pain as I landed on a soft bed in an unfamiliar room. The lights from the chandelier were shining in my eyes. I couldn’t help it. It was blinding. I heard the sound of the door behind me being shut. I was the only one in the room. The noise from the club seemed to have melted away.

"Hey! Where am I? Get me out of here!" I said and sat up on the bed. The room was empty, but it was my chance to get out of here. I tried to get out of bed, but I was dizzy from the alcohol, so I fell back onto the bed, groaning in pain and clutching my knee. I closed my eyes to sleep. Suddenly, I heard the sound of the door being opened, and someone fell on top of me.

"Ahhh!" I roared at the top of my lungs as I crawled to the other side of the huge master-sized bed.

"Shh, keep your voice down, woman." He said, covering my mouth with his hand. My eyes widened as our eyes met, his eyes darkened as I realized it was Logan. What was he doing in there? He also looked drunk. I removed his hand from my mouth and tried to run away from the bed, but he pulled me back and I fell helplessly onto the bed. He lay across me on the bed, looking into my eyes. His blue eyes sparkled. He held my hands above my head.

“Mate…” he muttered, groaning in pain as he clutched his head, his lips were trembling as if he was fighting with his wolf, my heart was pounding in my chest. Why was he calling me his mate?

His fingers were digging into my skin. It was hurting. I was trying to break free, but he didn’t want to let me go, I was feeling attracted to him for some strange reason and my body was acting up. I didn’t want him to let go of me.

“W…what did you say?” I asked.

“Mate.” He said in a beastly voice and shook his face, letting out his bad breath on my face.

“Just forget I ever said that, you are not my mate,” he muttered. I felt disappointed inside, like I wanted to be his mate for real, my body was getting tensed up. I was lost. I found myself thinking of our future together. I couldn’t tell if he was lying, but I found myself falling for him in ways I had never felt before.

"Let me see the face you are hiding." He muttered, his breath reeked of alcohol. He was trying to take off the mask. I started shaking my face continuously so he wouldn’t take it off. He was peering into my eyes like he was searching for someone, it was like he was looking into my soul.

"Stay still, little bird." He muttered, with veins throbbing in his neck. I could feel the warmth of his skin. My body was reacting to his touch. I stood still and allowed him to remove the mask. He took off the mask and tossed it on the floor. His jaw dropped at the sight.

“Wow…you are…” He muttered, I could feel his chest tightening. A slow tingle ran across my backbone.

"You are so beautiful, why are you hiding your beautiful face away from everyone?" he questioned and lifted my dress. I opened my mouth to answer his question, but he wasn’t waiting for my answer.

He placed his huge hand on the inside of my thin, pale thigh. I could feel his large, soft hand gripping the flesh of my thigh underneath my dress, touching my panties.

What was he doing? As much as I wanted to push him away, I couldn't. I was attracted to him, and I wanted him to touch me so badly. He let go of my thigh and leaned his face toward mine and started slowly kissing me. He put his hand behind my head, and I found myself sucking on his bottom lip. I felt a thousand butterflies in my stomach. He had stolen my first kiss. It was fire as we kissed with just a single kiss. I felt like we belonged together, and we should be like this forever.

His tongue slipped into my mouth, and our tongues started dancing together. I could hear soft moans escaping from his mouth. He started kissing me roughly as my breasts squeezed up against his chest. He lifted my dress higher and higher, and my panties became visible. Still kissing me, I was lost in his world. I couldn’t think right anymore. I didn’t know where I was. My hand moved down on its own accord and I squeezed his erect bulge. He let out a deep groan.

We were both lost in a long drunken kiss. I wrapped my legs around his thick body, wrapped my hand around his neck, and fully embraced the sweet kiss. He broke the kiss and started pulling up my dress. I lifted my hand, allowing him to take off my dress. He tossed it on the floor. My face reddened as I found out I was naked.

He was staring at my red bra and my lacy panties. He took off his shirt, revealing his hot chest. He was too fast. I didn’t have time to process what he was doing as he took off his boxers, revealing his huge white shaft. I couldn’t handle the sight of his p***s. He started trailing soft kisses on my body from my stomach to my mouth and locked lips with me one more time. The taste of tequila was on his tongue.

He pressed my right breast hard and broke the kiss and gave me a light kiss on the lips before taking my brown-colored n****e in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

"Mmm..." I moaned. My brain had been shut down. I was having intense pleasure as he sucked and licked my body, giving me small kisses that took away my senses.

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The ache in my skull ebbed and flowed like a cold tide as I looked around my surroundings. My head was pounding. Why did I have to drink so much? An electric current flew through my spine. I couldn't recognize where I was. I was in a room. My eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room.

The last thing I remember was that I had attended a mate meeting with my father. I was ditched by my father, who went away with other alphas.

I had just turned eighteen a few months ago, but I was wolf-less. No one knew about this, not even my father. I had been trying my best to hide it from him, even when I was supposed to transform along with my aged mates at a party my father had thrown for werewolves who were shifting for the first time, I had to beg Ella to pretend to be me.

I don't remember coming to this room. I groaned and wiped the sweat off my face. The alcohol was still burning in my system. I moved and felt a hot breath at the back of my neck. It was giving me a tingling feeling all over my body. I jerked my head to find Logan Knight sleeping beside me. The memory of last night came back to me. I was having fun with him. What was wrong with me?

"f**k! What have I done!" I muttered. I felt so miserable inside. What would my father think of me if he found out I had s*x with Logan, and why the hell did he have to leave me alone last night?

"s**t! s**t! s**t! This can’t be happening. What can I do to get out of this mess?" I clutched my hair, closing my eyes, as I saw myself moaning in pleasure under him. What was wrong with me? Why didn’t I push him away and run out of the room? Why had I let him take advantage of me? I looked around the room for my mask and found it on the floor, but it had been destroyed, almost as if he had stepped on it. I had just lost my virginity to Logan. My father is going to kill me when he finds out. I noticed a star tattoo on the side of his neck. It looked beautiful. I couldn’t stop seeing his charming blue eyes in my head, like he had done something to me.

"I am going to kill you, monster!!" He yelled. Fear gripped me as I stared at him in fear. He flashed me his blue eyes that were sucking me in and made sleeping noises before closing his eyes again. He was sleep-talking. Gosh! What should I do? I can’t let him see me. This shouldn’t have happened, it was all a mistake. Luke caused all this. I am not going to spare him for doing this to me and I must get my revenge on him for killing my mother. My father and I had hated him for decades now and my father always talked about taking over his pack when we were alone and how he wanted me to take revenge on Logan too.

Now is my chance to kill him. I can finally be free from him now. I jumped down from the bed and stared at the knife in the fruit basket. If I murder him and ran away with the knife, no one would know I murdered him, and I would be able to keep my honor that this night ever happened. I reached for the knife and grasped it, turning to look at him. I moved closer to the bed and positioned my hand on his stomach. I took a deep breath.

"I have to do this. Here goes nothing." I tried to stab him, but he moved to the other side of the bed almost immediately, and the knife got into the bed.

"Ughhh!" I groaned in fury and held the knife, trying to pull it out of the bed when the door burst open. I fell to the ground almost immediately and hit my face on the floor. I crawled under the bed, catching my breath as I stayed there. I saw the sneakers of the person walking into the room.

"Sheesh! This place stinks," I heard Jake’s voice, and as he got closer to the bed, I closed my eyes, hoping he wouldn’t see me.

"Alpha, wake up. What’s all this? You have started having s*x at the mate party again." He said, waking up his alpha, who was still snoring. I was just praying they got out of the room as soon as possible and didn’t try to look for me.

"What’s this?" Jake said. I guess he had seen the knife.

"Logan, wake up. How long are you going to sleep for?" he said. I heard a groaning sound.

"Jake, where am I?" Logan asked,"... and where is that chick I was having..." Jake cut in.

"You can’t be serious right now, man. You are looking for a chick when you have an important meeting to attend," Jake said.

"Let’s get out of here." Logan told him, and I saw his legs on the floor. He squatted and picked up his pants from the floor, pulling them up to his feet.

"I saw a knife on your bed. What have you been doing with a knife? Don’t tell me you tried to hurt the chick with a knife because you were doing BDSM." Jake remarked.

"Come on, I don’t do b**m these days." Logan replied and picked up his clothes from the floor without looking under the bed. I was holding my breath because I didn’t want to get caught. They both talked for a while, then exited the room, shutting the door. I heaved a sigh. My heart was still pounding in my chest like they were still in the room. I winced in pain as I forced my way out of bed. I got up on my feet, my knees were hurting, and my whole back was sore. It was like I had been under there for ages.