The Alpha Who Hates Me

CHAPTER 1

My lips parted while my back arched off on the bed. I gripped the sheets tightly as the sensation began to build.

A gasp escaped my lips as I felt his tongue lick a sensitive spot between my thighs just a few inches from where I was wet and throbbing.

“Please.” I begged, even though I didn’t even have the slightest idea what I was begging for.

I heard him chuckle. He looked up at me with those captivating dark brown orbs. “Please what?”

“I need it.”

“What do you need?” His fingers touched me almost everywhere except where I needed him. “Tell me.”

“I need–“

I cried out his name as I felt him enter a finger in me. The feeling was foreign. I was so slick I could hear the lewd noises as he f*cked me with his fingers. I was gasping for air when he added a second finger. I felt so stretched and full already.

I grabbed a handful of his dark brown hair and I still tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

He didn’t let me up as he placed his thumb on my cl*t and began to move it there in a circular motion.

I thought I could just die right then and there.

It’s too much for me.

I bit my lip so hard it was starting to draw blood.

I could feel the pressure building up inside of me and I thought I was about to go insane. I was thrashing on the bed and screaming his name like some kind of chant or prayer.

And then all of a sudden, everything stopped and I was enveloped in darkness.

I looked around and didn’t find Kaleb anywhere.

I was left naked in my bed. I got up and pulled the covers on my body.

I tried to call him but I couldn’t seem to find my own voice.

Darkness began to fill my room and then I heard a low growl from somewhere.

My eyes snapped open. I immediately looked around, still in a sleepy state, while trying to adjust my sight in the darkness of my room. I reached for the lamp on my bedside table and turned it on, only to realize that it was just another dream because Kaleb was not there in bed with me.

I was sweating so much and my throat felt dry.

I was parched and still reeling from the dream I just had about Kaleb.

Leaving my bed with a sigh, I made my way down to the kitchen to fetch myself a glass of water but I heard noises coming from Kaleb’s room.

I found the door slightly ajar, so I tried to check what was happening inside.

“Oh my god, yes! Right there, right there! F*ck, yes!” The woman was not very timid with her words as she screamed shamelessly. She obviously didn’t give a single damn if everyone in the mansion heard her.

She was writhing under him, her sweat-kissed skin flushing red and she looked as if she'd been running a mile by the way she panted.

I continued to peek through the small slit of the door. I could hardly see his face from my view but I could hear him grunting as he pounded into her. I was not an innocent five-year-old kid anymore. I knew exactly what they were doing.

Hell, I just woke up from a dream of him touching me and doing things to my body.

She's the third girl he's brought home this week. For the past years, he's been constantly leaving every night to meet a random girl to get himself off.

How did I know? Let’s just say I have connections.

But then, after my confession, he would bring a different girl almost every night. I was not naïve not to know that he’s deliberately doing that to maybe make me realize that it’s impossible between the two of us.

I have loved Kaleb since I learned what love is. Maybe I have always been infatuated with him since I was a young girl, but when I turned sixteen, I knew I loved him more than anyone in this world.

But he would always turn me down, telling me that what I felt for him was not love, but just mere affection, because he had been looking after me all of my life along with Narcia.

Or maybe because I felt that this mythical bond we have between us was someone luring me into believing that I was in love with him.

Everyone in the pack, especially Kaleb and Narcia, have been taking care of me since I was a baby. And that’s despite the fact that I am different from them.

I was eight years old when I learned that they’re not like any of my kind.

A shifter will stop growing old when they reach the age of twenty. Kaleb is already 200 years old but still has the face and build of a young, good-looking man.

Their physical features stay young despite the fact that they are aging in numbers. They’re human in appearance, but they can shift into a werewolf form at certain times.

Although I haven’t seen them transformed into something like that even before.

Narcia, on the other hand, is Kaleb’s cousin. At a shifter’s age, she’s already 150 years old.

She’s technically a mother and an older sister to me who helped me understand more about life and other important things.

She’s the one who explained the reason why I was living with them and it had something to do with the fact that I have this mythical bond with Kaleb. They said a mythical bond between a human and a shifter can only happen once in a thousand years.

They said a mythical bond was something more special than a typical bond between two shifters who are mated.

Up to now, I couldn't understand what the mystery behind the bond between them was. But I am grateful to Kaleb and Narcia and the rest of the pack. They have been taking care of me since I lost my parents.

Narcia said they had the same fate, just like the others. A pack of werewolves attacked my family and killed them all, while I survived because I was saved by Kaleb. Since I was still almost a newborn baby back then, I couldn't remember anything from that horrible incident.

But even though I lost my real family, Kaleb and Narcia made me feel like I was still part of a family with them beside me.

When I returned my attention to the intimate and heated scene inside his room, the woman was already on her knees and bobbing her head back and forth between his thighs.

I gulped. I suddenly felt uneasy as my heart began pounding roughly against my chest. I placed a hand over my chest in an attempt to calm myself, but the more I watched, the more something felt wrong inside me.

I knew in the very first place that doing this wasn't right, but I just needed to know what it was with other girls that he couldn’t see in me. Or what I was lacking.

I've told him what I feel for him. In fact, I have confessed my feelings to him too many times. I'd already lost count, but all those times, he would also dump me.

“F*ck!” I heard him grunt and I could tell his body tensed as the woman kept stroking him.

My eyes widened when he looked straight in my direction. The hairs on the back of my neck rose up and I almost forgot how to breathe.

My heart thudded against my chest.

I could tell he knew I was watching them. He caressed the woman’s hair without breaking his eye contact with me. For some reason, I became glued to my spot. I just couldn’t move an inch.

He held the woman’s arms to help her up, then kissed her lips even with his eyes still on me.

I was finally able to break eye contact with him and quickly straightened myself up and ran to my bedroom, totally forgetting the reason why I got out of my bedroom in the first place.

I closed the door behind me and threw myself on the bed, bouncing a bit as I tried to catch my breath. The scene I witnessed earlier and the dream I had made me feel things.

I was jealous and turned on at the same time.

I closed my eyes and let my mind recall the dream I had about Kaleb.

His tall frame, covering me on the bed while I lay beneath him. His hot breath, burning a trail of heat on my skin.

A ragged breath left my lips as I let my hands wander all over my body. One hand cupping my breast while the other moved to where I was throbbing and aching.

I gasped as I felt the wetness under my fingertips. I bite down on my bottom lip to suppress a moan.

My fingers moved slowly at first, then faster and faster until I was almost out of breath.

My legs pressed together and my body shook as I started coming.

“Kaleb.” His name came out of my lips in a whisper.

As I came down from the high of my orgasm, the realization that I only had myself while Kaleb was still with another girl in his room broke my heart again.

I closed my eyes with tears rolling down the side of my face.

And once again that night, just like almost every night, I cried myself to sleep thinking of the man I was said to be bonded with but he could never see me the way he did with all those girls.