Caught Between Two Alpha’s

2: First Everything

That feeling you get when you meet someone new is undeniably nice, but the feeling that follows—when you get to know them and their flaws—is just outrageous. I felt that way after I met him and then understood who he really was.

I wouldn’t go so far as to say that meeting him was my biggest mistake, but if I could turn back time to the day I met him, I would have gladly skipped attending the event.

"Catherine dear," my mother said as she walked me to a strikingly muscular man whose attractiveness was hard to ignore. His eyes sparkled with an air of pride and confidence that was almost intoxicating. "This is Alpha Dylan," she introduced

I couldn’t speak so I smiled at him and he didn’t the same as he took my hand and left a soft peck on it, making my heart flutter. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Catherine."

"You too Alpha Dylan… that’s such an adorable name," I said, attempting to keep the mood light.

He scoffed lightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "I don’t know about that, but don’t make the mistake of thinking I’m adorable."

He warned me right from the start, but I didn’t heed the warning. It was as if I saw the signs but chose to ignore them because I was captivated by his charm and the way he carried himself, believing that beneath that tough exterior was a heart of gold. However, as time went on, the mask began to slip. The sweet words turned into condescending comments, and his confidence shifted into arrogance.

I smiled at him, a hint of curiosity in my eyes, and asked, "What do you mean?"

He brushed off my question, his gaze drifting toward the dance floor as if it held all the answers. "Would you like to dance?" he asked, his tone casual yet inviting.

"Umm… I’m not really sure," I replied, feeling a flutter of uncertainty in my stomach.

"Well, I wasn’t asking; I was just being polite," he said with a teasing grin, reaching for my hand and gently pulling me toward the dance floor. As he took my hand, his warm grip sent a shiver down my spine, and he placed his other hand around my waist, drawing me closer. We began to sway to the music, our movements falling into perfect harmony as if we were the only two people in the room.

"By the way, Dylan… can I call you Dylan?" I asked, wanting to establish some familiarity.

He smirked, a playful glint in his eyes, and replied, "You can call me whatever you want, princess."

I couldn't help but chuckle at that. "I’m a Luna, not a princess, but you should call me Catherine," I said, asserting my identity with a lighthearted tone.

"I prefer the nickname princess; it’s way better," he shot back, his smile widening

I couldn’t help but smile as I twirled around with him. The classic music set the perfect tone as we danced in sync, feeling the rhythm in our steps. Dylan had a nice way of talking, but I didn’t know that it was chameleon talk, changing over time.

"I would like to get to know you, Dylan," I said feeling his hand steady on my waist as we fell back into our dance position.

He scoffed, "Is that how you do when you meet Alphas? You try to get to know each of them, or am I just special?" He asked, gazing deeply into my face.

"You are," I said, lost in his radiant blue eyes.

As we continued to dance, I got to know a lot about him, well he told me a lot about him and I thought he was just the way he said he was but sadly he wasn’t, he was just something else.

His charm was intoxicating, but there was an underlying tension that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. The way he held me felt possessive, and I wondered if I was stepping into a world I didn’t fully understand. Yet, the music swirled around us, and for a moment, I let myself get lost in the fantasy of the night, hoping that the connection we shared was genuine and not just another illusion.

Dylan and I talked for moments and minutes; it felt precious, but if I had known, I would have ended the conversation quickly.

"You are an interesting person, princess."

"You are too," I replied with a smile on my face.

"You know what will make this day perfect and special?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"What?" I replied, intrigued.

"If you be my wife," he said, his tone suddenly serious.

I was taken aback by his words, wondering if he was serious or joking. "What?!" I exclaimed, my heart racing.

He smiled and took my hands in his. "I’ve never met a woman like you, and I’ve never felt the slightest feeling of love. I don’t want to lose that. That’s why I’m asking, will you be my wife?"

"I don’t even know you that well," I said, my mind racing.

"You’ll be living with me; you will learn about me," he insisted, his gaze unwavering.

I didn’t know what to say, but as he moved closer, trailing his finger along my cheek and brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen across my face, he whispered something that made my heart flutter. "Please give me the chance to love you, I promise I will love you forever," he said, his voice soft yet filled with conviction.

I fell for his words- I wished I didn’t because each word he said was a solid lie. He didn’t love me forever, he didn’t even love me for an entire year. But in that moment I thought he meant his words and everything shifted. The world around us faded, and all I could hear were his words echoing in my mind. It felt like a promise, a vow that wrapped around my heart. I found myself caught between disbelief and the undeniable pull of his sincerity. Maybe this was madness, but something deep inside urged me to consider the possibility of a future with him.

"Yes, I will be your wife," I said, my heart racing with excitement. With those words, he swept me off the ground, lifting me high and twirling me around as if we were the only two people in the world. I couldn't help but smile uncontrollably, feeling the warmth of joy radiating from his eyes and the thrill of the moment. When he finally set me down, he looked deep into my eyes and said, "I promise to never make you regret this."

That promise, however, turned out to be a lie. As time passed, I found myself losing sight of who I was because of him. Yet, in that fleeting moment, I truly believed him. I smiled brightly, letting him lean in and kiss me passionately. That was my first kiss- he was my first everything—my first kiss, my first love, my first real relationship but I just never knew he would be my first regret.