Caught Between Two Alpha’s

5: Making Out With A Stranger

We stepped outside and settled onto a weathered bench, the cold breeze wrapping around us like a shroud as I took a deep breath, trying to release the mounting tension in my mind. The night hasn’t even begun, yet I feel completely overwhelmed by stress and exhaustion. I’m not sure if it is the lingering effects of the alcohol or if the weather is just too calming, either way, all I want is to surrender to the day and sleep through the night.

I turned to the man sitting next to me, breaking the silence that hung in the air, and asked, "So, are you gonna talk, or are we just gonna keep enjoying the weather?"

He looked out at the horizon, the fading light casting a soft glow around us, and replied, "The weather is nice; it’s got a different vibe, but honestly, it doesn’t change anything."

"What do you mean?" I pressed, intrigued by his tone.

He fell silent for a moment, lost in thought, before finally speaking. "You know when I told you that nothing can make me feel good about today?"

"Yeah," I nodded, sensing the weight of his words.

"Well, that’s because today is about to be the worst day of my life, and I can’t do anything to stop it from being the utter worst day ever."

I hesitated to process his words, trying to make sense of what he meant. Realizing I was struggling, I finally said, "You need to elaborate because I’m kinda lost here. I mean, if you know it’s gonna be bad, why would you still let it happen?"

"You told me your night is gonna be bad, right?" he asked, and I nodded. "Well, are you doing anything to stop it from happening besides using alcohol to try to forget about it?"

"No, but that’s because I don’t have a choice."

"Exactly, I don’t have a choice either. I just have to go through with it, even though I really don’t want to," he sighed softly.

"But what’s going on? Tell me the problem; maybe I can help," I said, wanting to support him.

He thought for a moment before speaking. "I’m not the kind of person who shares everything with strangers, but since you seem pretty cool, I’ll just say it. My family wants me to marry someone I don’t love. I don’t even know her name or anything about her, but if I want to be the Alpha, I have to marry her."

"Oh," I said, slightly taken aback. "But can’t you just marry someone you love?"

"That’s the thing. I don’t love anyone. I’ve never been in love, and it’s just crazy. I definitely don’t want to marry a woman I know nothing about, but if I don’t, I can’t become the Alpha."

"Ohh, but what about the girl? What does she think about this whole thing?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"She doesn’t care at all. All she wants is to be with me, and honestly, I don’t even know why. Maybe it’s just for the money… But you know what? I really don’t care anymore. I just don’t want to get married and then a year later be filled with regret."

I sighed heartily, feeling the weight of his words. "Tell me about it. I completely understand every word you said, and honestly, you shouldn’t get married to her."

"Yeah, but it’s way more complicated than just being married. I mean, I really want to be the Alpha so bad. I’ve put in so much effort to get to this point, and I just don’t want to lose it all because of this situation," he admitted, frustration creeping into his voice.

"Okay, but there has to be another way to handle this. Maybe you could delay the wedding or something like that, just to give yourself some time to think."

He scoffed, shaking his head. "I really can’t do that, like I said it’s complicated but you know what? Forget about me for a second. Tell me about yourself. What makes tonight so bad that you don’t want to remember it?"

"Well…" I sighed, taking a moment to gather my thoughts. I realized that opening up about my marital issues to a stranger felt too vulnerable, so I finally said, "I really don’t want to talk about it."

"Oh, come on! I talked about my stuff; it’s only fair if you share what’s going on with you," he pushed further

"I know, but I’m just not sure if I should," I said, my mind racing as I contemplated the weight of my words.

"Well, you should because it’s a safe space here," he replied, his tone encouraging.

I hesitated for a moment, the tension in the air palpable, before finally admitting, "Okay," I took a moment before continuing "My husband and I are really not on good terms, and I just don’t want to remember or feel anything that happens between us tonight. It's just too much to handle."

"What the f**k!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening. "Does he hit you?"

"Oh no, I’m not talking about that, I’m talking about something else," I said hoping he’d understand

It took him a brief moment before he understood "Ohh,"

"Yes."

"It seems like you don’t like him," he said

"I don’t know, but…" I trailed off, my thoughts interrupted when I noticed an eyelash had escaped onto his face, dancing delicately on his skin. I smiled softly and said, "Your eyelash."

"What about them?" he asked, a hint of confusion crossing his features.

"You have one fallen on your upper cheek," I pointed out gently.

"Ohh," he said, realizing what I meant, and he tried to brush it away but ended up touching the wrong side of his face instead.

"Should I help you?" I offered, my voice light, and he nodded, a hint of relief in his expression. As I leaned closer to assist him, I couldn’t help but be captivated by the depth of his eyes, shimmering with a warmth that drew me in. He must have noticed the way I was looking at him because, out of nowhere, he said, "You have beautiful eyes."

"Thank you." I said and he simply smiled, his eyes raking from my eyes to my lips he then whispered "I want to kiss you."

I didn’t reply immediately, I don’t know why but I wasn’t annoyed by his statement. Maybe it’s the alcohol or it’s just something I want because suddenly words I never thought I would say to a stranger came out of my mouth "Kiss me."

He smiled at me before gripping my waist and pulling me to him roughly. His lips claimed mine in an almost primal and possessive way. I kissed him back with equal intensity, both of us devouring each other as our tongues intertwined and fought for control.

A tingling sensation ran through my body as he cupped my face and deepened the kiss, his lips moving against mine with a gentle urgency. At that moment, nothing else mattered - no worries or fears, just the heat between us.

Suddenly, he broke the kiss, his breath coming in heavy gasps as he looked into my eyes and said, "Come with me."

The heat igniting between my legs and the exhilarating rush that surged through my entire body overwhelmed me. It was a magnetic pull, drawing me closer to him, and without hesitation, I nodded, eager to follow him wherever he led.