Caught Between Two Alpha’s

7: Stranger Alert

I woke up with a throbbing headache, presumably from the amount of alcohol I drank the night before. Exhaustion pools in my head and I groan turning around and trying to get myself the rest I needed but the second my eyes faced the other side, I found myself face to face with a total stranger. Panic surged through me, and I screamed, shooting up from the bed, only to realize I was completely naked. My eyes went wide as I took in the sight of my body, and all the events from the night began to flood back to me.

My heart raced in my chest, a mix of terror and disbelief as I looked at him. I quickly yanked the covers around me, desperately trying to cover myself while pacing around the room, searching for my clothes and regretting every decision that led me to this moment. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed, my mind racing as I wondered what is going to happen next and what I and going to do now.

I thought of waking him up and confronting the situation, or just sneak out and hope for the best but I have a feeling that if I leave, there was a good chance he'd come looking for me, and Dylan would see him and would definitely find out what happened between he and I. The thought of Dylan’s reaction to my horrible reality sends chills down my spine. I could already picture him confronting me, and it was terrifying. I can’t let that happen; I have to find a way to fix this before it spirals out of control.

I finally caught sight of my clothes scattered on the floor and hurriedly put them on, my heart racing. As I dressed, a wave of anxiety washed over me, and I couldn’t help but wonder how I would explain this mess. There was no good reason I could come up with that will make Dylan forgive me. I had really messed up this time. How could I have slept with a stranger? That’s completely out of character for me. I don’t even like making friends with strangers, let alone crossing that line. Dylan is so going to be furious; I could practically see the divorce papers in his hands. The thought of facing the aftermath of that made my stomach churn. I knew he wouldn’t spare me any mercy.

Lost in my spiraling thoughts, I suddenly noticed the stranger stirring, and panic shot through me like a bolt of electricity. I quickly rushed out of the room, feeling like it’s the only option. Talking to him and trying to explain things to him is just off-limits right now.

As I stepped outside of the room, reality hit me hard—I was in the penthouse of the Alpha mansion, which meant I had actually slept with a stranger in my own home. How could I have let this happen?

The mere thought of someone walking in on us sent chills down my spine. I would have been finished, and I couldn’t even blame anyone else. Dylan had made it perfectly clear not to talk to anyone, and yet I had ignored his warning and didn’t just only talk to a stranger but did worse.

Dylan will kill me if he finds out about this.

I made my way to the mansion, trying to mask the evidence of my wild night. The last thing I wanted was to look or smell like I had just rolled out of a one-night stand. As I stepped through the grand entrance, the scent of polished wood and faint floral arrangements filled the air. I spotted a maid bustling about and quickly approached her, my heart racing as I asked, "Is Alpha Dylan home?" I was really hoping he wasn’t, because if he was, I’d have a lot of explaining to do about my whereabouts.

"Yes, he just arrived five minutes ago," she replied, her voice calm

"Ohh," I said, caught off guard. "He didn’t sleep at home?" I asked knowing fully well that it’s unlike Dylan to stay out all night.

"Oh no, Alpha Dylan went out looking for his cousin. I think he went missing or something," she explained, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Really?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Yes, I think he didn’t come for the engagement, so they went out searching for him but I don’t know if they found him," she said, her tone sympathetic.

"Ohh, okay," I said, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. At least Dylan wasn’t home, which meant I only had to figure out how to explain why I was still in my clothes from last night.

I dismissed the maid with a nod and headed toward my room, my mind racing with thoughts of what I would say to Dylan. As I approached, I could hear his voice rising in frustration on the phone, the tension palpable even from outside the door. I gently opened it, and his gaze snapped to me, his expression shifting from anger to surprise. He glanced at me briefly before placing the phone on his chest, clearly trying to shield our conversation from whoever was on the other end.

"Where have you been?" he shot at me, his tone sharp and accusatory.

"At the prayer room, when did you come back?" I asked, my voice steady as I lied without a hint of hesitation.

"A few minutes ago," he replied, his tone casual but his gaze sharp. "Why were you at the prayer room and why are you still wearing those clothes?"

"I was sick and worried for you," I explained, trying to keep my expression neutral. "I didn’t have time to change because I was praying. I mean, you didn’t come home, so I was really tense."

His brows knitted together for a moment as he scrutinized me, and I could feel the weight of his gaze, almost as if he sensed the truth behind my words. Hesitant, he finally said, "Ohh, well I’m fine."

"That’s great," I replied, forcing a small smile to mask my anxiety.

"Anyways, get showered and meet me downstairs. We have a family meeting. The groom has been found, and he wants to speak with the whole family."

"Your family is here?" I asked, a wave of surprise washing over me.

"His family is here, not mine," he clarified, his expression unreadable.

"Ohh, okay." I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and urgency as I turned to head to the bathroom for a shower, my mind racing with thoughts.

The moment I stepped into the bathroom, I locked the door and let out a heavy sigh, my heart racing. I can’t believe I just got away with this. Now, all I need to do is avoid that stranger or, at the very least, figure out who he is and ensure he never brings up what happened last night.

I stepped into the shower, turned on the tap, and let the warm water cascade over me, washing away the dense feeling swirling in my body. I scrubbed at my skin, trying to erase any trace of him lingering on me as if the water could cleanse my memory too. Even though last night was an exhilarating whirlwind, I really don’t want anything like that to happen again.

After I finished showering, I stepped out of the bathroom, feeling a bit more composed. I slipped into a simple dress that felt comfortable yet put-together, styled my hair to look effortlessly nice, and finally headed out of my room to meet Dylan downstairs. I really wasn’t in the mood to see anyone, but given it was Dylan’s distant cousin, I just had to muster the energy to meet them, even if it meant pretending to enjoy their company.

As I walked down the stairs, I noticed the living room was already buzzing with chatter. Everyone was gathered, and someone was standing there talking animatedly. His back was facing me, but as I approached, his voice struck a familiar chord. I brushed it off, thinking it was just my imagination until I walked into the room and he turned around to face me. My heart dropped as recognition hit me like a ton of bricks—he was the stranger I had slept with last night.

My eyes bulged in disbelief as fear gripped me tightly. What on earth was he doing in my house?