The Possessive Alpha King's Bride

Chapter 1 - Asshole

Have you ever thought what it feels like to have your two most important person betray you? No? Me neither.

I've never thought of it.

I mean, never in my wildest dreams have the idea entered my mind - so the thought of ever witnessing my boyfriend having s*x with my sister sounded absurd, even in my imagination.

Yes, they happen in those overly dramatized soap operas that everyone likes to watch, but mostly not in real life, is what I've initially thought.

But-

"f**k! Claudette. You feel so damn good!"

"Ah! Paul! Harder! f**k me harder!"

Thump. Slap. Thump.

The sound of the creaking bed and thumping headboard reverberated in the thin air as the inconspicuous slamming of bodies together rooted me in place.

The door that was slightly ajar revealed two people doing something unmistakable, and the cake I was holding trembled then tilted and I gripped the box tighter to stop it from falling. Which was damn ironic, because even though I stopped the cake from falling, I couldn't stop my insides from spiraling downwards. 

Ah. This was really a bad day.

I should've known, really. 

When in the morning, my coffee maker up and decided that today it's not going to give a s**t and malfunctioned - and thus, not giving me my desired caffeine dose the moment I need it.

Or when I forgot the file I needed for a project and have to go all the way back to my apartment - then got stuck in traffic - eventually blaming my lack of caffeine that same morning.

Or when I accidentally spilled my drink on my laptop during lunchtime and thus, forcing me to momentarily surrender it to a repair shop. It will take about a week, they said. As they wouldn't be able to fix it immediately because there's a bunch of others that came before mine.

And I agreed, ergo reluctantly.

Because, what, it couldn't be helped. I'll just have to suck it up and wait. It's also the best and cheapest repair shop in our area. I know because I've been there a couple of times whenever I needed something to be fixed.

So now - after I gave myself a proper pep-talk and convinced myself that everything's still okay and headed to the bakeshop to pickup the cake I've ordered - I've gone straight to Paul's place at 7:00 PM sharp to surprise him for his birthday. I even used the spare key he'd given me to become incognito so that no one's the wiser when I entered.

But who would've thought I'm the one who's going to be surprised.

"f**k! You're dripping, Claudette!"

"Ahm! Paul! Deeper!"

I inhaled then exhaled. Closing my eyes momentarily and mentally telling myself to calm down.

I didn't work, of course, because I was still trembling. I remember last night before sleeping, I've finished wrapping my gift to Paul and promptly reminded myself not to forget to pickup the cake before going to his place.

I've also told myself that maybe today's the perfect time to finally give myself to him. We've been officially dating for year, I've reasoned.

Thump. Slap. Thump.

Trying and failing to simmer down the anger and betrayal I'm feeling, I inhaled then exhaled again. And before I know it, my feet started moving forward inside the dim lighted room.

"Ah! Paul! Paul! Paul!" Claudette, my step-sister, chanted Paul's name as I neared them, still unaware that they were caught. She's in the middle of an orgasm, I assumed, so it couldn't be helped.

Paul, on the other hand, wasn't as blissfully unaware. He suddenly looked up to me with unsteady eyes, and I immediately saw the color slightly draining from his face despite his sweaty and pleasured appearance.

I forced a smile.

"Hi," I blurted, the moment our eyes met. Looking from him to Claudette and cursing myself for ever thinking of giving myself to him, I instinctively shook my head.

Though really, I should've known better.

If he's not getting it from me - whom he's been dating for a year - of course he's getting it from somewhere else. I just didn't expect that it's actually Claudette  whom he's getting it from.

I suddenly had the urge to throw and plant the cake onto them - and I did.

"For foreplay," I bitterly said, smiling wryly. "Though I guess you're done?"

"A-"

I instantly turned my back and run before I heard some stupid excuse that will undoubtedly come out of Paul's cheating lying mouth.

He should save it, actually. Maybe there will come a day when someone's dumb enough to believe it.

But unfortunately, today's not that day.

My body has already decided that as I rushed out into the cold bitting night and run as fast and far as my legs will take me.

"Goddammit." My mind's suddenly became blurry as I ran incessantly. Seconds, minutes, I don't even know how far I've run until I've reached a clearing and exhaustion caught up to me. Running out of breath, I wheezed and instinctively stopped.

Wrong move, because the moment I halted in my steps, a van suddenly came up, blaring its loud siren and instantly jumped in my direction. My hands immediately shielded my eyes as the blinding light harshly approached me and rooted me in place and the only thought that entered my mind was that I told the bakeshop to keep the change when I picked up the cake and was now deeply regretting it.

Ah. I shouldn't have told them to keep the change, Paul you asshole.

And then I heard screeching and a bell ringing and then everything went black.