One Night With My Mysterious Alpha

Chapter 4-Betrayal Served Hot

FREYA

I stared at him in shock.

Was I going mad? Or was he?

"Y-you can't mean that," I said.

"I do, Freya." He took my unresisting hand in his own. "The point of this ball is to give me an opportunity to find my Luna. Instead of getting married to a random person, isn't it better to marry my mate, someone I love?."

"Are you sure you want this? That you want me?" I asked, looking into his eyes.

"Yes," he said without hesitation. "I want you."

I curled my fingers in his hair. We kissed. I lost my mind somewhere along the way as my body's cravings took over. He straddled me.

"Freya," he gasped against my lips. "You're more than beautiful."

My mouth opened in a silent scream of ecstasy as he pushed his thick, throbbing length inside me.

Each thrust was heavenly. I arched my back off the floor, silently telling him I was ready to take more. He moved faster. My nails dug into his shoulders as I reached the peak.

"Oh Ronon," I cried out.

The orgasm ripped through us at the same time. He grew harder and thicker as he poured himself inside me.

"Tell me you love me," he gasped, still shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. "Say it, Freya."

"I love you, Ronon." Once I said the words, I knew they were true.

"And I love you, Freya," he whispered. "For me, they'll be only you. Just you."

******

"Freya!"

I jumped about a foot in the air and looked dazedly around. Greta was glaring at me from across the room.

All memories of my night with Alpha Ronon faded away.

"Have you gone deaf or something?" my stepmother yelled. "I've been calling you. You came back home late last night. Again. Are you sleeping with all the men in the pack now? Just know I won't let you bring a bastard into the house. I'll just throw your stuff out on the street like I should have done long ago. Slut!"

I choked down all the curses I wanted to scream at her as she stormed off.

In my head, I held on to the memories I had made with Ronon.

"Soon. It will be over soon," I muttered to myself.

***

The next day was the day of the ball. I was so excited I had hardly slept the night before. On my way downstairs to make breakfast, I stopped at my wardrobe.

The temptation to look at the dress again I had spent all my savings on was too strong. I took it out, held it up to the light.

"Where's that lazy thing?" I heard Greta say.

I rushed over to the wardrobe to stuff the dress back in, but she had already shoved my door open. Two pairs of eyes looked from me to the dress and back again.

"Wait? Is that for the ball?" Greta said.

The look on my face was a dead giveaway. Nina and Greta burst into peals of laughter.

"That s**t you're holding looks like a pair of burnt rags, stupid," Nina said with a giggle.

"Put that thing away and come and make breakfast," Greta ordered as she started to leave the room.

"Even if my mother lets you go to the ball, the prince would never notice you. Even if he did, he would rather die than take you as a mate," Nina smirked. "I'm sure the boys you sleep with can only get it up if they're wearing a blindfold. You're hideous."

Something inside me snapped. I didn't think about what I did next.

I took a step close to Nina until I was right in her face. Her eyes widened in surprise.

"And you?" I said, clenching my fists to keep from hitting her. "What makes you think the prince will choose you? You're a wicked, arrogant, conceited little bit-"

Nina shoved me. I staggered back. She grabbed my dress and I saw the vindictive light in her eyes.

"No. No please," I shrieked, knowing what she was about to do.

The first sound of ripping fabric sent a jolt of almost physical pain through me. Dragging the dress with her tore it some more.

I cried. I screamed. I begged. Nina didn't stop until my dress lay in tatters at my feet.

"Let's see you go to the ball now, b***h," she said.

With a laugh, she sashayed out of the door. Her mother, who had been watching the whole thing, stepped aside to let her pass.

"Of course you'll be punished for disrespecting my daughter," she said with an evil smile and proceeded to reel off a long list of chores.

For the rest of the day, I mechanically went through my chores. It felt like something in me had died. Maybe it was confidence. Or hope.

Alpha Ronon called as I was scrubbing down the floor of the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" he said the moment I picked up.

I hadn't been able to hide the tears in my voice. I told him all that happened with Greta and Nina.

"I won't be able to come to the ball anymore," I finished, dabbing at my streaming eyes with my blouse.

"Yes, you will," he said firmly. "I'll send my driver along with a new dress. It's going to be okay. You're still going to be my Luna."

The car came for me just ten minutes later. The driver handed me a large box. In the box was the most beautiful velvet gown I had ever seen and a handwritten note.

Meet me in the palace gardens. R, it read.

Like a school girl, I skipped excitedly into the house. In thirty minutes, I got dressed. I almost couldn't recognize the pretty girl staring at me from the mirror.

I felt like a princess as the plush car took me to the ball. Soon, we got to the palace, a massive structure with wide, tall windows.

Ronon's driver led me into the gardens to wait. I was looking around, admiring everything, when I heard my name.

I spun around. Ronon, looking dashing and handsome in a tuxedo that must have cost the earth, hurried over to me, his arms outstretched.

"Freya, you look stunning," he whispered.

He caught me in his arms, twirled me around. His lips found mine. When he pushed his tongue inside my mouth, I felt my toes curl.

He pulled away when his phone rang.

He looked at it and sighed. "I have to go. The ball's about to start."

He gave me one last kiss, and then he was gone.

It felt like I was floating on a cloud as I entered the ballroom. People stared at my dress. Then at me. They whispered.

I didn't care. My eyes kept following Ronon around the room. I had never known it was possible to love someone this much.

Thirty minutes into the celebration, Ronon's father took the stage. He raised a hand for silence. The music stopped.

"Welcome all," he said in a deep, booming voice. "As you all know, today is the anniversary of my son's birth. Also, today, he will be choosing a Luna. Ronon?"

Ronon's father stepped aside for him to take the stage. The crowd sent up a cheer, raised their glasses in a salute.

"Thank you all for coming," the Alpha said when the noise had died down. His eyes scanned the crowd. "Tonight, in front of all you honored guests, I will choose my Luna." He smiled. "In fact, I see her now."

There were murmurs from the crowd. When Ronon got down from the stage, it got so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The crowd parted to let him pass. My heart was beating so fast I felt everyone could hear it. I felt a big, goofy smile on my face.

Ronon came closer. For an instant, our eyes met. Then they drifted away from me. He kept walking, away from me and on to someone else.

"Ronon?" I said, only the words didn't make it past my lips.

Alpha Ronon was right in front of Nina. He got on one knee and took her hand. There were shocked gasps, a strangled scream of excitement.

"Nina Hunter, will you do me the honor of being my wife and Luna?" Alpha Ronon asked her.