Alpha’s Possession

Chapter 2

Amelia

I finished cleaning up, gathering her discarded dresses and towels to take to the laundry room.

When I had done my work here, I felt a little bit tired, But there was still a lot of work to do. Today it was my turn to clean the kitchen after the cooks finished, which meant even more work ahead.

And by the way, if there was a party today, that would mean there was a lot of work to be done. So basically this week I had to do more work than any other days. In this mansion there were many servants and maids, doing their jobs without making any mistake. Because a single mistake would not be forgiven here. The lady lords of this mansion had beauty with arrogance who loved to treat us like we were there for them to take their anger and frustration. And the men of this mansion treated us like we were nothing.

As I made my way back downstairs, I overheard two other maids gossiping in hushed tones.

"Did you see how Lady Sophia stormed out earlier?" one whispered. "I can't believe it. She's so arrogant." The other agreed. "Well our Beta didn't like it at all."

First said, “I bet it has something to do with her again.” And both laughed.

I hesitated, curiosity warring with my better judgment. Eavesdropping could get me in serious trouble, but the temptation to learn some fun gossip was too strong. But there was a lot of work today, so I couldn't risk getting caught listening to rumors. With a sigh, I continued on my way to the kitchen.

I walked past groups of elegantly dressed werewolves from the most prominent groups in the area, carrying my tray of champagne bottles.

My heart pounded against my ribcage as my eyes were fixed on a particular figure in the crowd.

Alpha Xavier.

A smile spread across my lips. Finally he appeared at the party, my breath caught in my throat like it always did. He stood near the grand staircase, one hand casually tucked in his pocket, the other holding a crystal tumbler of what looked like whiskey. His black hair was styled perfectly, not a strand out of place, and his tailored midnight blue suit fit him as if it had been tailored specifically for his broad shoulders and lean frame. The fabric stretched across his chest in a way that made my mouth go dry.

Even from this distance, I could see the sharp angle of his jaw, the way his lips were twisted into an expression of that constant indifference that made my heart race. His eyes, those sharp green eyes that could strip a person bare with a single glance, surveyed the room like a king observing his domain. Which, in many ways, he was.

He’s so beautiful, so powerful, so dignified, I thought, my chest tightening with a familiar ache. And so far out of my reach. Yeah, what a stupid thought. He was my Alpha, my leader, the one who ensured our safety and met our needs. Everyone feared and respected him.

Alpha Xavier was a rude, ruthless man,who didn't tolerate any mistakes. While I wished to remain unseen by him, yet his formidable beauty was impossible to ignore.

I forced myself to look away before someone noticed my staring. An omega caught admiring an alpha like Xavier would become the subject of cruel gossip that would follow me for months. I walked through the crowd, offering champagne to guests who barely acknowledged my existence, when a disturbance in a distant corner of the hall drew my attention.

The music began to falter, the conversation turned to whispers as a circle formed around the two figures. I moved closer, curiosity overcoming my better judgment, and I was shocked when I saw what was happening.

As I reached the edge of the crowd, passing through the tall bodies of people, my heart began to race. The scent of raw emotion hung heavy in the air, pain, rejection, humiliation all mingling together in a nauseating cocktail that made my stomach churn. Through the gaps between shoulders and craning necks, I caught sight of two figures at the center of attention.

Ben stood there, his usual confident posture shattered into something broken and desperate. His black hair was disheveled, as if he had been running his hands through it repeatedly. His simple brown suit was clearly his best, though it paled in comparison to the finery surrounding him. Those warm eyes that had always held such gentle kindness were now pools of anguish, fixed on the girl standing before him with an expression of desperate hope that was slowly dying.

“Please Gail..” Ben’s voice cracked. The raw desperation in his tone made my chest tighten with sympathy. "I know I'm not what your family expected, but we're mates. The moon goddess chose us for each other. Please... accept our bond.”

My heart clenched as I watched him, so vulnerable and exposed before the judgmental crowd. Ben worked in the pack's maintenance crew, honest work, but below the social status expected for someone courting Gail.

Gail stood before him in an expensive designer gown. Her perfectly curled hair was secured by expensive stone-studded clips. Her face, cold, calculating, and completely merciless made my stomach drop.

"Get up, Ben," she said, her voice carrying clearly through the sudden silence. "You're embarrassing yourself.”

"But Gail, last night you said—" Ben started to rise, confusion and pain flickering across his features.

"Last night was a mistake," she cut him off sharply. "I was confused, caught up in the moment. But in the light of day, I see clearly. I could never bind myself to someone so... beneath me.”

The cruel words hit Ben like physical blows. I watched his face crumble, the hope dying in his eyes as the mate bond—that sacred connection blessed by the moon goddess herself—was rejected with such casual cruelty.

"No, Gail, please," Ben whispered, doubling over as the pain of rejection began to tear through him. "You know what we are to each other. You felt it too, didn't you? The bond, the connection—”

"I felt nothing," she lied, though I could see her hands trembling slightly. "Nothing but pity for your delusions.”

“Please, Gail… please we–

"I reject you..” Gail's voice cut through his plea like a blade, sharp and final. The words of rejection hit the air with the force of a physical blow, and I watched as Ben physically recoiled as if she had struck him. "I Gail Whitmore reject you Benjamin Clearwater as my mate, and I sever any bond between us.”

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as Ben collapsed to his knees, a keening wail of agony tearing from his throat. The rejection of a mate bond was one of the most painful experiences a werewolf could endure, like having your soul ripped in half. He clutched his chest as the mate bond was brutally severed, and I found myself taking an involuntary step forward before catching myself.

Gail wasn't unaffected either. I watched her stumble slightly, her hand flying to her chest as her own pain began, the bond fighting against her cruel denial.

“Accept the rejection Ben..” she said in her broken voice.

That's when I noticed him, Alpha Xavier, standing at the edge of the circle, his expression unreadable. His green eyes observed the scene with cold detachment, as if he were watching a mildly interesting play rather than witnessing the destruction of two lives. When Ben's anguished cries filled the air, when Gail swayed on her feet from her own pain, her face contorted with agony, pale and wet with sweat. Yet Xavier, unmoved, merely tilted the crystal tumbler in his hand and took another sip of his whiskey, completely unbothered.

‘Say something, please..’ I begged inwardly, desperately, my fingers tightening around the edges of my tray until the metal dug into my palms. ‘You're an Alpha. Stop this cruelty.’

But he remained silent, his perfect, beautiful face looked as if it had been sculpted from cold marble by an unfeeling hand. No flicker of emotion passed across those fine features. Not even a twitch.

The crowd began to murmur among themselves, and the comments I overheard made my stomach turn.

“You did the right thing, dear,” Mrs. Whitmore Gail’s mom's voice carried from somewhere behind me, dripping with approval. “A girl of your breeding and status cannot be expected to lower herself to his level.”

"It's better this way," another voice chimed in. "Mates or not, some bonds simply aren't meant to be honored."

Their words felt like physical blows, and I wanted to scream at them, to tell them how wrong they were. But I bit my tongue as my heart raged against the injustice of it all.

I felt sick listening to them dismiss Ben's pain so casually, as if his heartbreak was nothing more than an inconvenience to their evening's entertainment. Not a single person stepped forward to offer him comfort or condemn Gail's cruelty. They all just watched, like spectators at a gladiatorial match.