Accidentally Bitten by The Alpha

Chapter 5

Still awkwardly clutching my box, I take a shuffling backstep out of the room, my body slamming into the door as I rush from the room. A rush of heat burns my cheeks as my shame floods my body. I shouldn’t have been so stupid last night, going home with some random stranger. I’ve never behaved like that before, and now I’m trapped in this building during a storm with my one-night-stand and his girlfriend.

Can this day get any worse?

As I scuttle away from the scene of my embarrassment on rapid feet, I’m not sure where I’m going until my nose catches the enticing scent of grilled meat. My stomach does a little flip and I almost faint with hunger. It’s been so long since I’ve eaten I can’t remember the last time I had a full meal, or anything at all to snack on, unless the beer from last night counts as dinner.

Letting my nose guide me, I find myself moving towards the enticing aroma of food. As I get closer, the volume increases, and I pass more and more people. A few look at my box in a disinterested way, and I soon see I’m not the only one holding a box or two. There were likely students moving into dorms around the time the storm blew in.

Turning it around so the awful word isn’t visible, I push my box into a corner. There’s nothing of value inside, or at least nothing worth stealing, but I keep a careful eye on it as I line up for my first hot meal in days. College students can be unpredictable and who knows, someone might find my diary amusing.

“Here you go, sweetie,” a kind looking woman hands me a warm sandwich and a cool drink which I take gratefully with a small smile as I wander over to a large pegboard on the opposite wall.

Taking a large bite of a juicy meatball sandwich, one hand clutches my meal while the other fingers through postings for jobs, items for sale, and finally a few rentals. I can’t afford much, but I don’t need much either. A cot in the corner of a room will do just fine if that’s the best I can do on a resort island like this one.

Besides, I have these vouchers, maybe I can use them for an apartment, or half of a bedroom. If the resorts take them, surely someone in town will take them too.

By the time my sandwich is gone and my drink half empty, I have a handful of tabs pulled from rental ads. Plopping down next to my box, I pull out a notebook and my phone. After taking a look at a map and how far away each location is, I organize the numbers by distance and begin making my way down the list.

Ten numbers. Ten chances to find a place that doesn’t put me in the way of my ex-boyfriend and hopefully saves me money in the long run. I can’t afford to live in a resort, not with the cost of food and the fact that they are on opposite ends of the island, as far away from the college as possible.

Saying a quick prayer, I dial the first number. After a few rings an older woman answers the line. About three words into my plea, she interrupts me.

“I’m sorry, dearie, but it’s already been rented,” she apologized. “I wish I could help you. Maybe check the Seaglass Resort.”

Grumbling my thanks, I hang up.

The next call I barely get two words in before he tells me “No vouchers. Cash only.”

The next 7 calls are the same. Either they’re already rented or they don’t accept vouchers. “I’ll get my financial aid next week,” I tried to explain, “I’ll be able to pay you in full for the year once that comes in.”

But nobody is willing to take an IOU to pay rent. As an outsider, my word isn’t good enough. I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything better. I mean, it is just a few days before classes start and on a small island like this, there aren’t a lot of options other than the dorm and those are full too.

“Only one number left,” I cross off the second to last number with a sad sigh which turns into a groan when I realize it’s so far out I might as well be staying at the Marshwood Resort on the other side of town. “Who knows? Maybe ten will be my lucky number.”

“Oh what do we have here,” a hand reaches down and snatches my notebook out from underneath my pen, causing a large gouge that tears through the last number.

Looking up, I’m staring up at the last person I want to see–my ex boyfriend, Jake. Leaning on his arm and looking as pleased as a cat with cream on her lips, the brunette from last night gives me a once over, her eyebrow raising in judgement.

“What the hell, Jake?” I reach up to snatch back the list but he holds it over my head, his lips twisting in amusement.

“What’s this,” Jake smirks. “Trying to find a place to stay on credit. Without me, you don’t have a dime to your name.”

“That’s not true.” I stand up, and try to grab it out of his hands. He holds it even higher, laughing as I jump and try to take it back shouting, “You don’t know anything about me, Jake. I have my own money.”

He laughs out loud, “Bullshit, FeeFee. You’re just an orphan with no family and no prospects. You are stuck on an island with no friends and nowhere to go. But you know what,” he snorts, “I’ll give you a chance to make things up to me. If you get on your hands and knees and beg me forgiveness real nicely,” he pushes his crotch forward suggestively, tapping the zipper on his jeans where his bulging c**k is pressed tightly. “I might take pity on you and let you stay at my resort for free. I’ll even be nice and not make you do it here. We could go somewhere more private.”

Oh God, I might throw up.

The bastard wants me to give him a blow-job in exchange for a place to live. My stomach curdles at the thought, unable to get the image of him screwing the girl on his arm out of my mind.

I’ve had to do some things in my past to survive that I regret now, but I’ve never sold my body. I’d rather spend the semester living in the restroom than ever see his d**k again, and I sure as hell don’t want to put it in my mouth.

“Can I watch?” The brunette squeezes his arm, her curls bouncing as she turns her head, looking up at him adoringly as she licks his lips, excited by the idea of me on my knees,“I like watching.”

“Anything for my future Luna,” Jake moves a curl behind her ear and she blushes prettily up at him. “I’m sure Fee won’t mind. Isn’t that right, slut?”

“Are you f*****g kidding me, Jake?!” I turn my back on him, “Go f**k yourself because I’m not going to ever again.”

“Fine,” he snorts, “Then don’t blame me for being cruel.”

Ripping the page from my notebook, he proceeds to tear it into small pieces, throwing the list in the air above me. “You want it so bad, there you go.”

Taking a deep breath, I clench my fists, and kneel.

A shadow passes over me and I hear a sharp intake of breath followed by a wince of pain. Looking up, my ex is standing there, his face twisted in agony while Zane, my one-night-stand, pulls his arm behind his back.

“Apologize,” Zane growls at Jake, “And then pick up the damn paper.”

“Not in your life, Marshwood!” Jake barks back. “You have no jurisdiction here, this is Seaglass territory. Go back to your swamp.”

Zane twists harder, his eyes flashing an angry green. “I’m alpha of this whole island, Jake, and the sooner you realize it the sooner you’ll…”

I don’t hear what he says next because just at that moment everything goes black and the room erupts into screams.