Betrayal From My Boyfriend

CHAPTER 1 ; Betrayal From My Boyfriend Well, I never thought I'd end up like this. Awake, naked on a soft woolen bed that isn't mine, and wrapped in the arms of a terribly handsome stranger that I absolutely do not recognize. As if that isn't bad enough, I have no memory of what happened the previous night. I shut my eyes for a few seconds, hoping, praying, that I'm dreaming. But I open them again, only to be faced with a pair of icy blue eyes, and I scream. I have no idea who the man is or how I got to the room. All I know is that the previous day was my eighteenth birthday. And just like everything else in my life, it was a total nightmare. One day earlier... "f**k me, Brandon! Yeah, baby, that's it!" I was standing in the doorway of my boyfriend's room. We'd been dating for years, and yet... I was not the woman in the bed that he was pounding senselessly. The horror encompassing me at this moment contrasted starkly with how I felt this morning. I woke with an elated buzz in my system. Even if no one cared but me, I deserved to enjoy the day. After all, turning eighteen was a major milestone. To my surprise, my boss at the perfume shop let me leave work early as a birthday present. And with a heart soaring with excitement, I made my way to my boyfriend Brandon's house. Brandon was the only person in my life who had shown me love and care despite what other thought of me. I trusted him, and in a matter of seconds, that illusion disastrously shattered into a million pieces. Nothing could blind my eyes to the awful visual I was exposed to. They were both stark naked and had their backs to me. The girl was on all fours, hands clutching the bedsheet, whilst Brandon was situated behind her, panting like a hungry dog as he thrusted into her. "You like that? Tell me you like that." he said in a voice that was ravenous. "Yes baby. f**k yes. Harder baby! Faster!" the girl's plead only edged Brandon to ramp up the speed, griping her at the waist to smash himself against her with a frenzied quickness. "God-you. You feel-so damn good!" she said erratically, trying to speak as her body jerked in motion to Brandon's pounding. And then, as if he wasn't close enough, he threw himself forward. His large hand found the back of her head, smashing her face into the pillow whilst he humped her wildly. "f**k I'm close!" with each second his manly grunts grew into wolfish growls as his body got ready to explode in release. Whilst beneath him the girl's feminine moans morphed into screams of pleasure, loud and high pitched, even when muffled by the pillow she's shoved into. Together they hit peak and made the rock like a boat swaying to rough seas. I didn't know what snapped me out of my frozen state of shock, but just as they slumped down, I found the courage to scream . "How could you, Brandon!" He looked startled as his sweaty face whipped round to face me. But I didn't dare wait for his response. I fled, rushing out of the house, only barely catching a glimpse of the girl in his arms, and too heartbroken to care her face. I should've seen this coming... I should realize by now that my life was destined to be one of misery. Nothing could blind my eyes to the awful visual I was exposed to. They were both stark naked and had their backs to me. The girl was on all fours, hands clutching the bedsheet, whilst Brandon was situated behind her, panting like a hungry dog as he thrusted into her. I, Tanya, am a complete disappointment. My father, Richard, is an Alpha of the Blackhide Pack, a small but very powerful pack. And like most Alphas, he desired a son that would take up his legacy. Unfortunately for me, Richard's wife could only give him a daughter. And so, it was Richard's quest for a son that made him turn to surrogacy. The surrogate turned out to be my mother, an ordinary omega wolf in the pack. And so, my father was infuriated when I was born as a girl. He vowed never to have anything to do with me. Course when mom passed away soon after, he had no choice but to take me in. Richard hated me since I was a girl. and it didn't help that I turned out to be an Omega wolf. Worst of all, at the age of thirteen, most werewolves manifested their "wolf", allowing them to shift forms. I was eighteen and my wolf was yet to appear. I had no wolfish powers; no strength, or durability. I didn't even have a body scent like other wolves. In fact, I was weaker than a human. Richard hated weakness, so he hated me. Richard's wife also despised me. She hated mother for sharing her husband with her and that hatred was transferred to me. I was hated with disdain and lived no better than a slave in my father's house. I probably would have committed suicide a long time ago if Alina, my step-sister who was older than me by two years, was spiteful to me like her parents were. Everything in my life was an absolute nightmare, everything except, Brandon. Brandon was one of the most powerful wolves in Richard's pack. He was smart, intelligent and...