ONE NIGHT STAND WITH THE CURSED ALPHA KING

Aurelia’s POV. If someone had told me that I would be spending my weekend in a loud, sweaty club, surrounded by strangers and voluntarily dancing in the middle of a crowded floor, I would have looked them dead in the eye and slapped that foul lie out of their mouth. And yet. Here i was, in a club i did not belong in, moving in ways that could only pitifully be described as dancing, while silently questioning every decision that had led me to this exact moment. “You need to loosen up!” Jolene shouts over the music, already halfway turned away from me as she throws her hands in the air like a woman straight out of a mental asylum. I narrow my eyes at her even though she can’t see it. “I am loose!” I shout back, which was a complete lie considering my body was as stiff as a board and i was very aware of the fact that at least three strangers had bumped into me in the last ten seconds. Jolene spins back towards me, her expression somewhere between amusement and pity. “You’re acting like an earthworm someone just poured salt on.” I stop immediately. “That’s just rude.” She only laughs, grabbing my hand and dragging me deeper into the crowd before I could protest further. The air thickens with heat, perfume, sweat, and something faintly sweet i couldn’t identify. The music was loud to the point that i could feel it in my bones, each beat vibrating through my ribs as though my body had become part of the sound system. Jolene, of course, looked like she belonged here. Her confidence was effortless, her dark curls bouncing as she moved like she was made for this, her dress hugging her figure in a way that made people full on gawk at her. Meanwhile, I was a carefully arranged disaster in a fitted black dress that clung a little too well, a neckline that left too little to the imagination, and heels that were literal death traps. My curls, which Jolene had insisted looked “effortlessly sexy,” had required more effort than i care to admit. “Stop overthinking,” Jolene says suddenly, appearing beside me. “I’m not overthinking,” I say instantly. “I’m regretting.” She laughs and keeps moving, while i slowly force myself to adjust to the rhythm around me. The truth was, no one was paying nearly as much attention to me as i was to myself, and for a brief moment i almost relaxed. Almost. Because something shifted. Not the music, not the crowd, but something i couldn’t name. My body reacts before my thoughts can catch up, and i slow slightly, looking around without meaning to. “What?” Jolene asks immediately. “Nothing,” I mutter, but my eyes were already searching. And then i see him across the room. “Damn, you are fine.” I think to myself. He’s tall, easily towering over everyone around him with the broadest shoulders i’ve ever seen on a human being. His olive toned skin literally glowed under the club lights, his dark hair brushing his shoulders, and then there were his eyes. Grey. Sharp and fixed…On me. “Somebody better call God cause i think he’s missing an angel.” I think to myself in amusement. “Oh,” I think again. “You look like trouble.”. Before I could do anything about it, a stranger steps into my space, smiling like a total creep. “Now this man is the opposite of fine” I think to myself. “Wanna dance?” He asks with a confidence that doesn’t match his looks. I was about to scream “no” at the top of my lungs. Instead, i glance back at Mr grey eyes. He was still watching, still focused. “Fine,” I hear myself say. “One dance.” The creep looks pleased, completely unaware he has been selected for reasons unrelated to him. He completely invades my space, and i move with him carefully, deliberately, letting rhythm do most of the work while my attention stays fixed across the room. And then, i see it. The change. His expression darkens slightly, not subtle anymore. The look does something that makes my chest tighten and my lower region clench. “Oh, you don’t like that?” I murmur mischievously. I should have looked away. I did not. Instead, i lean into Mr creep, letting my movements become more intentional. I turn away from the stranger i’m dancing with and start to grind my voluptuous behind on him, i immediately feel the result of the action on my lower back. “Disgusting,” I murmur under my breath. “What?” Mr creep asks. “Nothing,” I say lightly, while trying not to throw up. “What am i doing?” I think as i attempt to move away. One moment i was about to stop dancing, and the next Mr creep was gone from my space entirely, yanked away so quickly i almost broke my neck from the way i looked up in shock. Across from me, Mr grey eyes is holding Mr creep by his shirt. Like literally lifting him up. Mr Grey eyes must have said something because the color on Mr creep’s face drained instantly. “…She’s all yours man,” the stranger muttered quickly, stepping back, his hands raised slightly in surrender. And then he was gone. I blink, staring after him. “…Well,” I mutter. “That was… unnecessary.” When I look back, he was already closer. Too close. His presence changed the air around me, i could smell his manly after shave and fvck did it smell good. He didn’t speak at first, just looked at me in a way that made my pvssy clench despite my irritation. Then he steps closer and places a hand on my waist. My body betrays me immediately. Heat. Awareness. My body basically stops functioning. His gaze drops briefly to my lips. I almost pass out then and there, i lean in and then… he stops. Just like that. No explanation. No warning. He just lets go, turns and walks away. I stand there frozen for a second blinking in disbelief. “Wait a damn minute,” I mutter as i fold my arms. “Did that overgrown grey eyed Greek god just lead me on?” He was already leaving. And i followed. Not immediately of course. I had dignity. I had self respect. I had at least two functioning brain cells left. They all failed within seconds. “Unbelievable,” I mutter, pushing through the crowd. “So much for self control.” The music fades as i reach the hallway, the air cooler, quieter, almost too still after the chaos. He stood at the far end like he had been waiting for me to catch up. Of course he had. He turns into a room without speaking and i stop at the door longer than i need to. “What am I doing,” I whisper to myself. Then I go in. The door clicks shut behind me, sealing out the noise of the club entirely. Inside was dim, black furniture and low lighting swallowing the space, making everything feel smaller, closer and unavoidable. He stood in the center. Waiting. Watching. The air between us felt charged in a way I could not comprehend. This is a mistake. The thought comes sharply yet i foolishly ignore it. I step forward, he meets me halfway. The space between us collapses too easily, too naturally, like it had been waiting to happen. My fingers catch the front of his shirt before i can chicken out, pulling him slightly closer as my heartbeat could be heard 3 rooms away. His breath was near. His gaze drops to my lips again and i stop thinking entirely. “Fvck it” i mutter under my breath. And then, i kiss him.