Rejecting Alpha Dreads

Chapter3

The lawn soon became bereft of people as everyone scampered for cover.

The hotel the cousins had booked should, in my estimation, be about five minutes walk. We began hurrying through the green expanse of lawn between us and hotel.

The downpour, as expected, started. We three huddled under the umbrella like fishes in a little bucket, with me in-between. Goerge and Benson wore t-shirts, shorts and sandals. They wouldn't mind getting wet. I was in a kneel-length gown and flat shoes. I had to take them off. George collected them from me and held them to himself as if preventing them from getting wet at all. The only thing I needed to protect was my book and hair. I held the book up, closer the umbrella's open canopy.

"We have to run!" Benson suddenly screamed.

Goerge looked at me and we both laughed. "You really are scared of water, aren't you?" I said to Benson.

"No!" he screamed irritably. "It's only logical that we don't wet!"

"Liar," George quipped as we indeed started to run. I pulled the lower end of my gown up to give my legs more room to swing.

When was the last time I felt alive?

A fat flash of lightning forked through the sky like sparks from faulty power lines and made me scream in excitement. Benson had his arm around my waist as we ran, as if he didn't want me left behind.

When we arrived at the hotel's entrance, we stopped getting beat. Its awning was large enough to shield us. We remained outside and laughed at our situation, almost as if the whole thing was the beautiful end to a show, a memorable performance from a comedian.

"Come on in baby," George said softly to me and opened the glass door. I walked through, followed by the boys.

The hotel's reception area was grand and spacious. I felt I could shout and receive echoes as response. It was gold-theme and safe. We could no longer hear the ravaging rain outside. A receptionist ran towards us. "Do you need towels?" she said.

"No, we'll be fine," George replied. "We'll wash up and dry ourselves in our room. Thanks a lot."

"Let me get your reprogrammed card keys then," said the receptionist. She walked around the tall golden counter and sat before her computer. And her fingers flew unnaturally fast over her keyboard.

I didn't want to think too much about the "washing up" part which George had just mentioned. I stood before one of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors on the wall and danced. I watched my reflection dance too. My hair was wet on my head and glued to my forehead like lovely dead grass. I saw in the mirror that Benson was staring at my legs and maybe butt but I just kept dancing until he got embarrassed, looked at my reflection's face and started to laugh at it. I also looked at his own reflection's face and did the same.

George and I are age mates and were a year older than Benson. Benson lost his mom at birth and later his dad to an accident, so he had to be raised by George's parents who decided to join a new pack five years back. But you'd hardly know. Both boys have gone beyond being cousins to being brothers and best friends. The family had to join another pack because ours wasn't making good policies on our wellbeing as wolves, and this became self-evident after the family moved and started making it big. George and Benson were now heirs to a multimillion-dollar empire.

"Ready?" George said after the plastic key card was handed to him.

"Yup," I replied and walked behind the cousins towards an elevators' door.

I was almost choked with scenty goodness after the elevator door closes and it started rising. Last time the boys left, they were seventeenth. Now we were in our very early twenties. Is it possible they were my fated mates but my mate bond with Alpha Dreads' was masking it? I could smell the boys scent too clearly. Like bacon and refreshly made coffee and peppermint. The elevator took us to the tenth floor and halted.

We kept joking and speaking aloud and laughing as though the rain had made us drunk. George swiped his keycard against the detector and the door eased open.

We walked in and I was greeted by a pristinely-clean room. It feels like a computer-generated image. George immediately went towards the telephone to a make a call, Benson started taking off his wet shirt and I took several steps towards the window opposite the entrance, pushing the curtains aside to reveal the misty view of the city beneath us. I couldn't see the horizon though. It was raining so hard. The droplets on the window glass merging into themselves and gracefully snaked down the glass surface.

"The hotel has a boutique," George said after dropping his call. "I just called in to order another dress for you. You'll need a dry one when you have to leave."

"You ordered me a dress without my consent!" I protested. "How do you know it's too big or two small?"

"We know your body size," a shirtless Benson said. He had curly hairs on his chest. I didn't like hairs on chests, but this one felt like I wanted to stretch my hand and feel them. Next he reached for his belt and unclipped it, pulling it off his shorts. "Beyond that," he continued. "We still have the mental map of your body, the contours and curves and birthmarks."

"Oh shut up," I said and rolled my eyes.

He laughed like a drunk and pulled off his boxers next. He was now starkly naked in the room like it wasn't a big deal. I couldn't see his thing. He was backing me. But I could see his wide back and the well-built muscles of his buttocks as he walked towards the bathroom.

There was a little plastic horse on the table on one of the couple of tables around. Just before Benson disappeared behind the bathroom's door, I picked the little toy horse up and threw it straight at him, glad that it actually landed on his behind. "Bull's-eye!" I screamed in excitement.

"Why are you throwing stuff at me?!" he protested.

"Have some decency, moron," I screamed back at him before he walked off into the bathroom.

The moment I sat down on a wooden chair, George came to me. He lowered his face as if trying to whisper. "You need a warm bath so you don't get cold."

"I guess I do," I said, feeling suddenly dizzy from his face near mine. It was as though nothing had changed. Without warning, George brought his lips to mine and kissed me. Then he withdrew his face backwards a bit and searched my eyes for approval. I lowered my gaze to his lips and lifted my head, so he continued to kiss me. I sucked on his upper lip and he sucked on my lower lip. I was breathless and fainty. I needed him to hold me in place, even if I was sitting on a chair.

He stopped kissing and held me by my hand, helping me get on my feet. "Let's have a warm bath together then," he said. "It has been a while."

"What's your plan?" I burst out laughing near his mouth. "You want to see someone's wife and mate naked?"

"Exactly," he admitted. "I want to see you naked. Just out of curiosity." He looked at my chest. "I need to see how much those breasts have changed. Are they still as firm as they used to be? Are your n*****s still pointy?"

"What will you do when you find out they aren't as firm as they used to be?" I whispered from hot breaths. Tension was building and growing in my belly at the thoughts of going naked before anyone soon. "You'll want me less for saggy boobs?'

"I don't want you for your boobs," he said and brought his fingers beneath the strap of my wet dress. "Like I said, it's only curiosity."

He lifted the straps and pulled each down my shoulder. When they got lowered enough to see my chest, he pulled out one of my breasts from my bra and was making love to it. "God," he muttered under his breath, as if he couldn't believe his eyes. Then he bent and started to suck on me.

My heart raced like I was in the middle of a relay. His lips on my n****e was spreading sweet sensations from the spot to the rest of my body. I was shivering so bad and yet wanted more.

I held his head closely to my chest and looked out the window at the droplets. Tears built up slowly in my eyes and I sniffed, as if trying to hold it back.

George noticed and stopped. Great concern took over his face. "Hey, are you okay? Did I just violate you?"

"No, it's not you," I replied and wiped the tears from my eyes. "It's just..."

I stopped talking and shielded my face with my palms so he wouldn't see my cry. "It's just that I feel trapped. I really want to leave the alpha. They've stolen my life from me. I have to be bahave like some Luna, when in truth I only want to return to my farm. I miss the sheep, the cows, the wet sand and the sight and scent of new born calves. This isn't my life. When last did he even make love to me? He makes me feel useless."

"Hey, hey," George reached out and grabbed me fully into himself. It worked, because I suddenly felt safe in those very-veined arms. I felt cozy, warm and desired. "You're fine, okay?" he said reassuringly and ran his fingers gently through my hair. "Now, our bath," he continued. "You're getting too cold for my liking."

He turned me around and unzipped the gown from my back. In no time, I stood naked before him and he whisked me off my feet into his arms. He watched my full chest giggle as he moved towards the bathroom where Benson was currently at.