Rejecting Alpha Dreads

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Rob’s wine glass dropped from his grip and smashed to pieces, each piece skidding in all directions across the tiles.

He doubled over and winced in pain, pressing his palms against his forehead. The door must have caught him somewhere close to his left eye.

I didn’t wait for the aftermath. I was alone with him in the bathroom. If I stayed, I was in trouble. My wolf Betty was a born-fighter. As a bloodline of my pack, I might not be the strongest. But compared to members of other packs, weaklings from ours were usually at par with some of the strongest from theirs. At any rate, though, I hadn’t tested my fighting skills. As someone who abhorred violence, I figured I must flee the restroom right that instant, so I took off, leaving the rascal there to deal with his agony.

In less than a minute, I had rejoined the pool party. There were no free recliners anymore. A girl and her lover had occupied the one I had laid on. They were in each other’s isolated world already, sharing kisses. Already, he had removed her lingerie and she was in G-strings only. The place was becoming what I thought it would be. I looked around for Dreads who was nowhere to be found. It was obviously time for me to head to my room, especially before Rob would emerge from the restroom to confront me. I wouldn’t want a fracas that would make him spill my hotel secrets to everyone here.

Enough for the night.

Steeling myself, I turned around to leave. Just as soon as I took my first step, I was greeted by sudden shock. He was as solid and unmovable as a wall I didn’t know was there. I gasped and froze and relaxed. My husband smelled of alcohol and other women. The odor was sharp in my nostrils, my senses seeming to distinguish the scent of every single girl that had touched him that night. “Where have you been,” Dreads asked gently from his preternaturally deep voice

“Went to use the restroom,” I said, clearing my throat. “I feel tired and sleepy Dreads. I’d like to back to my room.”

“Why didn’t you come first and tell me you needed to visit the restroom? I was right here with you?” he asked, ignoring my plea for rest.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know I’d stay that long,” I replied. “My tummy hurts from all that wine. I need to rest and I’ll be fine.”

“This night is dedicated to you,” he said. “What’s the use of a party when its celebrant is absent?”

He turned around and screamed for attention for probably the third time this might. People paused their activities and stared at him. “Something unfortunate happened to my mate yesterday,” he started and I immediately lost composure.

In my head, I was like, oh no. There he goes.

“Bastard rogues fcked my wife,” he screamed, grabbed a glass from nearby and smashed it on the ground. Everyone kept staring while I stood transfixed on the spot, wandering where he was going with this and why the information had to be shared this publicly.

“I have sent out instructions to find the fckers,” he said, holding out his right fist close to his face. “And when I do find them, I would place them on stakes.” Few people nodded. One random dude said yes. “I would skin them alive.” Several dudes echoed yes now, a little louder than the first had muttered. “And I would feed their carcasses to vultures.” Everyone screamed in solidarity this time around as the sound of clinking glasses filled the air. Someone jumped out of their seat and punched the space above his head for effect. The place was a madhouse.

By this time, Beta Rob had emerged from the restroom with a side of his forehead visibly red and swollen. He wasn’t putting on his perpetual sarcastic smile. He was staring angrily at me.

“So,” Dreads continued and waved his hand in my direction. “Take a good look at my lovely wife. Those horrible wolves owned her for a moment, but I have chosen tonight to reclaim her. Whose with me?!”

They all screamed.

Dreads came closer to me. ”What are doing?” I asked with my heart in my sleeves.

“Reclaiming you?” he replied.

“What does that mean?” I asked in fear.

“Get in the pool. Your husband wants to fck you,” he replied.

“No I won’t,” I snapped. The first time ever I was saying no to his request to his face. But he tightened his fist and stared angrily at me until I swore I could almost see fire in his eyes.

I blinked my gaze off his face and walked past him towards the pool. Just at the edge, I let my button up nightgown down, and for the first time revealed lots of skin. My phone was in the gown’s pocket. I hoped Benson wouldn’t call anytime soon as I made my way into the pool’s section where only my head and neck would be above water.

Dreads got into the water and grabbed me by my hair, to the delight of watching eyes. He led me to a shallower part where only my knees were covered with water. We were both by the pool’s edge. I looked down at his boxer shorts and he’d gotten rock-solid beneath it.

Steeling myself, I prepared for the worst. Several other girls were in the pool, watching the whole thing. Some had begun romancing themselves in anticipation of how wild the night was about to get. I’d never had s*x in public. The furthest I’d gone was with two people in the privacy of our own enclosure. I didn’t know how this would feel. Dreads got behind me, pressing my back to make sure I was properly bent over. He shifted the G-string to the side and slowly inserted himself into me. The wetness of our skins made it easier. He started the motion of banging, unhurriedly at first, increasing the pace as he went.

The place instantly went haywire. It was the cue everyone else needed to get in the mood and start theirs. Girls stripped and boys followed suit. Dreads reached for the knot of my bikini top behind my back, letting it loose. I supported the bikini cups in front of me just so my breasts weren’t bared, but Dreads pulled entire piece of cloth off my grip and flung it far to our left. I watched it bop on the surface of the little water waves as Dreads went crazy behind me.

Few girls came around to touch him, grabbing him by the butt and helping him maintain his rhyme of thrusts. But they were the least of my concerns. Right now, several meters ahead of me, Beta Rob sat by a recliner and was already naked. He purposely chose that one just to have a proper view. He held his c o c k in his hand and maintained an observatory facial expression while looking straight at my dangling breasts. It was like the entire show had been prearranged for him alone. A certain girl approached him, attempting to sit on his lap, but he shoved her off for blocking his view.

If Dreads planned to turn me into a w***e (like he had done with my maid Felicia), he just succeeded. I just got the full license to be one, just not with him though, but with my real mates back at my pack.

I now had a concrete reason to cheat even if I got found out. He caused it. The blame wasn’t on me. I only did mine out of retaliation, but I swore to the goddess that I was going to retaliate really well, not just with my body, but with blood.

I was thinking these thoughts and still staring at Rob doing his thing when Dreads reached the height of his idiocy. I thought if you had s e x regularly, orgasms should be something familiar to you, something that should maybe elicit a couple of grunts and you’re back to normal. But he groaned out loud like it was his first time, withdrawing from me and pouring his load on the skin of my butt. Immediately, some of the girls rushed behind me. They lowered their faces to the level of my behind in an attempt to lick up the geez. I stood up straight and gave the nearest one a wet slap, prompting others to instantly stay off.

Rather than cause a fracas, however, it amused them. Even the slapped girl was laughing. I walked to where my top had been tossed while letting the deeper part of the water float the jeez off my skin. I picked my top up and stepped out of the pool. Not bothering to adjust the straps of my bikini bottom which had been shifted, I looked around for my nightgown, but it was no longer where I left it.

I thought I should simply let it go and head to the safety of my room, but someone approached me with it. Gamma Reynolds, the chubby introvert, had been kind enough to pick it up. He handed it over to me, avoiding my eyes probably out of respect. “Thanks,” I said. He simply bowed and turned away. I put on my nightgown and walked past two couples who were still at it, the girl screaming like the pleasure she was getting might kill her, and she needed rescuing.

Dreads was no longer mindful of me. One of the girls had taken him fully in her mouth and was sucking all of my juice off his hairy blubber.

The happiest person in the basement remained Rob, who was unclothed and was obviously delighted that I had seen him unclothed, because currently he sat up on his recliner and was watching every move I made towards the basement’s exit, while maintaining a wide smile across his face and rubbing his c*m across his own length. He came to the sight of me getting pounded. That must be one hell of a dream come true. But, by the moon goddess who was watching us all, I would replace those dreams with nightmares.