Supreme Alpha's Obsession

Chapter One

This is finally happening Sheila!’ Winter exclaimed, happily.

Sheila chuckled slightly as she alighted from the Uber and made her way to her destination. She made a deliberate effort to fix her makeup as she walked past the huge mirror that stood in the living room.

Briefly, she paused at the door to the masterroom and inhaled sharply. The knee-length coral gown with slits that stopped mid-thigh, it had a V-shaped neckline which hugged her body and a Victoria’s Secret perfume gave her a heavenly scent.

“Finally Winter, we’ll consummate our bond with our mate!” Sheila excitedly muttered to her wolf.

The door creaked silently as she opened it but she froze after taking two steps, vividly hearing noises coming from the room.

‘Yes…oh god yes! Come on Lionel..’

‘Do you like this?’

Sheila felt her heart stop for a second as the lewd moaning rented the air. Under the dim light, she saw her mate aggressively pounding into another woman, both drunk in bliss and didn’t see her. She fumbled for the light switch and turned it on.

“Sheila.” Lionel gasped, noticing his mate.

Sheila chuckled sadistically, she briefly looked at the woman whose eyes were smug and held mockery and contempt then turned on her heels and left. Sheila ignored all screams of her name and ran as fast as her legs could take her.

She crossed the roads haphazardly, almost running into cars and as she ran, her vision clouded by the tears in her eyes, the pain in her heart resonated louder than the one in the sky, accompanied by a heavy rainfall.

‘Sheila calm down!’ Winter yelled but Sheila heard none of it as her knees finally gave way to the ground and she crashed. She cried bitterly, clenching her dress tightly and her screams were drowned by the rain.

Thunder they say, do not strike the same place twice but in her case, it did; three times. At midnight, the rain had stopped but the pain only intensified and Sheila manged to drag herself up to a bar where she downed shots after shots of tequila.

‘Sheila, you’re hurting us.’ Winter reminded her.

Sheila momentarily disabled the mind link, wanting to mourn the loss of her mate, again. As she sauntered to her feet, drunk on her sorrow, the bartender stared daggers at her. She laughed hysterically and yanked off her engagement ring and threw it on the counter.

“This should cover my expenses right?” she asked, sarcastically before walking out with a bottle of alcohol in one hand.

She drank, laughed and cried at her misery and ended up walking through a dark alley. A scuffle in the distance attracted her and she went to check it out.

“Help.” A low masculine voice called out.

Sheila scoffed and gave the man a little kick. “You men are all the same, lying and pathetic!” She spat viciously and began to walk away.

Soon, she saw a group of men from afar, seeming to search for someone.

“I saw him run towards this direction, he must be around, find him!” one of the men growled.

Sheila panicked, seeing that the man was in real danger, she instantly ran back to him and engulfed him in an hug. Dimly, she could see he was seriously injured, he held on to his abdomen which bled profusely and the men were closer.

“Help me.” The man pleaded and something stirred inside of Sheila.

Without thinking, she tossed the bottle away and did the least rational thing ever, she crashed her lips on the man’s, kissing him roughly. He let out a low groan as she caressed his body, pressing against his injured frame.

The men had now reached them, Sheila deepened the kiss and began straddling him, blocking his face with her body, moaning.

“Just two tramps, it’s not him.” The leader informed the others and they hurried off.

Sure they were now alone, Sheila attempted to pull away from the man but he grabbed her by the waist.

“What’re you doing?” Sheila asked, startled.

“Where do you think you’re going? Finish what you started.” The man demanded. “You’re mine.”

Sheila wanted to retort and slap his face for being ungrateful but he had pulled her further in and synchronized his lips with hers and it felt good as Winter howled happily in her head.

She let herself go, letting the man take full control of her body, pleasing her in ways she never knew existed, afterall; her mate slept with her sister, sleeping with a total stranger was nothing compared to it.

In the darkness, the two bodies formed a union, driving the other to a cliff of pleasure, a forbidden passion in the weirdest of places.

As Sheila stirred and her eyes opened, she realized she had fallen asleep after her session with the stranger, she quietly slipped away but before she left, she peered at his face, determined to forget it. He was sleeping peacefully and looked a lot better so she left, without a word.

‘Why did you just leave Sheila? We were intimate with him.’ Winter challenged her as she took a warm shower, still hung over.

“We both know how it ends Winter, let it be.” Sheila assured her wolf.

“But there’s no harm trying-‘

“I know what you’re insinuating Winter but no, you only get three mates throughout your lifetime, Lionel was my last chance.” Sheila barked then sighed.

She completed her morning routine in silence, the reality of her loss dawning on her and she tried to convince herself it wouldn’t hurt but it did so she just cried herself to bed.

That evening, she got out of bed and headed to Carla’s house, grudgingly as she needed to get an important file from her for work. As she pulled over in the parking lot, she laughed sadistically to herself, not knowing how to face her own blood sister who betrayed her, again.

Sheila recounted how Carla had ruined all her past relationship, she slept with her first mate, made her second mate leave her and now, Lionel. Sheila sighed and proceeded into the house and headed for Carla’s room.

She ignored the ridiculously loud banging sound she heard and walked into the room, instantly regretting it. In front of her was Tyler, Ryker and Carla; all three of them, naked.

Tyler held Carla from behind, Tyler had his little john in her mouth, they were in their way, pounding into her and she screamed in ecstasy.

“Carla!” Sheila yelled as her eyes widened in shock while they were startled by her presence, shame flushed on their faces.

Carla looked at her sister tauntingly and smirked. “Sheila, you’re here?” She commented, panting.

Sheila was flooded with tons of emotions, betrayal, pain, frustration, bitterness, desperation. Her eyes reddened, tears welling in them and she clenched her fist, Carla didn’t look remorseful.

“How could you?” Sheila uttered, her voice shaky.

“Are you ready for some freaky session?“

Sheila turned her attention towards the new comer who was oblivious to her presence as he emerged from the bathroom. She chuckled seeing who it was, her already broken heart shattered completely.

“Lionel.” She called out.

Without waiting for a response, she turned around, finding it almost impossible to breathe. She thought it was a one time thing, her bad luck when her first mate left her for her sister, and then her second mate, now Lionel?