Supreme Alpha's Obsession

Chapter Four

‘You’re mine Sheila and I’m never letting you go.’

‘Who are you?’ she managed to ask, her breath raspy.

‘Your man.’

Sheila woke up with a soft gasp, a bead of sweat broke off her forehead and she sighed, her body twitched slightly as she descended from the bed and headed to the washroom.

‘Get it together Sheila, it’s just a dream.’ Sheila chastised herself as she splashed lukewarm water on her face.

It’s been a week since the incidence, since she walked out or rather was carried out away from the presence of the McQueens and most importantly, since her hot passionate session with him.

‘Liam.’ Sheila muttered, scrubbing off invisible dirt from her body, allowing the name to easily roll of her tongue.

After her passionate kiss with him, he had fed her dinner and sang a lullaby until she fell asleep and when she woke up the next morning, he was gone and only left a message; Need to attend an urgent meeting, I’ll see you soon. Do whatever you want, the world is yours.

Nothing had ever made her felt so secure and in control. True to his word, she did everything she wanted to, ate the most expensive and rare dishes, travelled to Italy for some spaghetti Bolognese, to Britain for some gelato and finally Japan just for the fun of it all in one week.

For some unknown reason, Sheila didn’t hold back and Liam encouraged her. When she was alone, she thought long and hard about Liam’s identity and background but he felt nothing which was an obvious red flag but she somehow fell comfortable with it all.

“Jocelyn told me you do not like the clothes in your wardrobe.” Liam asked Sheila, over the video call.

“They’re beautiful but not exactly my style.” Sheila confessed.

“Oh, I see. Is there any boutique or emporium you’d like to shop from?”

“Yes! Louis Vuitton just opened the biggest emporium right here in the city and I’d love to get a gown thee but it might be expensive so I’ll just visit their departmental store.”

“Great! I’ll tell Kylan to drive you there whenever you’re ready.”

The excitement on Sheila’s face was priceless for Liam and they talked for five minutes more before he had to attend to some important business. Kylan was scheduled to drive her to the store later that evening and against all sense of reasoning, Sheila decided to visit her workplace.

“You have some nerves showing your face in here!” Carla’s voice boomed the moment Sheila stepped in there.

Sheila rolled her eyes, tired of the drama. “I’m just here to work Carla, don’t make a scene.

Carla scoffed. “After you embarrassed my man and ran away with that lunatic for a week, you have no place here, leave.”

“Carla, don’t be dramatic, I am a member of this family, you can’t throw me out.” Sheila retorted.

“But I can!”

Sheila turned around to see her parents walking in, Pricilla slapped her right before she could say a word. “You unfilial, ungrateful wench!”

“Mom.”

“You have two options, either kneel and beg for mercy from Lionel and your sister or you’re no longer a part of the family!” Priscilla yelled, bitterly.

Tears stung Sheila’s eyes and she trembled. “Mom, you can’t disown me, we’re family.”

“Not until you plead for mercy from your sister!”

Sheila laughed sarcastically, running her fingers through her hair in frustration. She was tired of trying to fix things. She walked away afterwards, bursting tears as she got into the car.

“Are you alright Ma’am?” Kylan asked, worriedly.

“I’m fine.” Sheila lied, sobbing. She rushed to the store’s washroom as they arrived, adding touches to her makeup to cover up her swollen face.

Meanwhile; in a far corner, a phone call was made.

“Lock down the entire place, I want only her there, send an invitation to the McQueen, I have a score to settle.”

Sheila was too sad to notice she was the only one in the entire store and went back home after few hours of shopping.

An invitation was sent to her and Liam called to inform her she would be hosting it on his behalf owing to the fact that he was absent. Sheila agreed to it, knowing she had nothing else to do.

On D-day, Liam had called ahead in the morning and briefed her on what to do and how to do it and also wrote her a welcome address speech, she had a hand-woven custom made dress by the most famous French seamstress delivered to her and a limited edition Versace heels and emerald green diamond necklace to complete the outfit.

When she stepped out of the Rose de voiture that night, the paparazzi swarm around her like she was the queen bee and praised her looks. The bodyguards accompanied her inside and she gave the welcoming speech which earned her applauses.

“Devin, why is there so many people here tonight and they’re all big shots?” Sheila asked him.

“It’s because today is the official reveal of the supreme Alpha, only the most important werewolves and even Lycans, faes and fairies are here tonight, if you’re here then you’re a big shot.” Devin explained.

“Yes, so how did you get here?” Carla’s mocking voice interrupted and Sheila was shocked.

“Car-carla, you’re here?” Sheila stuttered, shocked.

“Did you sleep with another dirty old man to get here?” Lionel added in, sarcastically.

Sheila frowned. “What are you doing here?”

“Should say the same for you!” Carla spat.

Sheila snickered and shook her head. “I’m not doing this.” She remarked with a gentle wave of her hand but Carla caught her arm and tore a portion of her dress, exposing her chest.

People nearby gasped and soon gathered around for the cat-fight. Sheila felt violated and embarrassed.

“How about you tell us all, sister, how you got here and even delivered the speech when it’s widely known that only Alpha Melbourne or his Luna would do it.” Carla demanded.

“Knock it off Carla.” Sheila uttered, dismissively and tried to leave once again but this time; Lionel grabbed her arm and yanked her back.

“She’s talking to you, don’t you dare walk out.” Lionel growled.

“Don’t you all find it weird that this lowly and shameless werewolf who couldn’t keep a man because she’s cursed is now speaking on behalf of the supreme alpha? She once tried to seduce my mate and now she’s impersonating the supreme Luna” Carla asked, generally, stirring up the people.

“What are you talking about?” Sheila retorted.

“Oh Sister, is this what the grief of being without a mate has turned you to? Hateful, delusional and fraudulent?” Carla asked, softly.

“Don’t be pretentious! Get away from me.” Sheila retorted but the guests were murmuring and throwing her dirty looks, Sheila felt violated and humiliated, no one was there to rescue her.

She tried to make a run for it but Carla held her back.

“Welcome to hell, sister.” Carla leaned in and whispered.

Tears rolled down Sheila’s cheeks, fear cascading her heart but all of a sudden, crackling of bones could be heard and Carla let out a yelp of pain, retracting away from Sheila.

“Didn’t I tell you to never lay your hands on her?” Liam asked, visibly angry before slapping Carla hard across the face. “That’s what you get for upsetting her.”

Sheila breathed a sigh of relief, joy filled her heart seeing him and his expression softened as he pulled off his jacket and put it on her instead. “I’m sorry I’m late, last minute plans.”