Imprinted by Two Alphas

"Don't do anything against Lucas' will," my mother whispered. I glanced at her in surprise after hearing what she had said. What exactly does she mean by that? We recently concluded our parent-organized engagement celebration for us both. Lucas and I had no intention of getting married, but the Alpha forced us to do so. I had heard of Lucas' allegedly planned marriage from an early age, and I knew that my parents had approved of it. Now as we grow older, I recognize the flaws of that arrangement. It's as if we were robots who simply had to do what our parents wanted. They all directed us to the car. I went inside first, followed by Lucas, who then shut the door. We made room between each other by sitting on opposite sides. The driver immediately began the car engine, giving us the idea that we would finally depart the location. I have no thoughts where the driver will take us, but this man beside me does because his parents organized the entire arrangement. Perhaps they provided him a hint about where the driver would take us. At last the car stopped just in front of a white two-story house. As soon as the driver informed us that we had finally reached our location, Lucas got out of the car and left me behind, forgetting that I was with him. What a gentleman! I closed the door and got out of the car by myself. I knew he would never even try to help me, as if he cared. I gazed around the area. Despite its simplicity, the house has a tranquil atmosphere. A large tree stood next to the house. The area was surrounded with lanterns, which produced a lovely view. I could hear the sound of the water running from the little fountain in front of the house. Lucas didn't wait for me and proceeded directly to the house entrance. I rolled my eyes at him, then followed him inside. When we both entered the house, we noticed a large chandelier in the living room. "Madam Theresa! Where are you?" he yelled as he took off his coat. An old woman rushed up to him. Respectfully, she bowed. "Yes, Master Lucas?" she inquired. "Take care of this woman and teach her about my house rules," he answered harshly. Then he departed from us and headed straight upstairs. What I had just heard from him had left me speechless. He just addressed me rudely. I understand I shouldn't expect anything from him, but what he just said was disrespectful! After that, Madam Theresa and I just stared at one other. The woman bowed to me and smiled. I sighed in disbelief after that. "Did you just hear what he called me?" I asked. "I think we would do the orientation tomorrow. For now, you can proceed to your room and rest," she responded. I was at last relieved when she said those words. So, we wouldn't be sharing the same room, which is the best news I've heard all day. I walked with Madam Theresa all the way to my room, but as I did, I noticed that the route was the same as Lucas'. Standing before the threshold of my sadness, my happiness gradually disappeared. Before entering the room, I turned to Madam Theresa, who was standing behind me. "Madam, is there any other room in this house where I could spend the night? We weren't married yet, so why would I stay in the same room as him?" "I'm sorry, Miss Bella, but even though there is, Mr. Dyson, your father-in-law, strictly gave us the instructions that you must share the same room with the Master," she replied, and left. With no other option, I went into the room. As I shut the door, I saw the queen-sized bed right in front of me. Following a few more steps, I came to another room with a large wardrobe stocked with men's clothing. This closet is undoubtedly his, and to my astonishment, I discovered my things neatly folded in the one next to it. I looked around the entire place with a bitter smile. I genuinely wish to thank my parents for their excellent work in organizing this catastrophe. "What are you doing here?" I turned to face him and was taken aback to see him using a towel to dry his hair while partially nude. He didn't even care that I was staring at him in that manner when he was standing in front of me. I felt ashamed for him, so I turned back against him. "Don't you have any plans to wear any decent clothes? Or at least put your shirt on?" I sarcastically remarked, attempting to shake the memory of what I witnessed a few seconds before. The man next to my ear said, "What if I don't want to?" That made my eyelids flutter with surprise. I realized he was too near to me and was simply standing behind me. My heart began to pound loudly, and I could feel the coldness in his voice as he spoke. The only way I could get out of the situation was to brush him aside, run to the restroom, and close the door. I don't want to see his face right now. As I faced the mirror and the tub in front of me, I began taking a bath to get rid of the toxicity in my entire being so that I could focus and consider what I needed to do next to survive this night with that jerk. After I finished my bath, I wrapped myself in a towel and made sure I didn't make a scene while leaving the bathroom. I carefully opened the door and silently looked around to see where he was. I spotted him there, fast asleep on the bed. I let out a long sigh and made the decision to finally go out of the room and get some sleep. I stood in front of the queen-sized bed, while the man had no idea I was looking for another place to sleep other than beside him in bed. But no matter what I do, not even a mattress can help. I shook my head in frustration, refusing to believe that I would sleep on a cold floor with only a pillow because he had already used the blanket. "Do you really think I would be interested in you with that kind of body? Never," he said abruptly, shielding his eyes with his arm. This time he is dressed in a white shirt. After that, I scoffed at myself in disbelief. "Don't worry, same here," I replied. He smirked and turned away from me. I had no choice but to accept the fact that I would be spending the night with him in a queen-size bed. I let out a sigh as I laid in bed, aware that Lucas was inches from me. I understand that I'm the Luna of the pack, but do I really have to stay with the man I despise? Our parents have high hopes for both of us, despite the fact that we both know this will not work out. They pushed us to enter into this deal. They believed that by doing so, both of us would leave an imprint on each other before marriage. But, for me, that would never happen. I despised everything about this guy, whom they called the "next Alpha King." I never wanted to be his Luna, and I could guarantee that I would never, ever form a special connection with him!