THE ALPHA'S FORBIDDEN FRUIT

JANE'S POV Cabot leaned into me and I, in turn, leaned against the wall, almost becoming one with it. " I learned that before the goddess fates two wolves to be mates, one must at least have a soft spot for the other. Does that mean you like me?" he asked me, his eyes glinting with mischief. I didn't know how to respond to his question. I didn't like him until recently, when he recently told me I was his mate. Now that our fates are intertwined, to say I liked him would be the understatement of the year. He woke butterflies in my belly and I wanted nothing but to have him in my sight at all times. I almost gagged from shock when Cabot unexpectedly pressed his lips very hard against mine, slamming the door shut at my thoughts. He worked his way around my lips until my gritted teeth parted of their own accord. I felt his tongue in every part of my mouth and the blazing warmth set my heart on fire. He kissed me long enough for day to turn into night. Then, he abruptly detached from me, the hollow look back into his gaze. "There's a satisfaction that should come with kissing your mate. Did you find it in our kiss?" he asked me, as if he wanted me to dig my own grave with the binary questions he kept throwing my way. Before my clouded head could think of what to respond with, he shot a swift glance at the door and I could see his ears twitch rapidly. "Someone is coming," he announced. We have unfinished business and don't you dare tell anyone about our mating bond", he finished. I nodded more times than I should have, as if for better effect. Cabot should never have been worried about me speaking of him being my mate. I was more worried about him telling Natalie, his girlfriend. As if just realizing that he had to move for me to be able to move, he stepped back one pace and I stealthily slid past him. In a few strides, I was outside Natalie's room where the whole kiss had happened. I descended the stairs where I met Aida halfway down. She quizzed me critically with her questioning gaze. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her along with me into the kitchen. "Thank you!", I said and then released my breath that, until that moment, I hadn't realized I was holding. "The pleasure is mine. Was it really painful?," she asked me, her eyes pulling me in for a warm embrace. "No... No, he did not reject me". When Cabot showed up at the house and asked me to go into Natalie's room, I was so sure it was so that he would reject me. Aida and I agreed she would walk towards Natalie's room once I'd been gone for five minutes, in order to make him stop hitting me in case he resorted to that. I'd only been there for three minutes when she sprang into action. "Really? So what did he do if he didn't reject you?," she impatiently queried. "I... I don't know. It almost seemed like he was going to mark me his mate. And then, it suddenly didn't seem like it anymore." I watched as Aida's eyes widened, more pressure, and they would fall from their sockets. "He what?! So why did you thank me? You should be breaking my head for causing a distraction. I thought I was interrupting an intense beating. You mean he didn't beat you?" "No, he didn't. He kissed me" She did the eye thing again. "Careful, your eyes look like they will fall off", I half-heartedly jested. " If they did, it'd only be more proof that this is nothing but a dream. Cabot kissed you?" "Shhh. Anyone could hear you", I cautioned. Aida took heed, not oblivious to the fact that everyone in the manor had heightened hearing. Except me, of course, the late bloomer. "I'll look around to be sure no one was eavesdropping", she offered, to which I nodded in agreement. I turned on the gas, placed a huge pot on fire and added a precise amount of oil. Once the noise from the oil dissipated, I poured in the onions I'd been chopping before Cabot sent for me. Aida was my best friend, and she was worth it in every sense of the world. I could trust only her with such a revelation. If anyone learned of the kiss, I would be dead for sure. Natalie had already subjected me to torture for no just cause, and she got away with it each time. I'd be dead meat if anyone told her I had been kissed by her boyfriend. After Beta Mae found me in the woods when I was an infant, she took me home, and I became her daughter's personal maid from the moment I could walk. Even though we were of the same age, it's safe to say I practically raised Natalie. I used to bathe her, clean her up after she was done pooping, brush her teeth, spoonfeed her, and I was enrolled into school just so I could learn to read her bedtime stories. When she clocked eighteen and asked her Beta father for a house, he granted her request and I moved into that place with her. Big as the house is, I only have a small store for my room. I was literally her nanny. One would think we would be close as a result, but we were a far cry from being close. She was my greatest nightmare. I knew it was all shades of wrong to nurse feelings for her boyfriend. I would have rejected him if I had the nerve to even call out his name in his presence, but I didn't, and for some reason, I hoped he wouldn't reject me. Only he could protect me from Natalie and give me an opportunity to live a normal life. I hadn't asked for Cabot, however, I'd asked for a very powerful mate and Cabot best fit that description as far as our pack is concerned. Although the goddess went a bit over the edge, I couldn't blame her for answering my prayers. "A penny for your thoughts?", Aida loudly said as she returned into the kitchen, startling me. I was stirring the onions on fire when she spoke. In my shock, I emptied the hot mixture on my legs and let out a silent scream as the bone-chilling pain engulfed my entire being. "Why would you sneak up on me like that?!", I hissed, aggressively shoving her out as she tried to come close. She fell on her knees, crawled towards me and made a frantic effort to wipe my legs clean of the oil. It only aggravated my condition, so I screamed at her to stop. "I'm so sorry, Jane Doe" Yeah, my name is Jane Doe. Beta Mae was really creative in naming me. Aida always stopped at Jane, her tongue must have slipped from how worried she was. "I had no idea you were busy with something hot. I would never have done that, trust me. I am so, so sorry," she said, her voice trailing off. "I'm in the kitchen, of course I'm dealing with something hot!", I snapped, still writhing in pain. Aida told me to take the day off as she would cover up for me, seeing that my leg was burnt pretty badly. I laid on my mat that night fantasizing about what it would feel like to finally sleep in a bed, what it would feel like to have someone to protect me and love me as though his life depended on it. Even though my imagination was known exclusively by me and so, could run wild, the fear of Natalie wouldn't let me imagine Cabot being that man. I heard my door softly creak open, and I sat up promptly, scared to my bone marrow. Did Natalie hear my thoughts? As I scanned the darkness, a mysterious silhouette of a person gradually materialized before my eyes. "I wasn't thinking of him, I swear to goddess," I said aloud in a voice so shaky, it sounded like a frog was stuck in my throat. "I see you've been thinking about me too", I heard an all too familiar voice say, then walked up to me. Cabot found my lips in the pitch-dark room and kissed me with such urgency. I fell back on the mat as it became impossibly tasking to remain on my knees with his huge body pressing hard against my slim frame. This allowed him more room to fondle my breasts until he took them out of my sagged bra. "Arrggghhh. I can't resist you!", he growled pleasurably. I winced in painful pleasure as his c**k poked my lap, giving me knowledge of how very hard I made him. "I want you", he breathed raggedly into my ears. For a moment, my heart raced with the possibility that he was finding his way to my neck to mark me his mate. To that gesture of his, I gave my full concentration, hardly processing the fact that his fingers just successfully slid my panties to the side, exposing my v****a to his hands. "Have you ever done this?", he said, releasing his breath on my neck. "No", I innocently replied. "Keeping yourself for me, huh? I'll make it worth it", he vowed, strolling a finger up and down my c******s. "You like this?", he asked. I merely grunted in response. "I can tell you do. You're pouring" I spread my legs wider, loving every bit of the strange things he was doing to me. "I can't resist you", he breathed into my neck. He gathered my coffee brown hair in his left hand, causing my neck to be bare. This is the moment, I thought. "You're mine, Jane. To f**k and do as I so please. I want you", he enunciated each word slowly. Then he proceeded to run his tongue through my neck and I knew exactly what was next. My head reflexively bent to the side, revealing a longer neck as a loud unspoken consent for him to mark me his mate. Suddenly, the door was pushed open.