Rejected By My Mate, Knotted By His Alpha Daddy

002: I NEED YOU

♡☆CANDACE ♡☆

"Get out."

Alpha Luca muttered. His gaze was dark and condescending. His thick d**k now shrouded by the velvet smoking robe he pulled on. Yet, it was hard to look away.

"Did you not hear our Alpha? You stupid omega!" His slut, a lady in her thirties barked at me, eyes smoldering. Her big, round upturned t**s red. Red from the aesthetic lights.

I inhaled deeply. My entire body quivering as I moved slightly to retrieve the ice bucket, my pulse thumping erratically. My c**t welcoming this distraction.

"Not you Candace." Alpha Luca's words stopped me mid-step, and my heart dropped to my feet. Turning to the nameless bimbo he growled, "Excuse us."

Disappointment clung to her sexually frustrated face as she flashed me a hard glare, then fled barefoot, palmprints visible on her ass cheeks.

Scrambling for her little black dress, pair of red bottom heels, and thongs on the floor. Taking them and that wet cunt smell with her out, slamming the door shut.

Leaving me alone. With him.

The stench of s*x still heavy in the air. The toy lay forgotten on the rug, still vibrating. Still wet.

The agonizing silence between us stretched as his cold eyes settled on my face.

While my eyes traitorously crept back to settle on the thick outline of his c**k straining relentlessly against his velvet robe.

"My eyes are up here, Candace."

Shame clawed my neck to be caught ogling again. Colors crept up my cheeks as I tore my gaze from his c**k to slowly meet his eyes.

Blue. Ocean blue eyes drowning me down to my core.

His eyes remained locked on mine, cold, and unreadable with an unshared glint at the edges.

His hands adjusted his robe to cover more of his rigid chest which my eyes wandered hungrily like a snack on display. Not because he was shy, but because he knew exactly what he was covering. Exactly who I was.

His son's best friend.

His very naive and clumsy errand girl. The one he addressed as "little girl"

The same innocent girl that he constantly, bitterly complained couldn't do anything right, yet, he never fired her.

"Start talking," he growled, sounding so pissed, "You've got ten seconds to explain why you're in my private room."

I noticed he didn't add the inevitable punishment threat "Or I have you whipped." The line he used every time I displeased him. A threat the vicious Pack ruler never followed through with.

Not even for once.

I'd take any form of punishment from him, because just standing here with my nostrils filled with that delicious sandalwood scent of him and my panties damp and uncomfortable was enough torture.

I should've been scared. That darkness in his gaze should've scared the s**t out of me into hightailing but now that I'd seen him naked to his flushed c**k, there was no way I could unsee that pleasure on his face. There was no way I could think of anything less sinful.

"I need you," I murmured.

His brows slowly arched. Incredulous.

He didn't speak. Only took one large step closer to me, towering over my petite frame. His eyes softened, barely, as they assessed me. Just my face.

"Let me guess," he sucked in a shallow breath, "That punk rejected you?"

How did he know?

What else did he know about me?

I nodded regardless. Heartbroken.

And Horny.

"You shouldn't have come in here, little girl." He sounded dismissive.

"I'm not a little girl. I'm eighteen."

"Eighteen and stupid."

"Of course," I agreed without a trace of shame, "Stupid enough to think that you'd help me."

He amusedly chuckled.

"Help you with what? How to patch your heart? Or your lack of self-control?" He let out a curse and added, "look, you're too pure for this room, let's talk outside this..."

"That's the problem," I snapped. Tears stinging my eyes, "I don't want to be the dumb virgin anymore. I want Damien to want me. Can you help me make that happen?"

His face went unreadable again, "I don't think I understand you, Candace. Well, let's see if I do. You want me to f**k you so you can f**k my son?"

What? Crazy, no.

"No." My fingers were trembling because I knew I had just crossed a bold line with the Alpha, "I want you to teach me how to act like one of your sluts so Damien can finally see me beyond myself."

"What's wrong with yourself?"

He moved to pour himself a glass of tequila.

Trying to end the conversation.

I followed him to the alcohol stand. By the tequila bottle lay a blindfold, some leather cuffs, a flogger, and other things I couldn't name but the sight of them made my p***y drip some more.

"Will you help me?" I rasped.

"You're asking me to teach you what? How to become a w***e?" He looked over his broad shoulder at me. Disgust clear in those eyes.

"No, I'm begging you to teach me how to become his whore."

Painful silence.

He turned fully to face me. His robe accidentally hung open just enough to expose the hard ridges of his chest.

"You have no idea what you're asking for."

I did. Completely.

"Then show me." I took one bold step closer to him. Close enough to feel the heat of that delicious body and to breathe in the smell of tequila and s*x on him. "If you help me, I'll do whatever it is you want me to do. whenever, wherever and however without grumbling."

An evilish smirk formed dangerously on his handsome face which should've warned me.

He edged closer, filling the gap between us. Between his brisk-like frame and my trembling one.

His calloused fingers roughly grazing my chin. He tilted my head so our gazes could fuse. The bliss his touch generated sent goosebumps prickling my skin. My pelvis arched to meet that bulge, heavy below his waist.

But I lacked the courage to rub against his c**k, even though my cunt was a wet fiery fire.

My fear of Alpha Luca turning this request down over my inappropriate behavior restrained me. So I held still, less than an inch away from that paradise I sought.

"Don't make deals that'll haunt you, Candace." His finger dropped from my face, "There's a tale of two lambs... white little fleeces, innocent eyes. And there's the bridge of no return." He swallowed hard which made his neck bob, his voice dipped huskily, "The second they cross that bridge, their fleeces can never be white again."

He pulled from me. Taking that agonizing sweetness with him.

"Now, be the smart lamb and walk away while you still can because once you cross that bridge, Candace you don’t get to come back and pretend you didn’t."

"Staying white doesn't get me anywhere but hurt. I can't risk losing my mate and the chance to mate him because I'm scared. I've loved him all my life."

Luca went still. Unnaturally still.

And that was when I realized he’d already made a decision.