The Alpha's Weakness

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LOTTIE’S POV

“Is this a dream? Am I dreaming?” I said to myself as I read the email out loud.

“Congratulations, Miss Lottie Shirley. After careful consideration, your application has been accepted. You are to begin this coming Monday.” I screamed to the top of my lungs. I bet my neighbours heard me, but I didn’t even care. I was going to be working in Knightly Cooperation. I could feel the pay in my hands already.

“Lottie, open up!” Marilla said, banging on my door as if I were deaf.

“Hold on, I'm coming.” I got up from my bed and rushed toward the door.

“Ugh, would it kill you to knock any calmer?” I said trying not to still hold onto my laptop with one hand.

“I heard you scream all the way from downstairs. I could tell you the same.”

“I’ve got super exciting news.” I was finally unable to hold in my happiness.

“What, you won the lottery?” Marilla replied sarcastically.

“As if I’ll ever get that lucky,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“I got accepted,” I said. Marilla's eyes widened.

“Wait, as in Knightly Cooperations, you got a job there?”

“Yes.” The screams that followed will finally get me kicked out of this apartment.

“We have to celebrate! Tonight.”

“Really.” My eyes widened. I have never been one for parties, but this was definitely worth celebrating.

“Yes, tonight.” She sounded so happy and excited for me that I couldn't refuse.

“Yay, okay, so I have to work right now, but we’ll meet up this evening, and you can invite your boyfriend, Roger,” Marilla said on her way out.

“Sure, we could meet at his place, and he’ll give us a ride there,” I replied instantly. Marilla left, and I couldn’t help but read the image about a hundred times again. This job finally meant that I could be financially stable and get back on my feet and quit being a waitress. My life has been nothing but hardship. I grew up in an orphanage, never knew my parents, and I have had to struggle for everything I wanted. I’ve been homeless, starved, and practically experienced everything horrible under the sun, but I was able to graduate high school, and now with this job, my life is finally on track.

I quickly got up and picked out an outfit for the club. I brought out a short, dark, and sparkly shirt and a loose, backless, silver top with black heels. I loosened my blonde hair and let it flow down all the way to my waist. I was never really one for makeup, so I just fixed up my lashes and put on red lipstick.

I stepped out of my apartment, and all that went through my mind was how I would move out of this hellhole the moment I got my first pay. I took a cab down to my boyfriend Roger’s place. We have been dating for about a year now, although I wouldn’t call our relationship perfect due to his being so busy all the time, but I do still love him very much. I knocked on the door to his apartment. There was no answer, and I knocked again, but there was still no answer, so I twisted the doorknob and walked in.

“Roger, it’s Lottie,” I said as I walked around the apartment.

“Where are you?” I said as I opened the door and walked into his room.

I couldn’t believe my eyes, more like I couldn’t even close my mouth. The moans that rang all through the room almost made me lose my mind. Right there under the sheets was what seemed to be Roger and another girl tangled up with each other. They were so deep that they hadn’t even noticed that I walked in.

“Roger, you bastard!” I screamed at him, and he instantly jumped up from the bed, giving me a clear view of who was in bed with him.

“Marilla? Wha.. why? I didn’t even know the right words to scream out. My hand reached

“Lottie sweetheart, it is not what it looks like, I promise.” That did nothing but spike my anger. I reached out my heels, took them off, and threw them right at Roger’s face.

“Argh, Lottie, stop it.” He shouted and placed his hand on his eye where I had hit him with my shoe. “You're cheating, good-for-nothing animal!” I said, holding onto the tears.

“And you, Marilla. You are supposed to be my best friend, how could you?” I looked over to Marilla, and she had such a smug look on her face, almost like she was mocking me. It had to be that she was the one who suggested that I come over to Roger's place; she planned all this.

“It’s not my fault that you’re so slow, Lottie.” She said in a fake pitiful voice.

“What?” I said, sounding as confused as I actually was.

“She is, in fact, more stupid than she behaves.” Roger chuckled behind me, his whole demeanor completely changed; it seemed like it was a different person entirely speaking to me.

“What are you both talking about?” I let out helplessly.

“Sneaking around you was so easy, it’s like you are a child who can never notice anything.” Marilla got up from the bed and grabbed a sheer blanket.

“We’re getting married.” Marilla blurted out right to my face, I don’t think I heard those words right. I felt sick.

“Mar… married? Is this a joke?” Marilla raised her hand, and there was a diamond ring right there on her finger.

“When was this?” I looked over to Roger, who had a similar smug look on his face.

“Right between when you were waiting tables like the poverty-stricken w***e that you are.” Roger interrupted.

“You’re dating me, and you proposed to my best friend."

“And you, Marilla, you celebrate with me in my face and then stab me in my back, really.”

“It was so easy I’d do it again,” Marilla said, putting her hands on Roger’s chest.

“Now get out, Lottie, there is no room for you here.” I didn’t even say a word to them, partially because I was too disgusted to say anything, and just heartbroken. I stormed out of the apartment and into the street, called a cab, and went straight to the club.

“We are here, ma’am.” The cab driver looked back and spoke to me because I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even notice that I had reached my destination.

“Oh, alright, thank you,” I got out of the cab and paid him. The lights and music buzzed on the outside, and it made my head and tummy turn. Regardless, I walked in and went right to the bar, and I kept ordering shots. I was never able to hold my alcohol, but none of that mattered to me anymore.

“Hey, pretty girl. Do you wanna dance?” A man who reeked spoke right next to me with extremely bad breath.

“Ugh, no thanks,” I replied, and he walked away with an awful grin on his face.

“One more shot, please,” I asked the bartender who looked very unsure about pouring me the shot.

“Are you sure, ma’am? Do you have someone to take you home?” I heard the voice of another man who stood next to me, but up until now, I wasn’t even aware of his presence. I looked over to my side, and I instantly felt a wave of intimidation wash over me. He sat alone, turned slightly away from the noise, like he didn’t belong to it. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, and his face was sharp but worn, carrying a quiet strength. When he lifted his gaze, his eyes caught the light golden yellow, bright and unnatural. They were so hypnotic I almost lost myself, and he was unusually dressed in a suit, in the bar, at night too.

He held his drink loosely, calm and controlled, but beneath it was something wild, something that felt tied to me in a way that I can’t even explain… I was drawn to him.

“It’s none of your business.” I stuttered as I spoke, as it seemed like I had been staring without saying a word. He didn’t reply to me or even look at me; he just continued with the glass that he held.

I gestured my glass to the bartender, and he kept refilling it. I don’t know how many more shots he had given me, but the voice of the man who sat beside me rang me back to my senses.

“That‘ll be enough.” I looked over to his side with the little bit of consciousness I had left, but he wasn’t talking to me; he was talking to the bartender.

“You are not to serve her anymore drinks.” He said before standing up and walking away.

“Excuse me?” I said before getting up and following right behind him.

“Wait there, who exactly do you think you are?” I worked my way through the crowd trying to catch up with him, but he wasn’t stopping or even paying me any attention. I didn’t even notice that we had walked into a very different section of the bar, where it was differently furnished. It seemed to be an office. I was too drunk to notice the guards just outside the office who shut the door. When I walked inI stopped, my vision blurry and my steps uneven. I felt a hand support me from behind. I jolted. He was in front of me, and after a second, he was behind me.

“You know you shouldn’t follow strangers behind closed doors.” He whispered behind my ears and my whole body felt weak. His fingers trailed my waist, and I could just give in at that very moment. I felt his hot breath graze the back of my ear as he helped me back to my feet.

“Why did you tell the bartender to stop serving me drinks?” I said, turning around to see him, his body towered over my 5 '4 self, and those golden yellow eyes stared down at me like a predator analysing its prey.

“Because you are wasted, go home. Unless you want to be taken advantage of by some lowlife in the bar.” He lifted his hand and used the back of his fingers to trail my jaw all the way down to my chin, and lifted my face.

“Well, it’s none of your business then, is it?” I said, and he tilted his head a bit.

“Are you a prostitute then?” My fist curled in anger, and I struck him across his face. He didn’t move an inch; he just stared at me right in the eye before he used the hand that was still on my chin to pull me in for the most unexpected kiss of my life.

The kiss was heated and deep, his tongue interlocked with mine, and his other hand that wasn’t holding my face to the back of my top unclasped the hook that held it together and trailed it both off my body. He never broke from the kiss, and just right there, it was me. I was about to get f****d by a stranger I met in the bar thirty minutes ago.