Chapter 4 My Woman

Episode 4

Bethel came back to our table and sat down, her lips tugged up in a smile and I raised my eyebrows at her.

What had made her so happy? "Why do you look so happy? What's the catch?"

She chuckled softly and sipped on the glass of martini she grabbed from the waiter's tray.

"We might be blessed with the presence of Alfredo Garcia tonight. He rarely attends such gatherings."

A typical rich man.

Why would he waste his time with his employees when he could be at his house or a more important party.

Rich humans would always act like one. Not just humans. It also happens in the supernatural world.

There are always the ones that are superior and would always show that to others with words or action.

"What is so special about him that you'd be excited about his presence?" I asked, she raised her eyebrows at me and started laughing.

"You can't be serious, Aranya. This man is f*cking powerful and rich. A billionaire! You'd be lucky to even talk to him."

A billionaire but I couldn't pay just $5,000 of my estimated house rent.

This is fucked up.

I need to leave.

I had to.

I couldn't say that to Bethel, firstly, I wasn't ready for her hurt expression and secondly, I was trying to move out of my shell, just for the night.

It wouldn't hurt to spend some time outside.

Not long later the waitresses started serving us food. We were about five people occupying our table.

Bethel and I and three other men.

I have tried not to make eye contact with any of them since they joined us, they were communicating with Bethel just fine.

I dug my fork on my cheesesteak croissants and brought it up to my mouth. I took a bite and closed my eyes, savoring the taste.

"Do you like it?" The one whose name was Khalid asked me, he has dark blonde hair which was styled back, his blue eyes were so bright that I could see my reflection through them. He was putting on a black suit coupled with his white shirt.

He looked smart.

"Yeah, it is good. Haven't had cheesesteak croissants for a long time." I said and smiled gracefully.

I didn't have it for a long time because I couldn't afford it, but I couldn't say that to him, I didn't want anyone to see me differently just because I couldn't afford a cheesesteak croissants.

He smiled back at me and nodded his head.

The table went quiet as we all continued eating our food.

We have finished eating our food and people were already dancing.

Bethel was dancing with Khalid and I just sat down on my chair with a glass of wine in my hand.

I excused myself from the dance, I wasn't a good dancer and wouldn't want to embarrass myself, especially when I was wearing a long dress.

Tonight would be long.

ALFREDO'S POV:

I glanced at my wristwatch for the umpteenth time tonight and groaned.

I was losing it.

I should be in the woods and take my wolf on a run, or in my gym beating the shit out of the boxing bag but I decided to come here because I promised.

I never went back on my promise, never.

Making a promise and breaking it was like tearing one's dignity to shred.

I pushed my hair back from my forehead and sighed.

As years passed by, I had come to terms that I would not have a mate of my own.

When I became the alpha of Moonsnow pack at 18, I had been excited to find my mate.

I had been eager to meet her, to protect her.

I had been picturing how she would look like, how fierce and beautiful she would be but at 31 years old I have resigned to fate. I have decided to take my fate the way I see it.

I would never have a mate of my own.

It hurts, but it is what it is.

As the Alpha King of the werewolves and lycanthropes, a lot was expected from me from the moment I became an alpha, King.

When I realized that I wouldn't get to hold the only thing I desired the most, I went berserk. I punished those that disobeyed me with death. I conquered territories that challenges my rules, I became the most feared Alpha King in the history of our existence.

I did that.

For the past ten years, I didn't think of having a mate. Why should I think of that when I could have any woman I want on my bed?

"Alpha, we are here." Matteo, my driver said to me.

I nodded my head and pushed the door open.

I looked up at the giant skyscraper before me.

Something I built from the scratch.

In different countries, different states, the East, North, West, and South, they know me as the ruthless businessman, Alfredo Garcia. But the supernatural world knows me as the Alpha King's, the one who was not to be crossed.

Instead of walking through the front door, I followed the corner to the hall beside it where my employees were having the end-of-the-year party.

Both werewolves and humans mingle with each other and none of the humans knows that they were working for a werewolf.

As I stepped inside the hall, a strange sweet scent wafted through my nose.

I stopped on my track and tried to catch the smell again.

When I catches it, it was more intoxicating.

My nostril flared up and I glanced around the room.

I squint my eyes and look through the room with my wolf eyes when I saw her.

Sitting on a chair, along with a glass of wine in her hand.

She looked out of place.

She looked different but that wasn't what I was thinking as I started walking towards her, pushing away the crowd of people.

I could only see her.

My Woman.

Mine!