Chapter 3 Alpha Part 1

HAZEL'S POV

Breakfast was amazing.

I felt completely full.

I glanced at the clock on the wall to my left and saw that it was a quarter to nine. Gabz would be here any minute.

I literally bolted upstairs to my bathroom. I took what I believed was the quickest shower in history and applied some concealer under my eyes.

I checked the time, it was two minutes to nine. I took a deep breath, then lay on my bed and waited for my crazy friend to arrive.

The bed was so comfortable, sleep called out to me.

Stay awake, Haze, I coaxed myself.

My eyelids were so heavy.

I'm just going to close them for five minutes, I yawned.

Who the hell was I kidding, closing my eyes felt wonderful, I felt my body becoming lighter as wonderful sleep consumed me.

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I woke up shivering in bed. I heard the rain dancing on the windowsill.

I saw nothing on the weather updates about getting rain today, I pondered to myself.

With my eyes still closed, I snuggled closer to my pillow and pulled the blanket over my body.

Gabz must be running late. She hated going outside in the rain.

I wanted to go and check my phone to see if she texted, but that thought quickly left my mind the more I sank into the comfort of the bed.

"Ooh, this blanket is so silky," I purred as the rain pitter-pattered louder against the windowsill.

Something about it raining while I was snuggled in the warmth of my bed brought a simple yet extraordinary satisfaction to my entire body.

A gush of wind hit the back of my neck, it caused goose pimples to formulate all over my body.

"Why did I leave the window open?" I whined.

My eyes gradually opened inch by inch. My teeth were rattling.

I wrapped my arms around my curvy body to try to stay warm.

Today was too cold for a summer day in Los Angeles.

Suddenly! A tsunami of panic washed over me.

My head moved from left to right. My eyeballs bulged out of my skull like I was a character from the Looney Toons cartoon.

"WHERE THE FUCK AM I?"

I glanced around the enormous room that I was in, if I wasn't in survival mode I would have stopped and gawked at the beauty of its Victorian decor.

I could tell that the person who lives here is filthy rich, and that's saying something coming from a girl who grew up with a family that owns a yacht and a private jet.

I heard footsteps scampering from outside a door I assume led to a hallway.

Maybe I could find a weapon of some sort that I could use to protect myself. It was obvious to me that I was kidnapped, maybe by some sadistic, saggy balls, wealthy old dude.

The footsteps were now directly at the front door. I had officially run out of time to find a decent weapon, so I rushed to a slightly open door.

I peeked inside and saw that it was a closet. Holy shit! This closet was four times bigger than the one at home.

I slid inside and closed the door behind me. Beads of sweat glistened on my forehead as I tried to calm my heart, which was beating at a hundred miles per hour.

I kept my ears open. I heard the click of the bedroom door.

The sounds of two sets of footsteps made their way inside.

Trying to keep my heart rate even wasn't easy.

My nervousness made my palms sweaty and my legs wobbly. I had to rest both my hands on the wall for support.

I could hear talking, but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. I placed my ear against the door to give myself a better chance of listening in on their conversation.

Maybe I could find out the reasons behind my kidnapping - but wait a damn minute, shouldn't they be alerting someone that I was no longer in the room? Shouldn't they be tearing this place apart trying to find me?

Something was way off!

I stooped down on my knees and cracked the door just enough for me to hear them better.

I could make out the guy that was facing towards the closet.

He did not look like a sugar daddy at all! He had blue eyes and pink lips. He had one hand at his side as he ran the other over his dark blonde hair.

My eyes moved to the next guy, he was facing the guy with the blonde hair. He had dark raven-coloured hair. I could detect the sheen from all the way across the room. I wondered what shampoo he uses. He probably uses leave-in-conditioner.

His back was to me, he had tight khaki shorts on, that outlined his sexy butt perfectly. He didn't have a shirt on and I could perceive his beautiful muscles flexing as he talked.

He had both hands in his pockets and I didn't need to see this guy's face to know that he was a heartbreaker.

Something about him screamed dominance and sex. I just wanted to run my tongue over those tendons of his and maybe steal a few squeezes from his butt cheeks. I mentally smack the back of my head - focus Hazel! Focus!

I wiped all dirty thoughts from my mind and zoned my attention to the conversation that was taking place between them.

"Alpha how was that chick you banged last night?" Blonde hottie questioned with a smirk on his face. I swore this guy belonged on the cover of a magazine.

Blinded by Blondie's smile, it took me a second to register what he asked.

Chick he banged last night? Oh! God. no, no, no, no NO! I started panicking.

Could they be talking about me? I ran my hand under my skirt and cupped my lady bits. It didn't feel sore or anything.

Could I know though if we had sex?

I continued to listen in on their convo.

"Carson, you know I never kiss and tell," the sexy butt dude answered, I think Blondie whose name I learnt to be Carson, called him Alpha - What kind of name is Alpha by the way?

"Come on Alpha, you've banged like half of the she-wolves in the pack. I've had sex with over sixty girls and I've told you all about them," Carson whined.

"Carson, dude, I never once asked you to give me any play-by-play of your rendezvous," Alpha declared as his deep chuckle rumbled, causing his back muscles to bulge and ripple.

His silky smooth skin was calling out to be touched by yours truly and his voice was like melted chocolates dipped in caramel and sweet honey.

Why did his voice sound so familiar - familiar and YUMMY?

"Alpha we've been best buds since we were pups, and we still are, you don't need to ask for a play-by-play," Carson chuckled, "give me something - anything. Like how many body counts you have." Carson winked up at Alpha.

"Carson you know this already," Alpha announced in an annoyed tone.

Carson raised an eyebrow and gave his head a minor scratch before he answered,

"I do?"

"You're my beta, you should know my body count."

Ok, Alpha, Beta - Now I get it, these guys are definitely a part of the military.

Carson scratched his head again, looking more puzzled than before, so he said - more like he made a guess, "210?" I had to swallow the scream that almost escaped my mouth.

Did Alpha sleep with two hundred and ten people? Wow, What a dirty dog.

"Carson I wouldn't be the alpha if my body count was 210- Try 12,404." Alpha folded his arms across his chest.

I didn't need to see his face to know that he wasn't too proud about fucking twelve thousand four hundred and four women. There was something in his voice that told me he was a bit saddened by this fact.

As for Carson, he had his mouth opened wide-reaching all the way to the floor - I could tell he was beyond impressed and shocked at the same time, but it was nothing compared to the calculations that were being made in my brain.

Either this Alpha guy is lying or he'd been having sex with at least three women, every day for the past ten years.

"Twelve thousand four hundred and four? Wow! - Woah! My Alpha, you're the man!" Carson started jumping up and down like a young child opening gifts from Santa on Christmas. "You're a legend man, that's a lot of pussies!" Carson made a cat-call-like whistle, staring slightly to the side like he was trying to figure out how he could achieve that same goal. "I bet you've seen them in all different shapes, sizes, and colours. I've bet you've seen them bald, well-groomed, and bushy - fuck, I go wild on the bushy ones, they're my favourites," Carson's smile widened like the Cheshire cat.

Alpha was quiet, even though I couldn't see his face, I could tell by the way the muscles on his back were flexing rapidly, that he was angry or maybe annoyed.

"Yo Alpha, what's wrong man?" Carson questioned. I could detect the cautious look in his eyes as he took a few steps away from Alpha.

"You know Carson, sometimes I don't know how I got a pervert like you for a beta," he spat. His voice sounded different, it sounded a lot deeper, somewhat sinister, but still sexy.

"Alpha I apologize for whatever I did to get your wolf upset," Carson stated calmly while lowering his head almost in a submissive way.

Alpha flexed his muscles and unfolded his arms. He was now doing breathing exercises. He seemed a little more relaxed, and I noticed Carson was again standing up to his full height. He was looking a lot less tensed himself.

"It's ok Carson, my wolf has been off since morning. At first, he thought he smelt our mate and now he thought he smelt a woman's - you know what, never mind," he said rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.

"He thought he smelt a woman's what? Come on Alpha, if you're gonna say arousal, I thought I detected it too," Carson confessed while glancing around the room like he was searching for something or maybe someone.