Chapter 4 The Stranger

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Lena's Pov

"I, Ethan, the future Alpha, reject you, Lena Liam as my mate and choose Lauren Liam as my mate!!"

The pain of rejection was worse than any pain I had ever felt in my life. I had always been told stories of how painful it was when a mate is being rejected but nothing could prepare me for it.

I looked around and saw Lauren walking majestically with pride as towards Ethan. She got to where Ethan was and held his hands.

"I, Lauren Liam accepted your proposal." She said and everyone cheered.

I could see my uncle and his wife beaming with pride. They had suddenly become the in-laws to the Alpha of our Pack. It was a great honor indeed. The people began to congratulate Ethan and Lauren and their parents and I was soon forgotten. The pain was much and with tears filled eyes, I ran away.

I did not know where I was running to, but I just wanted to run away from everything. From the pack, from Ethan, from Lauren, from my uncle and his wife, from the Alpha and the Luna, in fact, I wanted to run away from myself if possible.

I did not know long I was running but I came across a bar. I had never been to a bar before and I never knew something like this even existed in my Pack. I have heard of the people in my pack going to a bar to drink away their sorrows and I decided that drinking away my sorrow was the best thing for me to do in this situation.

I went to the bartender and asked for a drink. It was my first time drinking alcohol but I did not care.

I took a stool and sat down. There was a very handsome man sitting close to me. He had a well polished face even looking better than most male models she had seen on newspapers, but what charmed her the most was his lips... my drunk mind started wandering all over the place and thinking of different images.

He looked at me with an amused look on his face making me think if I had probably spoken out but I smiled back at him though I was nervous inside but Of course He looked so strangely hot so which lady wouldn't smile back at him.

"Hello, don't you think you are drinking too much?" The handsome man asked probably teasing me but I just looked at him and sneered.

"And it is none of your business!" I slurred at him, already drunk.

On a normal day with my eyes clear, I would never have had the courage to talk to him but that night, the alcohol had given me a kind of courage that I could not understand.

I picked up the next bottle to drink but instead, he took it away from my hands.

"That is enough, you are already drunk and it will be very ungentlemanly of me to allow you to drink more." He explained.

I was angry with him for taking away the bottle from my hand. In fact, I was already angry with people taking away from me the things that rightfully belonged to me. I could not fight back but the alcohol had given me false courage and I decided to fight for my bottle of drink.

I took the handsome man by the collar of his shirt and began to shake him violently.

"Give.. me.. back.. my.. drink! Must you people take everything away from me?" I cried out still in my drink state unaware of who I was even speaking with.

The handsome man seemed to understand my situation and gave me back the drink. I took it from his hand and began to cry. He gave me tissue to wipe my eyes. It made me cry harder because it seemed like he was the only one in the whole world who cared about my tears.

"What happened?" He asked me with genuine concern.

I was so moved by the fact that someone for the first time since my father died, had genuine interest in my life and wanted to find out what was wrong with it.

I broke down in tears as I began to narrate my life story to him. He was very sympathetic and listened to me. By the time I was done telling him my story, the bartender told us that it was time for him to close the bar.

Looking around, Indeed we were the only ones that were still left in the bar. The handsome man paid the bills for both of us and we were out. His cologne was the only thing on my mind at that moment. It smelt so nice that I started drowning in the scent.

"Where do you stay so I can take you there if you don't mind?" He asked me.

I was too drunk to say anything, so he decided to take me to his hotel room where he had planned to lodge for the night. We got to the hotel room and I was so drunk that I kissed him and was all over him just to ease myself the sorrow, but I couldn't remember all that happened that night. The hangover was really making me lose my mind. I felt like fun was the only thing which could keep me sane at that moment.

I woke up the next morning to see myself naked on the bed beside the stranger. Shocked, I stood up suddenly and my head nearly split into two. The hangover was mad and my head was banging. I raised the duvet only to see blood stains on the bed.

Holy Shit! I muttered to myself. I had lost my virginity to a stranger. I cursed myself for being stupid enough to drink and follow a stranger to his hotel room while I was drunk. How could I have lost myself so much that I could barely recall the events of last night and without bothering to look at the stranger again, I quickly put on my clothes and ran out due to shame and regrets.

I did not know where I was so I decided to ask for directions and before long, I saw myself at my pack. It was still early in the morning so the majority of the pack were still inside their houses and given the ceremony of last night, they would have slept late so that meant that they were still sleeping. A perfect way to sneak in.

I sneaked into the house and luckily for me, everyone was still asleep. I entered into my room, took my bath, change my clothes and lay down on the bed lost in thought so that whoever wakes up first will believe I had been at home too with them.