A Nightstand With The Billionaire Alpha

Why was the ground split into two? Grace asked herself trying to make head and tail of the situation. She felt her boyfriend trying to steady her.

Still trying to come to her senses, she felt an excruciating headache. It was like a thousand horses were stampeding on her brain because she heard noises. Noises that didn't sound right because it wasn't possible.

Panting and breathing filled the room and she thought it was hers but she noticed that her heart, though, heavy from the alcohol but her breathing couldn't have been so loud.

As her vision cleared, she could make out a man and a woman kissing passionately in the dimly lit room. Her jaw dropped, every trace of drowsiness washing away. Fuck she was sleeping so did people not have any shame?

Where was her boyfriend? He brought her to a room where people were about to fuck each other?

Like being struck by lightning, Grace looked at the two of them in shock as they continued to kiss by her bedside.

"Cindy stop it. Grace only just fell asleep. We don't need to wake her up now if we need to get the plan done," the man warned as he restrained the woman by her waist.

Plan? What plan? What the fuck was going on?

"Come on. Are you afraid that your so-called girlfriend will wake up?" Cindy responded in an annoyed tone, rolling her eyes. "I miss you. I need you. You have been spending so much time with her that you seem to forget about our deal.

"Babe, you are such a troublemaker. Let's go to another room and do it. We send that man here and get the deal done. Once it's done, you and I can fully be together. No strings attached to her. Understand?" Babe? Did Grace hear that correctly? Fuck! What the hell!?

"Oh. I want to do it in front of her. Make her hear my moans. Maybe she can wake up in between, watch but not do anything. The drugs would numb all her senses" Cindy swiftly unbuttons the man's shirt as their lips locked again.

Grace tried to hold back her tears but she could feel the wetness on her cheek. What they had said was right. She could only feel the light senses of her body. No. This wasn't happening! How could they!? Her boyfriend, the man she loved, was cheating on her and had a plan against her.

She couldn't move, but she could hear and she could see. This was what they meant by wanting to catch air. Her heart constricted and it cried, howling inside of her. The tears made her bleed, her soul on its knees. She couldn't breathe. The air was painful to take in because she wanted to die. Falling off a cliff a thousand times was better than this.

"Behave! Let's go to a separate place. Isn't the bathtub your favorite spot? We can do it there but not here, okay?"

"Fine, you go first" Cindy nudged the man's chest towards the door. As soon as he was out, she walked towards where Grace lay and leaned in whispering into her ear.

"I am sure you enjoyed what you saw. He is no longer yours. But mine. You don't deserve a man like that. He is too good for you. You are nothing but a skinny human being, who is scared of her own shadow."

Grace gritted her teeth watching Cindy's retreating back.

Grace wanted to spit at the lady's face so badly but she couldn't move her lips.

It was only when the door shut finally was when she felt her world shatter into millions of pieces.

Three years ago, her family used to be at the top.

Her sister was a top model, her dad a rich billionaire, her family was rich but all that changed after her sister died. Her father ran into debt, and he pushed her, her brother, and her mother away. Divorcing and cutting them off.

The once-top Valdes family was now in shatters. Still, her boyfriend's family wanted her in their life. After being betrothed since childhood, they had their moments like any other relationship.

Her boyfriend was sweet on some occasions, and harsh on some occasions.

He was hot but also cold. She appreciated that connection. That love that she could not find anywhere else.

She made sure to work hard to keep this position as his girlfriend and soon-to-be fianceé. She loved him more than anything in this world.

And she thought he loved her too.

No! She couldn't believe it. This must be a dream, just a horrible nightmare, everything will be alright tomorrow.

Grace continued to lie to herself, until she heard the door click. Her eyes moved toward the figure that just walked in. No, as the person staggered in.

She gulped in her fear as the person walked towards the bed.

She could make out his figure, he had broad shoulders. His face was sharp, eyes dark. His hair was a bit ruffled and his eyes were unsure.

The strange man licked his lips as if parched, his eyes scanning the room toward her. He took off his jacket and T-shirt. His trousers. She could see it, the hardness within his boxers.

He walked towards her and lay on top of her, his hands running over her body. She gulped. More tears ran down her cheeks. Why would he do this? She didn't deserve this. She had lost everything but had only her boyfriend who faked his care for her.

Even if was just for his ego, he shouldn't let another man touch her.

Her fear had led her to whimper.

That little noise she made seemed to have struck something in the man as his hands became softer. She could see that he was trying to stop.

But whatever her boyfriend and that Cindy lady must have done to him was preventing him from doing that. She wanted to scream, shout, push him away but she couldn't.

She just lay there and let him continue with what he was doing. Her body betrayed her halfway as she fell more into it.

The next day arrived as quickly as midnight had come. Grace realized her body was finally back to normal.

Her mind went to last night's event. Being someone who had always liked mild things, she had allowed Victor to throw her the best birthday ever.

Trusting him with herself. Trusting that he loved her. Only for him to cheat on her in her presence and put her in her predicament.

If he wanted to break up why not just tell her?

Why not just end it? Why hurt her like this? Damage her. Make her feel wanted only to push her aside like a rotten egg.

"I am sorry." A voice that sounded like melted caramel pouring on popcorn spoke out, making her open her eyes. In the brightness of the room, she could see his face.

His eyes were sharper than before, his nose well elongated, and his light pink lips looked pouty and cute. His sharp jawline gave him a hard expression.

Grace frowned, sitting up on the bed, the blanket covering her chest. Her cheeks tainted pink as she saw his broad naked chest.

"It's fine. We were both in a predicament that we couldn't avoid." She replied in a clipped tone, the betrayal still stinging like a scorpion's pinch.

His eyebrow furrowed in a deep frown.

"I don't seem to like this predicament.

"Neither do I. But it is what it is."

The room was quiet and awkward. She clutched hard on the blanket as she could clearly remember who had done this to her.

It was probably that lady's idea.

Who was she? Grace did not know.

The man rolled his shoulders and was about to get up when the door banged open and a bunch of reporters rushed inside. Flashing cameras at them not concerned about the lack of decency in the slightest.

And the middle of it all was her now ex-boyfriend. He clapped cheerfully as if he was in an auditorium, a slight smirk on his lips.

"Fallen mistress of the Valdes family had now resorted to sleeping with men for leisure With more flashlights, Grace had to cover her face and her eyes. Her heart was thumping, embarassment cloaking her.

She wanted to land an accusatory gaze on Victor, willing him to say something and tell this person to leave and that all this was just a misunderstanding but she couldn't as shame clouded her.

However, an arm circled her shoulders making her feel protected and warm. Feeling strangely safe, Grace cautiously removed the hand from her eyes and looked at the man who wrapped his arms around her.

The man looked up at the people who had rushed into the room. Coldness emitted from the man, one that lowered the temperature of the room. She shivered but the warmth of his touch kept her glued to his side.

If glares could kill, everyone in the room would be dead by now.

"It seemed like everyone would have to get up early to hear this news. However, I am afraid to disappoint you. I Alpha Nelson Divine would have to sue you for invasion of privacy of me and my fianceé."

Murmurs began in the room, the flashes from the camera reduced and Victor looked as if a dog had bitten his ears.

Fianceé?

Grace immediately froze. Her eyes widened as if she had seen a ghost. She looked at the calm man beside her who placed a hand on her back patting her back, in a way to tell her not to say anything.

Alpha Nelson Divine.

As in President of the Divine group international Alpha Nelson Divine? The only grandson of the richest family in the world? The real Alpha Nelson Divine? She blinked. She was imagining things for sure. Nelson? THE Nelson? What mess had she gotten herself into?

Grace gulped and quickly averted her eyes, looking at her palm. As a fianceé, she was supposed to know his position and should not act too surprised knowing who he was. She tried to stay calm, without fiddling her fingers too much.

Victor immediately scoffed. "Unbelievable," He folded his arms and smirked looking at Alpha Nelson. "What would a highly renowned CEO be found in an area like this? I don't believe you. You are just trying to deceive us. If it was the Alpha Nelson Divine I know, he would probably be dining in the world's biggest hotel not a four-star hotel like this Grace knew she should stay calm in this situation and not say anything but she couldn't keep it in."

She took a deep breath and felt Victor's gaze on her. She looked at him expressionlessly, she forced herself to do it even though she was hurt and sad. That the person she loved would do something like this.

"I suggested it," Grace said. She managed to blush and tighten the blanket around her. "I suggested to him that we meet here because it has been a long time since we saw each other and he was around the area. He didn't mind."

She raised her head, confidence dripping in every word, and looked at the reporters in the room. "I suggest you all leave before you get into more trouble than you already are in.

This is a private session between two couples. It's not nice to have people staring at me."

Luckily enough, the reporters were smart enough to understand and quickly apologized leaving just Victor in the room who was about to say something.

"You are not leaving? Or is this a secret kink of yours?" Alpha Nelson asked him with a knowing smile.

Victor watched him for a while before bringing out his phone and furiously typing something.

He looked up from his phone screen and looked at Alpha Nelson. He did that a couple of times, his expression becoming dreadful as each moment passed.

"Mr...Mr..." he gulped. His head quickly bowed. "Mr. Divine I apologize for what I had caused you. I did not expect that you would be the person my lover would have used for this situation. I did not know. I would make sure not to share any rumors about you."

Grace scoffed. She couldn't believe he called Cindy his lover in front of her. Her head slightly turned to the side, tears were already brimming in her eyes.

Victor was also a CEO. Vice chairman of the Digital consult group. Their family had known each other and thought it was wise for the two to get married. She was always spending time with him and him alone.

But after her father lost his position, the family was nice enough to let her join their company as an accountant.

Victor felt she should work elsewhere and that it might be bad for her image if he let her work with them. It could look like she got in through a connection. So she worked as an accountant in a publishing company. Junior accountant and she was too busy to even be with him as before.

But he always called. He always cared. Was that all for naught? Did he never love her for him to drug someone and then put her in this situation?

"You," Victor said, pointing at Grace. "Get up from the bed now." The audacity was appalling and foul. How dare he tell her what to do after he fucking caused this whole situation!?

Alpha Nelson who had removed his hand from her back then said, "That's no way to talk to my fianceé. You should leave before I change my mind about calling the cops."

Victor gave her a hateful glance before walking out.

Alpha Nelson shot her a look before getting up and heading to the bathroom. With that Grace was left alone in the room. She didn't waste any more time before leaving the hotel room.

As she walked out of the hotel lobby, she glanced around cautiously before heading down the street.

After ensuring she was alone, she made her way to the nearest dilapidated building.

As the moon's silver light spilled over her, her skin tingled with an unsettling sensation.

With a deep, guttural growl, she moved to the edge of the building, her muscles contorting and bones shifting as an otherworldly force coursed through her.

The metamorphosis surged through her, an overwhelming and almost surreal ordeal she could never quite get used to.

The sensations were intense as her body tingled, and convulsed.

With a primal howl that pierced the silence, her form twisted and changed, fur sprouting across her skin, limbs elongating into powerful limbs, and teeth sharpening into formidable fangs.

The world below looked miniature from her new vantage point, and with an exhilarating rush of adrenaline, she leaped into the night, now a creature of the moon and shadows – a fearsome werewolf.

Her eyes growing keener and more vibrant, adapted for nocturnal pursuits. The change was completed with spasms and shudders, leaving her bewildered yet exhilarated.

Testing her abilities, she flexed her powerful limbs and felt the brush of fur against fur.

The air caught her as she surged upwards, her howl of excitement echoing through the night.

Grace, a rare shifter with the ability to transform into a werewolf raced through the city streets, her senses alive with the scent of humanity and the rhythm of urban life.

A symphony of sounds faded into the background as her heightened senses took over, guiding her back home under the pale moon's embrace, her being now one with the night.

With the moon as her guide, she finally returned home under its pale glow, her mind cleansed of the past events.

In a world where shapeshifters were few, Grace stood out. Her mother had shared this unique gift, but circumstances had robbed her of it. Her brother could not shapeshift and till their father left them, he never knew that he had shapeshifters in his family. Her mum had said he could have sold them for money.

As for her situation, tomorrow she would have to face the consequences and ask him why he had done that to her. She needed answers.

Grace opened the apartment door and went inside. Putting on the light, the first thing her eyes met was her mother who stood before her with an angry expression.

"Mum!" She called out but the slap that landed across her face was enough to send her body to the floor.

"A disappointment! A disgrace, that's exactly what you are!"

Grace felt the words reverberate through her mind like a bell tolling in an empty room. The bitter taste of last night's encounter with her mother still lingered. Her body tensed at the memory-her mother's drunken fury, the stinging slap, and the sour smell of alcohol that filled the room.

She blinked hard, pushing it away. The past would not own her today. Not now. Not in front of him.

Victor stood casually before her, his arm draped lazily over the balcony railing, as though her fury meant nothing.

"How do you sleep at night knowing what you did?" Grace's voice was sharp, controlled-her eyes locked onto his, daring him to look away.

Victor scoffed, a humorless grin curving his lips. "Your mother slapped you again?"

"That shouldn't concern you," she shot back, fists clenched at her sides. "What you did was worse. You drugged me. You let that happen-you planned for it."

Victor tilted his head, eyes narrowing in mock amusement. "You should be glad. Most people don't get someone like that as their first." His voice dripped with condescension. "I'm sure you're screaming with joy inside."

Her glare didn't waver. "Seriously? Would you just answer the question?"

Victor exhaled a tired sigh and raked his hand through his dark hair. "Grace, I wanted this engagement to end cleanly. I found someone I loved."

"Loved?"

His expression hardened. "She didn't like that I pitied you. Or that it seemed like I was attached to you. She came up with the idea, and I supported her. It's messy, yes-but what's done is done." He turned sharply to leave, dismissing her. "Now go away."

Grace grabbed his arm before he could step further. "Did any of it matter to you?" Her voice cracked, though her grip was firm. "Did I mean so little that you'd let her ruin me? Don't act like you're decent. You're not."

Victor yanked his arm free, nearly knocking her off balance. "Get over yourself, Grace." His voice dropped to a venomous whisper. "Look at you. You wanted to be a model-now you're a lousy accountant. You dress like someone's grandma. No class. No style. Did you really think I'd stay with you?"

Her face flushed, but she didn't flinch.

"You were something once," he continued, each word like a needle. "But now? You're pathetic. You make me sick. Cindy Rodriguez, though-she's got class. She's the heiress to a hotel chain. Beautiful, rich, and powerful. How do you compare to that?" He sneered. "The only thing you've got going for you is being fucked by a rich man. That's all you'll ever be."

He shoved past her, leaving her trembling with fury. She wanted to hit him, to tear his smug face apart with words and fists. But she didn't. Instead, she drew a long, shaking breath, turned on her heel, and walked out of the restaurant balcony.

Her heels clicked against the marble floor-each step deliberate, measured. There was no use crying over spilled milk.

"Aiya! Miss Valdes, why do you look like you've seen a ghost?"

Kiana Flores, the art editor and Grace's closest friend, stood at her desk, holding a cup of warm milk. Kiana's eyes widened as she took in Grace's pale face and the faint red mark on her cheek.

"Trouble at home again?" Kiana asked softly, lowering the cup to the desk. "Why don't you take some leave, go on vacation?"

"I'm fine," Grace replied, her voice flat. She picked up the cup, its heat seeping into her cold fingers.

Kiana frowned but said nothing more, instead sliding a memo across the desk. "I need edits for some photos. Apparently, they're 'sensational' enough to be on the website today. Oh, and I'll need a new iPad. Mine's busted-can you cover it in the budget?"

Grace only nodded, her mind elsewhere. The warmth of the milk grounded her momentarily, but the events of the past 24 hours still churned in her head-her mother's drunken rage, Victor's betrayal, the shame of that hotel room.

Thank God no one from the company saw.

She sipped the milk, her gaze wandering to a magazine peeking out from her stack of papers. Victor's smug face grinned from the cover, hearts she had drawn only days ago circling his image like cruel reminders.

Her hands moved before her mind caught up-snatching the magazine and shoving it into the shredder.

A sharp, satisfying whirr filled the air.

"AH!"

The sudden scream jolted Grace from her thoughts. Heads turned across the office, and a chorus of confused murmurs followed.

"Kiana?" Grace frowned, rising from her chair. "What happened?"

Kiana spun her monitor around, her face a mix of disbelief and awe. "Grace... is this... you?"

Grace's stomach dropped. She pushed through the small crowd now forming around Kiana's desk, her heart pounding. There, plastered across the news site, were pictures-her pictures.

The headline blazed like fire: 'Divine Group Chairman Spent Time With His Fiancée in a Romantic Hotel Room Last Night!'

Grace stared at the photos in horror. There she was-hair tangled, a blanket haphazardly wrapped around her shoulders, and Alpha Nelson Divine's figure beside her. In one shot, it looked as though she leaned into him for a kiss, though she knew she had only been hiding her face.

Whispers erupted behind her.

"Oh my God! Is that really Grace?"

"You're engaged to Alpha Nelson Divine?"

"Why didn't you tell us, Grace? You're living a dream!"

"You don't even need to be here! Why work when your fiancé owns everything?"

Grace's head spun. The murmurs, the accusing stares, the envy-it was suffocating.

"Is this real?" someone whispered. "Your birthday party must have been insane. Did he send that driver for you this morning?"

The irony of Victor being mistaken for a chauffeur almost made Grace laugh. Almost.

She pushed through the crowd, ignoring the questions being thrown her way. The photos stared back at her, glaring proof of her humiliation. Her wolf instincts screamed to run-to flee this room and everyone in it-but there was nowhere to go.

With trembling hands, she scrolled down the screen, hoping to see an explanation, a rebuttal-anything. Instead, all she found was her image: exposed, vulnerable, his.

Her mind buzzed, and for a moment, everything else became a blur.