Alpha divorcee Mate

Andrea's POV

I have not had a lot of wild imagination as an adult because my life turned out to be a mess when everything seems to be perfect. Everyone thinks my nonchalance attitude caused me terrible problems. I am that one person that usually doesn't get serious with things. I wasn't like this before but something happened, it caused me great pain and changed me.

When I was much younger I met him. I was just 23, having gained admission into Oregon State University. The school is known for its acceptance of very smart and purposeful students. It wasn't just a privilege I got to be admitted into the school, I earned it! but what I cherished when I earned it soon left a sour taste in my jaws.

He is rich and handsome. Surely a dream man of every lady. I was naive. I imagined us raising kids together and the girl will look so much like him and she will love him more than me and whenever she gets me upset. I will just tell her to go and meet her look alike.

These thoughts started after our first date when he asked me a simple question, "What is your name, beautiful?"

I felt a tingly sensation. My pulse skipped. I could hardly catch a breath.

It didn't stop overnight. I imagined us having unstoppable sex back to back and truthfully(chuckles) two days back I imagined him seriously caressing my soft spots( Chuckles). I imagined us going to Church together but it is seven years now, I am fighting a divorce with two kids. I was raised in a religious home. My Mom never warmed us of anything more than she did about divorce. She hates the experience and thought. She had made it clear to all her daughters that any day she heard about us divorcing she will seize to be our Mother.

My mom will always remind us about what happened to Madeira, her first daughter. When we heard about the assault she was going through in her marriage. We all wanted her to end it but Mom refused until Madeira got hit the fifth time on her head. We rushed to the hospital to see her but as soon as we got there the doctor broke the news to us about the severe head injuries as a result. Mom persuaded my eldest Sis, Madeira, to leave the marriage.

It is exactly a month ago we did Madeira's death anniversary memorial. She passed away. She couldn't deal with the emotional trauma of leaving her marriage and she never had a child. So when Mom heard I was pregnant for a man she danced all day. I was told, "My marriage will be blissful," she said to everyone but Dad didn't move a cheek. He only called me on the phone one afternoon and said I wouldn't bring him shame. I thought about his words all night. How was I going to bring him shame? I didn't commit murder either. That was the last and only conversation I had with my Dad after everyone knew I was pregnant.

I had just clocked 17 when I was pregnant for Morgan's first child, Melvin, for Morgan. I couldn't concentrate in school with the pregnancy. He promised to be everything loving a husband will be, so I dropped out of school to spend my gestation period with my loving husband. My sweet cheeks and Chava.

Before Melvin was nine months old and ready to be pushed through my uterus in this delightful union. He proposed to marry me. That was all I ever wanted. Before anyone would say jerk, I said YES.

My Dad was furious.

The wedding wouldn't hold immediately due to my parent's pack culture would never allow any man to pay a dowry for a lady who is pregnant. That was when I found out I had messed u. I had surely disgraced my family.

Morgan thought it is wise to postpone the dowry payments which is like an official payment for the union with the man I love with all my life. I adored his 6ft height and muscular broad chest. I would lay on it all night listening to his heartbeat.

Morgan Freeman would never hurt a fly. His silvery voice was made in heaven, It makes me fall asleep when I lay in his arm. He assures me everything was going to be fine and we would-be mates and my dowry was going to be paid as soon as I give birth.

I had to forfeit my education. I didn't care, love had mattered to me. I had found fulfillment. My parents had a small owned home with nine siblings. Seven are girls, two boys, and I am the 7th girl. I didn't like the unending house chores. I was always looking for a way to run away from it, at least one-two month.

Everyone wanted me to stay back home until I give birth then Morgan can do the dowry payment as custom demands. I refuted. I didn't think I will survive staying away from Morgan. He didn't reject either to have me in his home so we lived together.

One year after the delivery of our son, Melvin. We were planning for the dowry party, The big setback was another pregnancy again. I and Morgan felt we were running behind time and we needed to seal our mate union.

I agreed we forfeit my dowry. That was the second thing I would be forgetting in my whole life in as much as I cherished them. I thought it would be the last.

I'm not a heavy drinker I can only get tipsy, I don't get drunk. But I'm very sexy and highly romantic when I get tipsy or a little bit drunk. Every time we went to the bar he bought me enough liquor. I took it nonetheless. I love him.

We were now planning for our white wedding. I called my sibling to join me in our home for the preparation. We had a lot of people in our duplex that I never met. I didn't like the number of persons in our home

Morgan saw the look on my face, he walks up to me, "They are all my business partners" he said. I felt honored to have his business partner in our home after he made me understand.

I heard disturbing arguments from the balcony. I would have ignored but it didn't seem t be ending soon. I was going to help settle whatever difference it was.

The door was slightly open and Morgan was amidst three ladies who had a piece of paper in their hands. I tried to lean my ears against the door.

Part of me wanted to run, yet I knew that I hadn't come this far to flee just yet. They had their pregnancy test reports. I couldn't scream. I could only open my mouth to find that even words had deserted me. I left and went back to my room.

One month later I had found out Morgan was very unfaithful and he is impregnating ladies everywhere because he is wealthy. You know women like money. He is a Liar, you can never know his truth. His business was something I couldn't pinpoint from the onset because I was always feeling it's shady.

He accommodates irrelevant people a lot in the house.

he's always suspicious of me despite that I don't keep friends, maybe he's just insecure. And thinks I'm flirting around like him.

I love Morgan so I endured his excessive. I didn't know where else to go if I leave, my parents would disown me. Moreover, I had a child for him already and I know the struggle single mothers go through to raise a child. But I have two kids now. I forgave him and we lived on.

So, the straw that broke the camel's back was when he said He had a dream that I was having an affair with his brother.

It was funny and annoying but before it happened I had already made up my mind to leave because I could no longer handle his arrogance. Every bad person has a good side. So Morgan equally. He is good too but we are better apart.

He stopped begging me last year to come back when I told him that if he continues he won't see his kids again. I knew

He wouldn't want that because he's aware of the stress he had gone through and he loves his son, Melvin.

That year he took my matter to the Oregon police station and Human rights that I was denying him access to his kids. But anytime I got there, he'll change the topic that he wants me back.

So the people involved will just tell him to do the right thing.

Right now we moved on he's already married and I'll get married too, maybe. I don't know when that would happen because I have given up on love.

My mind is empty right now because I'm not even carrying his annoyance at the moment. He comes to my parent's house most times to see his kids and I talk to him, we laugh, he takes his children out and he leaves. My Mom wouldn't stop nagging at me to go. l back him. She doesn't want to lose me I know, like my late eldest Sis Madeira.

I had forfeited the 3rd thing I had cherished my whole life. I didn't see it coming. I lay on my bed most times all through the night doing nothing other than weeping till my eyes are dry. I thought I wasn't going to recover from it so I took a job at the bar, it didn't seem better.

The doctor had diagnosed me with heart disease. He said I have 2 years to live. I knew I won't survive it but at least I was being distracted by the attendance of customers. I was drinking a lot now but It kept my mind far from those hurting thoughts and past experiences.

I was done with love. I was certain I would never love. I would spend my remaining years and energy nursing my two kids, Melvin and Chloe. I don't know when death will come but I will wait for it.

But then I thought I was done. I thought I was done with love. I believed it but my heart didn't, something wasn't going to allow me to end my life. I was tired of waiting for death to come.

Third Person POV

Working in the bar kept Andrea busy. Busy with things that didn't matter. she should have spent more time getting used to the bar and more time making sure her account notes were perfectly assembled for ease of readability. The veneer of the bar did little to suggest the loud interior that didn't look like any cafe that Andrea had ever seen.

The room felt chaotic and loud. Dark red curtains hung from the walls, interspersed only by metal light fixtures that barely cast illumination worthy of the room. A few tables splotch the nooks of the room, but a massive bar overtook one of the walls and the mainstay of the room was the dance a floor full of writhing bodies of men and women. None of the brochures had made Elkton seem

as a place with much nightlife, especially of the self-indulgent variety, so surely this must have been one of the few bars of its kind in the city.

How on Earth had Andrea managed to choose this one?

The outside was perfectly unassuming. Curled up in an old brick building, Bar Virginia looked like any other restaurant. No bouncer stood outside the door, no line waited to enter.

Of course, seven o'clock at night was probably a little early for the main crowd, but no one had even tried to make it seem like the bar was anything other than a restaurant.

Andrea was done with her shift so she decided to have a meal before heading home. She had ordered her dinner from the limited menu, already noting the club-like atmosphere, but it wasn't until the bass started thumping and the lights dimmed to barely perceivable levels that she understood she was not where she wanted to be but she had chosen to work at the bar out of frustration.

The food was okay, so she stayed long enough to eat, besides, being the new girl in town, that everyone thought. She couldn't afford to pay for two meals in a single night. Andrea didn't plan to end up in Elkton, but she had always known she would live out west of the Oregon metropolitan area when she left Morgan to begin life afresh. Thanks to her Mom's nagging at her to go back to Morgan. She had left her kids and went away into a new city. In the new city, Andrea looks like the hottest chick in town no one would ever think she was married on even had a child. That was all she wanted a new perspective of life. A new beginning.

It was not only the call of the beautiful mountains and lakes, the wilderness that spread on for days and days until civilization was just the faintest of memories. The west was one of the few places left with wild wolves.

As she prepared to leave the bar, something gave her a pause.

Andrea looked around, trying to identify the sight, or the sound, or the smell that froze her in place. Her eyes had long since adjusted to the dim light and she could make out several people around the room.

For a moment she paused at the sight of an attractive, 5ft 8 inches tanned man with dark hair, but dragged her gaze away after a moment. It wasn't him. Though she could not for the life of her say what it was.

And there he was.

He was everything.

This thought crashed into her at the same time and Andrea rocked in her seat from the shock of the contact. Attraction, heat, lust, the urge to rut and rut until there was nothing left but the two of them flooded through her and she felt her nipples harden under the practical fabric of her beige bra.

Who was he?

The man held court beside the bar, perched atop a stool. Each of the men and women around him kept anyone else a safe distance away. From this distance, Andrea couldn't make out everything about him, but she stalked across the floor, closer and closer, before she could even contemplate her actions.

The man wore a black leather jacket left open over a gray top and tight, oh so tight, jeans that trailed down to serviceable shoes. His brown hair hung around his shoulders and his blue eyes tilted up. He exuded the tightly coiled power of a born leader.

Boldness flowed through her as she surged forward through the throng, not edging along the dance floor, but cutting directly through it. Before she could reach the man, he stood from his

seat and met Andrea halfway. That handsome, powerful, dangerous man grabbed hold of Andrea's hand and pulled her close, his breath whispering in her ear. Breathing her in as he spoke.

"I'm Adrian."

Yes, yes he was. Part of Andrea wanted to bow before him in worship, but another, stronger part stood straighter as it sought this man. Heat sizzled through her, settling between her legs,

igniting her whole self as she breathed in the scent of him. She took her free hand and wrapped it around Adrian's body. "I'm Andrea."

Did they need anything else? As far as Andrea was concerned even the names were unnecessary. They swayed closely together, their rhythm out of sync with the fast song blasting through the speakers. But Andrea knew that the music could not penetrate the world they were creating. She fit her head into the crook of Adrian's neck, her hands running down his back.

Without warning, without preamble Adrian closed his lips on the pulse of Kelly's throat, his tongue working over the pulse that beat double time. Andrea was tipsy. The fire within Andrea burned hotter and she could feel that wetness between her legs. One of Adrian's hands drifted lower, grasping her ass and grinding their hips together.

Andrea lost all awareness of where they stood. She was vaguely aware of a dozen stumbling steps. And before she knew it she felt her back slammed against the brick wall in the alley behind the bar.

Adrian pulled back, a smile on his swollen lips and a strange lightness in his blue eyes.

Adrian hadn't expected it to hit him like this. He sat at the bar as he did most nights, surrounded by the pack members and listening to the minutiae of their lives. Adrian kept the major problem, children, away, the pack separated him from the normal humans, and he enjoyed free dinner and drinks, And none of them could feel that gnawing sensation that had been eating away at him for the last year.

Mate, mate, find a mate! His wolf Joe begged, leaving him waking in the night, sweating, dick hard, and on the edge of orgasm. But whatever base urges spurred him on, he resisted. No mate

presented herself and no one in the pack was interesting enough for him to try to force the mating.

On and on the night went, only feeling longer for that sense that there should be someone beside him. It had never felt this insistent before and he hoped that this was not a precursor of the

things to come.

Something pricked at the senses of his wolf, sending shivers through him and raising the hairs on the back of his neck. His people noted his response as each one of them bristled in sympathy.

And there she was. Mate, mate, find a mate! It sang through him and Adrian stood staring. he couldn't fight the urge...

Third-person POV

Andrea strides towards Adrian, her feet so sure that even the most involved of dancers flee her path in the bar room. Her blond long hair flowed behind her, framing her pale skin. Blue eyes pierce him, but instead of holding him in place, her freezing eyes compel him to move forward.

Though she is human, she moved with the grace of those more in touch with nature.

Adrian moves forward to meet her, moving through his pack members as if they weren't there. He grasps her hand and told her his name. Andrea, returned the favor, pulling him close. They exchanged breath, grinding closer and closer together, lust and something like fate surging through them.

Adrian had never felt like this for anyone before. He wanted to strip this woman bare, devour her and be devoured, own her and be owned. This woman could be everything, mate, lover,

a friend and all he knew was her name.

It was enough.

Adrian maneuvered them outside to the semi-private alley behind the bar. He didn't want to share these first moments with Andrea with anyone else. She is tipsy as usual. Her estrogen was secreting more than usual.

He pushed Andrea against the wall, shoving her harder than he should have when playing with a human owing to the passion raging through him compelled. This thing between them made it feel like the night of the full moon, though that was a week off. But that playful thing, his human wolf, danced underneath his skin. He pulled back and grinned, knowing his eyes shown with that hint of inhumanity present in every werewolf.

Andrea didn't shrink, she returned his smile, still saying nothing, only raising a hand the caress Adrian's cheek.

Adrian turned his face towards it, savoring the texture of the calloused fingers. Heat engulfed him, he couldn't wait to feel those fingers on him, around him. He clutched the nape of Andrea's

neck and pulled her forward, capturing her lips in a harsh kiss.

She tastes sweet and Adrian could never remember being more turned on in his life. He licked against Andrea's lips, groaning when she parted and their tongues tangled. Adrian felt himself

hardening, and with each delicious scrape of pressure as he and Andrea moved he felt catapulted up and up to higher planes of pleasure.

Adrian nudged Andrea's legs apart with his knee, letting Andrea ride him as they continued to kiss. His hand grasped the bottom of Andrea's shirt, hiking it up so that he could feel her bare skin.

Andrea moaned as Adrian trailed his fingers in light caresses over her ribs, slowly moving higher and higher until his hand brushed against her bra.

Andrea pulled back gasping. Her hands worked at Adrian's shoulders, removing the jacket and revealing the gray tank top underneath. She ran her hands down Adrian's arms, feeling the well-defined muscle, kneading at it with each slow movement.

Adrian shivered.

Adrian reached behind Andrea's back and unhooked her bra then eased his hands under the now loose cups. He took one breast in hand, balancing the perfectly shaped orb in his hand. His

thump flicked over Andrea's hard nipple and Andrea moaned and kissed at his neck.

Adrian did it again, twice in quick succession, and Andrea jumped a little, grinding down hard onto Adrian's leg.

Adrain's mouth felt too full, he kissed Andrea's neck, licking at the pulse as it jumped at his attention. He couldn't get enough of the salty-sweet taste of Andrea's skin and suck harder and harder. He felt Andrea's hand drift down and undo the button on his jeans, a hand sneaking lower until one of Andrea's fingers skimmed over the straining flesh of his erect cock.

With the shock of the contact, Adrian bit down harder than he wanted and heard Andrea's grasp, though this time from some mix of pleasure pain. He tasted the smallest hint of metallic blood

and reared back in shock. Already the mark was an awful reddish/purple, evidence of play gone too far.

Adrain collapsed simply and Andrea eased her to the ground and backed away. This was too much, he needed to get out of here. Everything had been going so well until that arc of blinding pain shot through Andrea. Blinding pain mixed with explosive pleasure. She whimpered and felt all of the tension and strength leave her body and her eyes drifted closed in the last moments as Adrain lowered her to the ground. If she had been conscious she would have tried to ask what the hell was going on, but those thoughts vanished several minutes later when she felt someone's hand jostle her awake.

The attractive man from earlier crouched in front of her, a little too close to her neck for her liking.

Had Adrian freaking bitten her?

Is he a vampire or something? If she wasn't so tired

Andrea would have smiled. Instead, she looked blankly at the man in front of her, too tired to even worry about his intentions.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

Andrea raised a hand to her head, changing at the last moment to feel the wound at the base of her neck, and winced when she touched the tender flesh.

"Yes, I think." She braced a hand on the wall behind her and tried to summon the energy to stand. But nothing came.

"Help me up?"

He stood and offered her a hand, hauling her up and helping to stabilize her. "Maybe a little too much to drink?" He suggested,

"You have a friend who can drive you home?"

"They're all busy," she lied, realizing it would not be a good idea to tell a stranger in the alley behind a bar that she had no friends in town.

"And I didn't drink anything. I'm fine."

And now that she was standing, she was feeling nothing other than a little bit of a headache.

Incredibly horny, but uninjured. Andrea and her escort walked back inside, Adrian had disappeared and so had his clique. Andrea's Account keep folder of work still sat at her table undisturbed. She scooped it up and headed for the parking lot, sliding into her truck and pulling out on the road to head home.

She walked into her small one-bedroom apartment and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, barely remembering to set the alarm before going to sleep. Andrea couldn't get over what had come upon her.