From Ruthless Alpha to The Darling I Crave

"I want to see you at the spyflower hotel, this afternoon. Don't delay, if you don't want to provoke me!"

That was the content of the messages that just buzzed Tricia's phone one sunny afternoon. She looked at it and sighed. It wasn't the first time she had gotten such a message. They do come before and she blocks them, but each time she blocks the sender, he switches to another line. She changed her number once because of this but still the messages kept coming to her new line.

The next day, she went out with her friends to drink and while they chatted, she got another message.

"You disobeyed me yesterday and I spared you. Now I want you to come stand up from that chair and dance for me."

She was terrified at this new message. There were a lot of people in the bar with their friends. She wondered if this was a prank from a person who knew her.

The song playing in the bar suddenly changed to Tricia's best song and immediately, another message came in.

"Dance to it! It is your favourite. I'm watching!"

Tricia turned around to see if there was any suspicious looking person around, but it was just her and her friends.

"What's it Tricia? You look troubled," Bella inquired. Bella was a model too and often hung out with Tricia.

"There's nothing wrong. I just thought I saw someone I knew," Tricia lied.

She wanted to reply the message and warn the sender to stop, but her phone showed her that the sender doesn't support replies. She sighed and put her phone back.

Tricia's friends stood up for a dance and Tricia stayed back on her seat, with her mind made up to not dance to her favourite song that day.

As her friends danced, she sat back on her chair and thought deeply. A waiter came across and asked if she needed wine. She didn't reply, but gave the waiter a glass instead and the waiter filled it up.

Tricia drank from the cup and within three minutes, started feeling dizzy from head to toe. She looked around, everything and everywhere seemed to be twirling around. She was losing her balance. She felt like she was going to fall off from the chair she sat on.

A last message came to her phone, but her head wasn't clear enough to pry into it. She decided to close her eyes and wait for to the dizziness to ease off.

The next moment she opened her eyes, she found herself in a room, with her hands tied to a bed.

Her trouser had been to taken off and her and her legs wide spread and held by some masculine arm.

A strange man was on the bed with her, sniffing in between her legs. She shrieked and kicked at him. It was almost like she had kicked a bolder that wouldn't bulge.

"Get off me!" Tricia yelled.

He ignored her, his face still buried in between her legs, sniffing up close to under her pants.

"Get off me!" Tricia yelled again.

Finally, the man raised his head and she saw his face. His eyes were a burning crimson red set and were fierce-looking, but there was a smile on his face. His canine were twice longer and sharper than a dog's. He had long brown hairs on his head which relaxed all the way back; and when he flung his head backward, those hairs rang the bells of his breathtaking handsomeness. She was stunned, but why would such a perfect creature be acting in such a savage manner. Be him handsome or ugly, she needed to get herself out of his mess.

But the strange man was still smiling. And with that smile, whispered into her ear, "the smell that I have been waiting for. My unsullied mate!"

"What do you mean?" Tricia frisked out. " What do you mean by 'unsullied mate'? I'm not any mate of yours. You should be able to tell from the face that I'm younger than you!"

"Hmmm... Are you ignorant of the fact that you're my mate?" he asked her, laughing.

"You're probably high, and I don't care whatever you're high on. I just want you to know that this is sexual abuse! And if the cops get to know about it, you're spending the rest of your life in jail!" Tricia threatened.

"You're too stubborn, my love," he said to her.

"Don't call me that!" she kicked him again. "Nobody tries to rape his love!"

Each time she kicked him, he'd spread her legs apart again with his muscular arms and start sniffing her again.

"You're a freak. Don't think these contact lenses are enough to hide who you truly are! I'll call the cops right now if you don't get your filthy self off me!" she yelled.

"Do you know what it means to wait for twenty five years?" He asked, clearly paying deaf ears to whatever she was ranting about. "Tell me what should stop me from going into you now. Not even the cops can stop me."

He spoke without the slightest fear, and as he spoke, he nudged his nose in the front of Tricia's panty, right upon her entrance.

Tears escaped Tricia's eyes immediately. She was being abused and it scared her to the pants. What if he rapes her? She was still a virgin and had many reasons she hadn't had sex at the age of twenty eight. She felt like crying, screaming or at least shouting, but it was obvious no one would come to her rescue cause the man hadn't tried to hush her for a moment.

"Don't do this!" Tricia cried as the man pulled down her pants and sniffed closer.

"Has the fierce lioness turned into a timid little mouse?" he asked her.

"Please spare me," Tricia begged.

"Your smell satisfies me a lot. I want to give you a chance to right your wrongs," he said.

"Please, I don't know what you're talking about," Tricia whimpered.

"Fine let me tell you," the man said. "I'm an alpha and you are my destined mate. I'm the one who has been sending you those messages. I thought you would have understood that you're the mate of an alpha. Now, I need to build my race and I can't do it alone. You're coming with me."

"Is this some kind of fairytale?" she asked in shocked.

The man sighed and climbed down the bed then said to her, "close your legs."

Tricia found her legs closing immediately.

"Open them!" the man ordered.

Her legs opened immediately.

"Wider!" he said and wider the legs went.

Tricia was terrified, "what on earth is this?"

"You have ignorantly been away from the werewolf system and known nothing about it. I choose not to force my seeds into you. I want you to willingly give me everything I ask of you," he said.

"Please, untie me from here. My shoulders hurt," she cried. Her tears drizzled down her cheek.

The man walked up to her and licked her tears, "everything about you is perfect. Perhaps, that's the reason destiny made me to wait this long."

"Untie me, please," Tricia whimpered, her eyes ladened with fear and tears.

"Tricia... I don't take insults from any member of my pack. You won't be an exception. If I call you, make sure you answer immediately. Whenever I need you, make sure you make yourself available to me. Am I clear here?"

"Yes, you are..." Tricia said with a prolonged moan.

The man untied her hands immediately and she laid helpless on the bed.

"You shall let me sniff you more before you go," he said to her, his eyes still burning red.

The look on his face when he spoke was intimidating. He wasn't beaming an aura of anger. It was rather an aura of dire warning which she could read clearly that he wasn't the type to be messed with.

Tricia nodded with tears coming down from her eyes. The man bent his head down again and started sniffing her. When he had sniffed to his fill, he let her out of the room. She ran out with her trouser in her hands and wore them at the corridor, leaving her underwear behind.

When Tricia ran out of the room, she found out that she was in a big hotel. She reported to the security that a man had harassed her in a room. The followed her to the room and when they got there, they found nothing but her red pant and a bottle of beer. The security looked at Tricia with suspicion, she was looking disoriented and they felt she must have been intoxicated by the beer.

The receptionist told her that she had been the one who booked the apartment and no one had come to pay her a visit, if not the visitor would have been recorded in their ledger or by the camera. Tricia was shocked.

When she got home, she called each of her friends and they all told her the same story that she had left with a man while they were dancing and told them to go ahead without her.

"Is it possible that I was doing things without knowing?" she wondered.

Tricia met a neighbour who she was friends with. His name was Tom. He was a bookworm and a sucker for ancient knowledge, myth and history.

Tricia told Tom about her experience, cause he was the only person who wouldn't see her as a crazy person when she narrated what had happened to her.

"Wow! This is crazy. You might have just met an actual werewolf," Tom said, "you, being his mate means that you're a werewolf too."

"Fuck that! I'm not a werewolf and I'm not his goddamn mate!" Tricia rebuked.

Tom laughed and said, "you're lucky to have a werewolf long for you. They're so overprotective and caring."

"Well, I doubt that. This one is different, he was just sniffing me like a horny dog," Tricia said, pouting her lips in anger.

"Wait! Do you experience anything during full moons?" Tom asked her.

"No, but I notice that some nights, my stomach just hurts a lot. Even when I know I didn't eat anything bad," Tricia said.

"When last did that happen?" Tom asked with all the curiousity in the world splatter all over his face.

"Last Sunday... Yeah! Last Sunday, cause I didn't go to the nightclub because if it," Tricia stated.

"Oh my goodness. Tricia you're a fucking werewolf!" Tom said excitedly.

"I am?" she asked.

"Yeah! A fucking werewolf for real!" Tom repeated.

"You must be mistaking here," Tricia said.

"Wait! Let me see your cheek," Tom requested with a grin, "your right cheek!"

Tricia turned her cheek and Tom gave her a peck on the cheek immediately and jumped in excitement, "I've kissed a werewolf. Yee-haw!!!"

"You're crazy!" Tricia said, "I'll go meet someone serious."

"I'm very serious!" Tom said, "if you like we could go for a blood test."

"No, I'm good. I know myself," Tricia said.

"Last Sunday was a full moon, Tricia," Tom pointed out, "if you like we'll wait for the next full moon to prove me right."

When Tricia got home that day, she couldn't sleep. She rolled from edge to edge of her bed, thinking about what Tom had told her. She bit her lips and scoffed. She was kinda excited but felt it was wrong to be excited about that.

"There's no way I am a werewolf," Tricia kept saying that night. But deep inside she was asking herself, "am I a fucking werewolf for real?"

She kept saying that till sleep took her over.