Loving The Malevolent Alpha

"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 Emily'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 the messages kept coming to her new line as well, bothering the tranquil life of Emily Hart.

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 Emily's best song and immediately, another message came in.

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

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

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

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

Emily's friends stood up for a dance and Emily 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.

Emily drank from the cup and within three minutes, started feeling dizzy. She looked around and it felt like everything was twirling and she could barely stay balanced. She felt like she was going to fall off from the chair she sat.

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

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 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!" Emily yelled.

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

"Get off me!" Emily yelled again.

Finally, the man raised his head and she saw his face. His eyes were red and fierce looking, but there was a smile on his face. His canine were twice longer and sharper than a dog's.

With that smile, he said to her, "the smell that I have been waiting for. My unsullied mate!"

"What do you mean?" Emily frisked out. "I'm nothing like your mate. 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.

"I don't care whatever you're talking about. I just want you to know that this is sexual abuse! And if the cops know about it, you're spending the rest of your life in jail!" Emily 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 just a freak with some contact lens and creepy Halloween makeup. And this is not even Halloween. I'll call the cops right now!" she yelled.

"Do you know what it means to wait for twenty five years? Tell me what should stop me from going into you now?" he asked her, smudging his nose on the base of her red pant. "Not even the cops can."

Tears escaped Emily's eyes immediately. She wanted to cry, scream or shout but it was obvious no one would come to her rescue cause the man hadn't tried to hush her for once.

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

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

"Please spare me," Emily begged.

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

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

Emily found her legs closing immediately.

"Open them!" the man ordered.

Her legs opened immediately.

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

Emily 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," Emily whimpered, her eyes looking pitiful.

"Emily Hart, 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," Emily sobbed.

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 warning which she could read clearly that he wasn't the type to be messed with.

Emily 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 Emily 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. They 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 Emily 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. Emily 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.

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

Emily told Clifford about her experience, cause he was the only person who wouldn't see her as a crazy person when she narrated her incident.

"Wow! This is crazy. You might have just met an actual werewolf," Clifford 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!" Emily rebuked.

Clifford 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 he was crazy," Emily said, pouting her lips in anger.

"Wait! Do you experience anything during full moons?" Clifford 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," Emily said.

"When last did that happen?" Clifford 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," Emily stated.

"Oh my goodness. Emily you're a fucking werewolf!" Clifford said excitedly.

"I am?" she asked.

"Yeah! A fucking bloody werewolf!" Clifford repeated.

"You must be mistaking here," Emily said.

"Wait! Let me see your cheek," Clifford requested, "your right cheek!"

Emily turned her cheek and Bradley kissed her right cheek immediately and jumped up in excitement, "I've kissed a werewolf. Yee-haw!!!"

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

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

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

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

When Emily got home that day, she couldn't sleep. She rolled from edge to edge of her bed, thinking about what Clifford 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," Emily kept saying that night. But deep inside she was telling herself, "I'm a fucking werewolf. For real!"

She kept saying that till sleep took her over.