The Forbidden Alpha

The moon is high in the sky when I wake up. My stomach is growling but I need to go and get clothes for tomorrow. I refuse to do the walk of shame in the morning when everyone’s awake. I’d die of embarrassment if I saw Olivia and I was wearing the same thing I was wearing yesterday.

Looking over at Ethan, I watch as his chest rises and falls with his breathing. I’ll go and get some clothes and maybe whip up a late-night snack for us and be back before he’ll even notice.

Sitting up slowly, I hold my breath as I listen to see if he’s stirring. Ignoring the pain between my legs, I creep towards the edge of the bed.

I throw my legs over the edge, plant my feet firmly on the ground, and pull myself up as gracefully as I can muster.

A light breeze raises goosebumps on my arms, I steal one more glance at Ethan laying in bed, his muscular tanned skin slightly covered by the white bed sheet, his eyes still closed.

I let out a breath of relief as I tiptoe around the room. Finding one of his shirts I slip it over my head and pull it down over my body. The material hangs down below my thighs and I pull my hair up in a messy bun.

When I get to my room, the idea of a warm bath calls me. After the night or day, we’ve had I need one but I love smelling like him. I inhale and freeze when I smell an unfamiliar scent.

Alarm bells start going off and I scan my room. This is my room so it should smell like me. This smell…. this smell doesn’t belong to me or to Ethan.



Nothing is out of place, I search the dresser and my chair, my eyes stop on the deckle-edged paper sitting on my bed.

The paper feels flimsy in my fingers but my heart is hammering like it’s trying to jump out of my chest. Peeling the seal off I unfold the letter and open it.

I love you so much that I can barely stand to breathe without you. I’m sorry if I was rough with you but you have to understand Adea. You fucked up.

Even though I hate that you destroyed my life and made me lose everything that was rightfully mine, I love you.

Is it easier without me by your side? Do you miss me as I miss you? Without me, you’re nothing… but don’t worry, soon, you’ll return to your place.

It makes me sick thinking of you by his side. I hate it. I hate this. Don’t worry though, you won’t be by his side for long.

Don’t forget where you belong. Don’t forget who you belong to.

-Always,

Yours

My hands are shaking by the time I’ve finished reading the letter. I swallow the lump in my throat. A shiver slides down my spine and I grip the bedside table to stop myself from collapsing.

How did this get here? Who put it here? Was he here?

Oh gosh…

“Kor?” I squeak

“Yes, Adea, I’m here. Don’t worry. We need to tell Ethan, show him the note and he can help us. We don’t know how the note got here, if he brought it himself or if he has someone spying on you for him,” she instructs me.

I nod.

“I’ll have to show Ethan, won’t I?” I ask.

“Yes, and he’ll help us. He loves you and he won’t let anything happen to us. He’s our mate, our partner,” she says and I can feel the warmth of her words.

“I know,” I whisper.

“I’ll tell Ethan,” I say uncertainty lacing my words, and doubt spreading in my mind.

Looking down at the letter, I raise my right hand to my lips and nibble on my thumb. I need to get out of here. I can’t stay in here any longer.

I throw my clothes into a bag and head out of my room. I need to feel his arms around me, I don’t want to think of Shane or his hands on me. I don’t want to think of what he’d do to me if he had me to himself. I don’t want the images of what we’ve done before in my head.

Tears break free and run down my cheeks. I look down the hallway and make my way to Ethan’s room. My hands are shaking and I fist them to try to stop the shaking.

I see a small light from under his door and I hope he isn’t awake yet. I could use a few minutes to calm down first. When I open the door, the room is dark, and I let out a breath of relief when I see Ethan’s still form still in bed, sleeping.

Putting down my bag of clothes, I walk to the bathroom, I slowly twist the handle and open the door. I slip inside before carefully closing the door. There’s no light streaming in from anywhere and I flip on the lights.

I take in a breathe and walk over to the shower, turning it on hot. I pull Ethan’s shirt off and fold it nicely before putting it on the counter. Walking over to the shower, I reach out my hand and test the temperature.

It’s hot as I step in under it. The water trails down my back engulfing me in heat. 

My fear from earlier in my room is still there, but also a touch of anger. I’ve never felt angry about my situation before but I feel a tinge of it now.

I hate myself.

I hate what Shane does to me…

I hate the effect he has on me.

Why is he doing this to me?

This isn’t love. Why can’t Shane see that? I can’t stop the sobs that wrack through my body. I’m so tired of this.

It’s been so long since I’ve felt so free… so good. I don’t think I can remember when the last time I felt this way. Ethan makes me feel.

The letter only reminded me how dirty I am. Do I even deserve to be by Ethan’s side?