ALPHA DRAGON

Jenny P.O.V

I am Jenny Anderson, the youngest daughter of Alpha Anderson of the Golden Sun Pack. Our pack is known for our shining golden eyes, a mark of our loyalty and dedication, traits I inherited from my father.

Tonight is a very significant night, at least for me, because tomorrow I will transform into a wolf. It's a new moon, and it will be a blood moon, red in color.

I am a bit excited to meet my wolf, but deep inside, I am terrified. I am not entirely pure; I forgot to mention that I am a hybrid. My father once loved my mother despite having a Luna, and he had me with a vampire. My father never sinned, but after having me, everyone judged him and forced him to abandon his relationship with my mother. I don't know what happened afterward, as he never told me about my mother. He always avoids or ignores the question as if he never heard it. But truthfully, he loved me and tried to compensate for the absence of a mother in my life.

I have lived a quiet and simple life for the past 18 years. Yes, there have been some bad situations, especially involving the pack's Luna, my father's wife, and her daughter. They hold a grudge against me and hate me. I have always believed that they are not my family; my home and family is my father.

My half-sister, Olivia, is older and has transformed into a wolf but has yet to meet her mate... This increases her envy and jealousy day by day.

Today, she insisted on taking me to celebrate with her. She wants to celebrate that tomorrow I will become a wolf. This scares me because she doesn't love me and hates even mentioning my name. But today, she begged my father to let me go with her to the celebration.

My father agreed, and she was strangely happy, smiling weirdly and hugging me deeply, which was also unacceptable to me. I felt like it was a trap. Who am I to believe that Olivia is sincere? But I couldn't object to my father's decision or refuse after he gave his approval.

I truly enjoyed the party, dancing around the fire with my friends. It was an unforgettable night. Maybe I was wrong about Olivia, thinking she wanted to do something good for the first time in her life, so I decided to trust her just for tonight.

She approached me, offering me alcohol, which I immediately refused. This is unacceptable for someone meeting their wolf tomorrow. But she insisted, and after much rejection from me, she finally gave up and took away the alcohol. I am pure and clean according to the pack's laws and the moon goddess.

She then offered me a cup of non-alcoholic juice, which I accepted as I danced and twirled, filled with great joy at the thought of meeting my mate tomorrow.

A little while later, I woke up to find myself in a room at the same hotel Olivia had booked for us to continue our celebration. I don't remember anything after drinking that juice. My head was spinning, and I found myself in someone's bed, with a man starting to undress.

I need to escape this trap...

That night changed everything. At eighteen, I was captivatingly beautiful with long black hair and vibrant green eyes. I had a quiet and sensitive personality, but at that moment, my face turned pale, my eyes filled with terror, and my body trembled with fear and tension.

"Stop, you whore," the man said in a rough, angry voice, stepping towards me with heavy steps.

I was feeling extremely dizzy, my steps unsteady as I tried to escape. My slender body was trembling with fear and tension. Every moment, I felt weaker and weaker, drugged and dizzy, unable to walk, but I had to escape this man.

"Please, leave me alone. You're mistaken!" I screamed in a hoarse voice, trembling with fear and exhaustion.

The man was huge, in his mid-thirties, with harsh features and narrow eyes, radiating anger. His curly brown hair and light beard matched his violent and aggressive personality. He spoke with a rough, angry voice, and his eyes gleamed with intense rage.

The man didn't care about my pleas. He had made a deal to sleep with me tonight for money. He told me this when I woke up to find myself in his bed. I was trembling as he approached, and suddenly, I grabbed a vase to hit him on the head.

I had no strength to stand against him. I hadn't yet received my wolf, and worse, I was drugged. The night before the transformation into a wolf would be my weakest because my body and bones were preparing for the change.

"Stop! You won't be able to escape in this condition," he said, holding his aching head, trying to control his pain as he advanced toward me with heavy steps.

He tried to grab my leg, bleeding from his injury, but I managed to escape the room easily. He was trying to gather his strength to chase after me, knowing that my condition wouldn't allow me to walk far.

"I won't forgive you, Olivia, for this conspiracy," I shouted in pain, my voice angry as I fled the room.

I should never have trusted Olivia; she ruined the worst night of my life. She's cruel to the point of being evil...

I was on the verge of losing consciousness when I found a room opposite. The moment I saw the door was open, I hurried inside, not wanting to pass out here where he could find me.

I closed the door, catching my breath. I felt my body burning. Maybe Olivia had given me a drug that made my body hot and crave sex.

When I closed the door, I felt a temporary sense of security, but soon I realized I wasn't alone. I heard a voice moan, "Baby, are you here? I've been waiting for so long. Why did you take so long?"

The voice sounded somewhat familiar to me, but the darkness of the room made it difficult to recognize the man's voice.

(Alpha Dragon, in his early thirties, with blue eyes and a handsome but weary face from waiting.)

I laughed inwardly; he seemed to have a romantic and understanding personality. He spoke in a soft voice, his eyes filled with longing.

The room was dark and very cold, as if this man was preparing for an intimate encounter. I tried to walk into the room to tell him I wasn't the one he was waiting for. I just needed to stay until I regained consciousness and hid from the giant man looking for me now.

As soon as I took a few steps, he grabbed me, wrapping his arm around my waist and whispering in my ear, "You’ve become more beautiful and soft."

(His face showed signs of weariness and waiting. He was wearing an open-buttoned white shirt and black pants.)

When he held me, his hand was strong, but he tried to be gentle. From his grip and his massive body, I could swear he was definitely an Alpha, not just an ordinary werewolf.

I was about to speak and tell him I wasn't her, but my hot body stopped me. The man leaned in, planting scattered kisses on my neck, whispering with admiration, "Soft as a baby."

"Leave me!" I pleaded, desperate for him to let me go.

"Are you still angry?" he asked, puzzled.

"No, you're drunk and don't realize who you're holding!" I screamed, in a pitiful state.

"Baby," he called out in a rough voice. He didn't notice that I wasn't his supposed lover because of his drunken state.

"I'm not your lover, please let me go," I begged, tears welling up in my eyes, ready to pour out in a storm from these green eyes.

I tried with all my might to tell him the truth, but my exhausted state and the drugs in my body prevented me from expressing myself clearly.

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that you're in my arms. Don't be afraid, you'll enjoy it," he said, his rough voice filled with growing passion.

"Get away!" I screamed in pain, my body trembling. The drugs in my system made me weak.

But the man didn't hear my plea. He just pulled me and threw me onto the bed, lying on top of me. "You fascinate me. You're beautiful," he whispered with admiration.

I was perplexed; he hadn't seen my face, didn't know me, and I'd never met him before. I couldn't see him either, yet he told me I was beautiful. My body was on fire, and I couldn't push him away.

My strength gave out, and I surrendered to him. I lost my virginity to him, and he noticed. He began undressing me slowly and deliberately, savoring the moment. He stripped me and pressed his lips to mine, drawing out a moan. We both enjoyed it as if we had known each other for years.

He undressed, and our bodies melded together. I was a virgin, and he knew he was the first to touch me. He couldn't deny my softness and beauty, my voice moaning, and my body trembling under his touch.

In the dark, cold room, the tension rose. My body trembled with heat and pleasure, the drug igniting my senses. I wrapped my arms around his neck, encouraging him to go deeper. I wanted him to share the same feeling with me, though I didn't know if it was the drug or the man himself. A huge man, a rough voice, that was all my mind could grasp about him.

I was breathing hard, my breath ragged, struggling to catch the air. My face was flushed, my eyes half-closed, filled with both desire and pain. My lips moved chaotically, kissing him passionately, my hands touching his muscular chest, feeling his strong heartbeat. My body grew hotter with each touch, making me moan in pleasure until I screamed in pain between my legs.

I cried out in intense pain, "Ah... Ah!"

"Are you in pain? Should I stop?" He looked at me with his blue eyes, asking with unexpected gentleness.

But I whispered, my voice tinged with both desire and pain, "No... don't stop."

He hummed in pleasure, beginning to move inside me, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss.

"You're truly beautiful!" he smiled, repeating his words as he started moving within me. He felt my slender body respond to his every move.

"For the first time, I feel safe," I murmured, feeling love and security.

We were both happy. I felt like I loved this feeling and wanted to continue deeply, especially with a man who treated me kindly and made me feel safe, even though I didn't know him.