Chapter 2: Not wet enough

Mia's POV

I stared at her, tears streaming down my face.

Veronica knew Marcus was my boyfriend.

Then why did she sleep with him?

And most importantly, wasn’t Veronica trying to be Alpha Draven’s Luna?

Even someone like me knew Alpha Draven.

He was the uncrowned king of the Northern world, with all the smaller packs bowing to him.

He had more wealth and power than we could possibly imagine.

“You’re probably wondering why I’d pass on Alpha Draven and choose your boyfriend instead?”

Veronica sat up casually from the bed, not bothering to cover her perfect body, and smiled at me.

“Sure, Alpha Draven has power and wealth. But, I’ve heard he’s incredibly ugly and a total sex perv.”

“...Sex perv?” I murmured.

“Yeah. He had 8 wives, and every one of them died in his bed. Either his dick is as big as a bull’s, or it’s covered in barbs, or he just likes beating women in bed. I’m sure he’s a psycho old man. A lady like me can’t marry a grandpa.” Veronica made a disgusted face. “I needed to find a partner before he arrives, so I have a good reason to refuse him.”

I stared at her in disbelief, “...But Marcus is my boyfriend.”

Veronica giggled, “So what? Not my fault if you can’t keep your man.”

I turned to look at Marcus shakily. He was huddled at the foot of the bed, avoiding my gaze.

“Marcus!” My voice trembled. “Luna Helena just said she’s sending me to the border… if we don’t get married, I’ll become a camp whore...You said you were going to marry me…”

He flinched but still stared at the bed sheets, not looking at me.

“I-I know it’s tough, Mia. But…” he stammered, “She’s Veronica, and you’re...”

“And I’m what?” I snapped.

He finally looked up, giving me an annoyed glance, “Stop yelling! You can’t pressure a man into marrying you! You are a whore’s daughter! Anyone would choose Veronica over you!”

I saw the mocking look on his face and stumbled back a step.

He didn’t love me at all.

He chose me simply because he didn’t have a better choice before. Now that the Alpha’s daughter wanted to sleep with him, he jumped at the chance.

Pain and shame nearly overwhelmed me. I turned and ran for the door.

Veronica’s sharp laughter followed me, “Don’t be sad, Mia! Once you’re at the border, you can sleep with a different man every single day!”

I rushed down the hallway, heading to my basement room.

But when I got there, I found the servants had turned my room into a storage area for tomorrow’s welcome party for Alpha Draven.

They shoved me away roughly, telling me I couldn’t sleep there tonight and to get lost.

I walked out into the street, crying and sobbing.

Tonight was the Full Moon Carnival, and the streets were packed with party people. Everyone was walking in groups, except for me.

I had no family and no friends. I thought I had Marcus, but even he betrayed me today.

I was all alone.

I didn’t watch where I was going and bumped into someone the next second.

“Hey! Watch it!”

I stepped back and looked up in panic.

A tall, muscular man stood in front of me. His towering height posed a huge shadow over my body.

…This man must be the most handsome person I’d ever seen.

He had sharp features, deep blue eyes, and a perfect nose and mouth. He had the face of an angel but radiated a powerful, intimidating aura.

I looked at him blankly, my jaw dropped. He must be a noble or something.

“You stepped onto me,” the handsome man said coldly.

“Get out of the way!” guards behind him snapped.

“S-sorry!” I stammered, trembling under his icy gaze. Then I quickly bent down, trying to wipe my footprint off his leather shoe. “I-I'll clean it off right now...”

But he grabbed my chin and lifted my head.

I froze, my heart pounding, as he examined me with those gorgeous blue eyes, expressionless.

He bent down abruptly. His hot lips fell on the back of my neck.

I gasped in horror.

What just happened?!

“…You smell good,” he whispered in a husky voice. “Don’t move.”

I stayed perfectly still, holding my breath. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest.

Taking another deep inhale, he straightened up and asked, “How old are you?”

“19.” I whispered.

“So you’ve shifted.”

“Yes…but my wolf is weak and hardly ever wakes up.”

I was a bit embarrassed about that. But he didn’t seem to mind.

“Come to my hotel tonight.”

He rubbed my lips with his thumb, his voice growing husky, “And I’ll forgive you for what just happened.”

I felt dizzy.

A total stranger just asked me to hook up. He must think I am a prostitute!

I should refuse.

But the image of Marcu and Veronica having sex flashed across my mind. Tonight, I didn’t want to be the girl that no man wanted.

And compared to losing my virginity to the rough soldiers at the border, I’d rather spend my first night with a handsome guy like him.

“OK.” I whispered, my heart racing.

He smiled, “Cute little wolf.”

We race back to his hotel, the most luxurious one in this pack. Once we got out, he pulled me along and strode across the lobby.

I could feel his urgency. My body started to heat up.

He shoved me into the elevator roughly. Before the doors fully closed, he pressed me against the wall and leant down, catching my lips hungrily.

His lips were hot. His muscles were hard as rock. He invaded his tongue into my mouth, exploring forcefully.

I groaned in pain when he clenched my waist but he ignored my protest.

I felt like I was melting in his arms.

“Someone... might come in...” I groaned weakly , trying to escape.

“Private elevator.” He pinched my chin, dissatisfied. “Focus.”

By the time the elevator doors opened, my legs were so weak I could barely stand.

He lifted me effortlessly with one arm and threw me over his shoulder, striding forward. I didn’t even get a good look at the room before he tossed me onto a giant bed.

He stood at the bed’s edge like a beast, taking off his shirt, looking down at me with dark eyes.

I gulped and asked shakily, “W—What is your name…AHH!”

I didn’t get to finish that sentence. He grabbed me by my ankle and yanked me to the bed’s edge.

His hand went straight between my legs, his finger slipping into my panties and felt my entrance.

“Not wet enough,” he said.

I was stunned.

This was beyond everything I knew about sex!

He was rough, impatient, like a volcano. I felt like he’d tear me apart once we started.

“I...” I cried out before he trusted that finger into me. “I’m a virgin!”

He froze.

“…Like I said…I just started not long ago…” I whispered.

After a brief silence, he straightened up.

“I don’t do virgins.” He said icily.