Chapter 3

*BRIANNE’S POV*

With wide eyes and a face plastered with confusion, I stared at the sleeping man next to me.

Or I could be seeing things due to the influence of the alcohol.

I silently got out of the bed. Searching for my phone and trying not to wake up the man on the bed was such a hard task.

After finding my phone, I immediately dialed Mary’s number, hoping she’d have answers to my questions. How did I end up in a room with a man? and not just any man. Jordyn?

What is going on?

“What are you doing?”

A deep voice resounded through the room, making me almost jump out of my wits. I shrieked and snapped my head towards him.

There he sat, with his eyes dark as night. His hair was all over his face, making the scene before me look way too unholy.

“I said what are you doing?” His voice echoed across the room for the second time. My lungs couldn’t find the energy to produce words. And worst of all, I was standing fully naked in front of a man I hardly knew.

“Uhm…” I couldn’t bring myself to utter a word.

He got out of the bed, holding the blanket against his loins.

“You took advantage of me”  He suddenly spoke, his emotionless voice sent chills down my weak spine.

‘Advantage?’

“What?” I almost screamed in exclamation. “I took advantage of you? How?” I tried to understand his statement.

“You were drunk…”

“That means you took advantage of ME” I cut him short even before he could finish his statement.

“I was drunk too, you threw yourself at me” He countered in a low expressionless voice.  “You pinned me to this bed and begged me to do it” He finished

My head was starting to feel foggy. ‘Begged?, I begged him for sex?’

“Are you out of your mind? Do you know I can arrest you for rape?” I shouted, disregarding everything he just said.

“Go ahead” He stared deep into my eyes, his face immediately turned sour. That intimidating look again. It was as if he was daring me to do my worst.

Even if I called the police on him, he would simply tell them this same story, which made it seem as if I gave my consent.

Not to talk about that nobody at the pack would believe me because he’s the alpha and I’m just some stupid omega who got rejected.

“What?” His low voice came again. “Aren’t you going to take responsibility for it?” He asked as he buttoned his shirt.

“Responsibility?” I scoffed and turned my back to him, trying to find a way out of this mess in my confused state.

I heard him move, not too long before I saw him standing in front of me.

“Yes, I want you to be my girlfriend… for three weeks,” He said with his head tilted slightly to the right.

I raised my head and looked at him with eyes painted with disbelief as I fought the urge to let down the hot stream of tears that was brewing in my tear glands.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” I asked with a mixed feeling of frustration and disappointment.

“Taking responsibility,” He said with an expression that was rather, indifferent.

I just looked at this man in dismay. How could I simply take responsibility for what I don’t even remember? This is stupid.

With a deep, defeated sigh, I surrendered and moved forward with a feeling of reluctant acceptance, my fingers bending to retrieve the delicate fabric of my dress. The subtle rustle of the dress contrasted with the turmoil that went on within me. I am not the type to sleep with a random guy at the club!!

Before I could make a comeback reply, he strode past me, his shoulder deliberately grazing mine. The brief contact sent shivers down my spine as he left me standing there, with an unresolved tension pricking my chest.

I felt like kicking him in the butt, I hated him, I hated his guts. Who does he think he is?

But I can’t fight him… I can’t even fight the weakest person in the pack. Offending Alpha Jordyn is not the best idea.

I searched my foggy memories, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling of doubt and fear. Did I indeed initiate our intimate encounter, as Alpha Jordyn claimed, or was he manipulating me?

***

“Where have you been?”

That was the first thing I heard the moment I stepped into the house.

‘Shit’

My father sat on the couch, staring at me with his ever-judging eyes.

“I slept at Mary’s” I managed to utter.

In the moment of my plight, my mom walked into the living room with a mug in her hand.

“Yes, she told me she was going to Mary’s house” My mom suddenly defended.

We both know I didn’t tell her anything of that sort.

“Stop defending her. She left the party without my consent,” My father’s voice croaked annoyingly.

“She’s not a little child dear,” Mom said, trying to reason with him.

I could hear my father’s sigh across the room. “She’s not little but she’s weak, she wouldn’t be able to protect herself from predators,” My father said in a diminishing tone.

Oh, how I’m sick and tired of this. My own father always trying to remind me of my weakness.

I let out a strangled sigh and walked past them, rolling my eyes at no one in particular.

Calling Mary was the only thing I could think of as I climbed up the stairs.

“What in the world is going on Mary?” These words escaped my lips the moment Mary picked up.

“Hey, what happened to you? Are you okay?” Her voice rang out at a deafening volume.

“Mary, why did I wake up naked beside a man this morning?” I asked in a hushed tone, scared that someone might hear.

“What?!!” Mary’s exclamation echoed from my phone speakers.

“I need answers. What happened to us last night?” I asked in a whisper.

“I remember us drinking to stupor, then I saw you dancing with a guy…”

She stopped talking halfway.

“What Mary?” I pressured her.

“I woke up at my house this morning,” She said in a rather confused voice.

Now this has got to be the most devastating day of my life… apart from the day Marcus cheated on me of course.

Even Mary was drunk to a daze, and the fact I couldn’t remember anything from last night made everything worse.

“Screw this shit”