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Being The Alpha Don's Lover

🇿🇦Poetic_reviver
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Once Giselle Thompson waltzes into the city of New York in search of a new life, unexpectedly she is thrust into another world. A world of chaos that makes her gain more than she bargained for once she catches the eye of Zeus Walsh, the Alpha of the largest pack in North America and leader of the mafia. Throwing all caution aside, she feels an instant pull towards the werewolf, who proves to be more than meets the eye. With an intense attraction too powerful to ignore it’s in their aim for love when family secrets and lies are exposed. It’s quite a risk for a human and werewolf to come together as one but will their mate bond be strong enough to survive the dangers coming their way? *** The second I opened the bathroom door and met golden orbs shining in the dark hall I genuinely felt trapped. Suddenly the space felt a lot smaller with him mere inches away. I found my body operating on its own accord the second he pushed himself off the wall and moved towards me till my back touched the wall. Staring up at him, I was meek unable to speak, “You don’t ever say shit like that and think you can just walk away,” he growled, the sound although usually associated with anger in this situation I knew it was different. I hadn’t been blind to the glances he passed my way since the exhibit and all throughout dinner such that whenever I reflect upon that time in the hallway where we were hidden away I couldn’t help but chastise myself for poking the beast and expecting not to get scathed. He bent his head down when he noticed my silence taking it as a sign to plunge head first into the pool of impurity when his head dipped between my shoulder and neck grazing the flesh with his teeth. Taking a whiff of my essence he groaned, “Your arousal is fucking killing me, love.” I reached up tracing the fabric of his shirt as the tingles intensified upset that this barrier separated me from touching his skin such that I wound up gripping it in response to the feel of his rough hands settling on my hips. At this point my breaths came out short, the air fumbling within my lungs the second his teeth nipped my earlobe whilst he pressed his body even more against mine. “Boss…?” a low voice muttered into the abyss reaching us to make the man himself stiffen and lift up his head taking his warmth with him whilst keeping me close. He scowled eyeing the poor victim, taking a peak over his shoulder expecting to find Leo or Daniel; I instead saw the face of another man whom I had never seen before look nervously between us. “What?!” he barked tightening his hold on me when I attempted to remove his hands feeling a bit conscious and unwilling to draw attention to our rather questionable position but unlike me, Zeus didn’t give a damn. “We have a situation,” he replied keeping his eyes focused on the ground. He scurried away once he was dismissed; he sighed in frustration blinking a few times to calm himself down and reached out to run a hand gently through his hair. It was strange seeing him do it when seconds ago I was close to running my hand through the loose strands but questions began flying inside at what the situation was. He looked back down at me, his tongue poking out to lick his lower lip stirring a side to me that was slowly gaining a voice and identity of its own. Looking away feeling flushed I felt his fingers on my throat denying the chance I needed to breathe, “I have to go,” he whispered rubbing gentle circles as his eyes bore into mine, tearing down my armor and dismantling the chains with a statement that left me feeling like jelly whilst a stream formed between my thighs making me forget what situation needed to be handled when he whispered, “Make no mistake my little gazelle, I will eat you…”
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

If one was to look up the meaning of the word promise one will find it means a declaration or an assurance that one will do something. And on a quiet street within a small city of Denton where the sun happened to shine a bit brighter than most days as it sat proudly in the sky, I made a vow past the tears obscuring my vision to my parents to always be a good person. I promised to keep myself away from any trouble that often came morphed in the shape and size of the dangerous mystical creatures to mere mortals who breathed nothing but death.

To my mother Angela Thompson who had been skeptical in my choice to move to a big city in pursuit of my studies I made another promise to her unbeknownst to my father, Bernard to never allow just anyone to enter my sacred temple and that when the time came to give my heart to someone I'd only give them a copy of it whilst keeping the original for myself. On that day I could tell my parents were terrified at just the mere idea of me leaving a community made up of mostly humans in Northridge that welcomed us so easily when they initially moved there over twenty years ago but they knew I needed to find myself and find a place I truly belonged. It's not that they hated werewolves, it's just that they preferred to maintain a respectable distance to avoid the chances of another war occurring. I, on the other hand was different in how I viewed the world such that as parents they'd just have to trust that the skills they taught me would be enough to rebut any evil that lurked in the dark corners in sought of all souls.

In as much as I had good intentions in keeping those promises I realized, when it comes to commitments as much as we make them, sometimes without often meaning to… we break them.

Despite being away from them where I embraced a different life I had managed to avoid any possible danger, listened to my intuition that warned me to not fall for words spoken by those with slick tongues.

And yet when I met him, my intuition became mute. It's strange when you meet someone who tarnishes the very walls you built yet makes the process of destruction so sweet and addictive.

For it was through him I grew to welcome the appeal of having my temple destroyed from every touch and kiss he laid upon my flesh whilst he baptized me into his religion. Through him I was shown that in passion paradise could be reached between the sheets but I'm getting ahead of myself in a way. And in as much as I can try say I feel terrible about breaking my promise to my parents – I can't.

And when I really think about it now, I don't think I ever will. Even if those choices held consequences even I didn't want he would always have a mark on me.

Since the day I entered the city of New York to pursue my degree in literature, the world I thought I once knew expanded and any chance I could I soaked it in eagerly lapping up the bright lights like water with a thirst I never knew I possessed. There were so many things I promised myself I'd do like learn how to ride a motorcycle and at some point go skydiving. The first few weeks were filled with acquainting myself with the environment where I was surrounded by more werewolves who had become part of our society. Till this day I can't help but feel stimulation anytime I think back on the times I used to sit by the window of my apartment with a cup of coffee in hand, staring at the sky on days it was often painted in a pewter color whilst growing fascinated with how the buildings seemed to be reaching out towards it almost as if dying to touch it. It had been over three years in this city that had quickly become my home when the quiet life I had managed to create was disrupted…

It was in my last year of university when I began working at a little coffee shop owned by a sweet, mild mannered lady by the name of Ms. Rita Friedman in order to support myself. Asking for money from my parents was becoming a bit tiresome especially when it came to having to offer explanations to them as to why the pocket money they sent only lasted a week sometimes. Needless to say there were times I went through a mini-party phase especially when I met Donovan who'd become part of the adventure I had embarked on. We had met on campus after I bumped into him on my way to a lecture; he was studying pre-law and would be graduating soon to join his father at the law firm that had been in their family for over two decades.

Unlike me, Donovan was the type who liked to plan ahead. It was one of his idiosyncrasies that made our friendship work in that we balanced each other. And I was yet to know what I would do once I finished school, one of the ideas I had in mind was to work for a publishing company, however, a part of me willing to try ignore the unrelenting fear still wanted to take a chance to try get published.

It was winter at the time, a season in which the cold chose to be our worst enemy where the story really begins. Tucked away inside the warm, toasty shop situated in Brooklyn, Crown Heights I stood rubbing the paper of one of the pages of my journal between my fingers and placed some of my body weight against the counter trying to consider what to write. Falling short on a reasonable thing to place on the paper I blew out a harsh breath and allowed my brown eyes to move absentmindedly around the shop taking in the mostly vacant seats on that late, murky day whilst purposefully avoiding Roland's annoying gaze. It was rare for us to have customers with weather that unpleasantly nipped at one's skin and despite it only being a few weeks into winter I could feel myself struggling to cope with it despite the love I had for ogling the mystical face of the overcast sky. I loved it so much to the point I even wrote a poem about it back in high school for a literacy competition.

"It's days like this I wish I had just stayed in bed," turning my head to the side once I heard Ms. Friedman's voice a small smile formed on my face at the way she was frowning. It was odd seeing her look visibly irked especially when most of the time she had a friendly smile. She was in her early sixties but considering how gracefully most werewolves aged she didn't look it and held characteristics that were similar to that of my mother. It was comforting being around her on days the feeling of homesickness etched itself against my body. But I always maintained a descent friendly relationship that was adequate between that of a boss and employee such that I only knew things about her based on what she was willing to share with me.

"Join the club but it's up to us not to deprive the public of heaven," I chuckled lightly closing my journal, I had been trying to write a poem but considering my mind had remained nothing but a blank canvas unable to decorate the page with any words I decided to give up. At that time I had been experiencing a writer's block that had been killing me and though I used to experience episodes like that before, the inability to create had gone on for weeks. She chuckled lightly coming to stand beside me, allowing my nose to take a whiff of the sweet smell of chocolate causing my stomach to immediately grumble lightly at the hunger I had been ignoring for some time. "You may have a point," she replied pointing discreetly towards a child munching on a cupcake with clear gusto as some of the icing landed on their chin. I smiled when I noticed the child's parent reach out to wipe the icing.

"My daughter, Marcie will be coming to stay with me soon," were the words that immediately made me stop paying attention to the customers to place my full focus on her at the personal detail. She had once mentioned having a child. I always figured with Ms. Friedman that she'd tell me what she was comfortable revealing, and when it came to her daughter she'd mention her from time to time. "You must be excited."

She shrugged nonchalantly biting her bottom lip, "In a way, she's been through a little bit of a rough patch so I'm hoping the change in scenery will do her some good. She's coming to the same school as you."

"That's great well I'm sure she'll adjust," I said nudging her shoulder gently when I noticed the way she pursed her lips before looking me in the eye not bothering to hide her nervousness. "I was hoping if it's not too much trouble… i-if you aren't too busy –"

"Ms. Friedman…" I gave her a gentle smile to ensure her that it was fine for her to ask whatever she needed to. Taking the hint she sighed clearing her throat, "Well I was hoping you could keep a close eye on her. She's still in her first year and I'd feel comfortable knowing she's got someone there to help her adjust."

Her concern for her daughter was evident in that moment and I couldn't help but recall the same look of worry on my mother's face on the day I left. It's a well-known fact that the world will always be a lot more dangerous for women regardless of what species they were. Danger can choose any of us as its next victim and abuse us. It was unfortunate we had this dark cloud looming over us such that without wasting another second I quickly replied, "I'll keep an eye on her," hoping that my words would be enough to dismantle any fears in her mind.

"Thank you, Giselle, I'll introduce you to her the next time you're in the shop," she muttered smiling gently at me.