Alpha's Regret
Everly
My pounding head spins as I look around at my surroundings, and I instantly regret drinking so much. Panic courses through me when I can't immediately recognize my surroundings. I can tell I'm in a room; the light coming in through the window is blinding as I try to figure out where I am. The last thing I remember is the annual Alpha meet-up, a costume party I attended with my family. My sister and I snuck off to meet with the other future Alphas. My father always insists I need to 'get in good with them', seeing as I am next in line and will have the pack handed over to me at the end of the year when I turn eighteen. Yet, for the life of me, I can't remember how I got into this room.
I groan, rubbing my eyes and hoping I'm seeing shit properly-the alcohol burning in my system is still making me confused. When I try to roll over, though, suddenly, I become aware of the heavy arm draped over my waist. My head whips to the side, and I pray that the heavy arm belongs to my sister and that we have both passed out somewhere. But my worst fears are realized, and I try to contain my scream of horror when I find a naked man lying beside me. He isn't just any man either, but the 'Blood Alpha' himself, Alpha Valen of the Nightshade Pack. This man owns half the city and is from a rival pack.
My father is going to murder me if he finds out!
"Fuck!" I whisper under my breath before looking down to find myself also naked. The slight discomfort between my legs makes me painfully aware that I tossed my virginity out the window and have absolutely no memory of it. So much for that being a magical moment. He must be a shit lay, I chuckle to myself. Of all people, it had to be him.
My phone vibrates on the floor beside the bed, causing me to nearly dive off to retrieve it. My sister's face pops up on the screen. I quickly answer it, whispering into the phone, mindful to keep my voice low. "Hello?"
"Where are you? Dad is going to lose it. I told him you're with me, but he's asked me to come home!" she shrieks through the phone. I glance around before looking out the window, trying to figure out my location. Shit. I realize I'm still at the hotel where the Alpha meet was held.
"Still at the Banks Hotel," I whisper, and she pauses, going quiet for a few moments.
"Oh my God, please tell me you didn't fuck Alpha dickwad?" she whispers, knowing Dad will kill me-probably even disown me-if he ever finds out. Alpha Valen's reputation is scandalous and terrifying. I look over at the Greek God lying in bed beside me, completely passed out and unaware of me standing gawking at him. I would love to see the horror on his face when he wakes up, but he just might get in line behind my father and kill me, too. Shit, they may even conspire together to make my death exceptionally horrific.
"No, of course not. I just fell asleep in one of the rooms here, completely alone," I lie, hoping Ava believes me. I won't get her caught up in my minor issue if Dad asks her; she sucks at lying. She doesn't know she can't get in trouble because of me.
"Shut it. If Dad asks, tell him you stayed with Amber and me. I'll have Amber pick you up on the way; be there in five," she says, hanging up.
I quickly look around, scooping my clothes up off the floor and squeezing into the skin-tight little dress. I toss the stupid-ass fairy wings in the trashcan in the bathroom.
Looking in the mirror, I try to fix my makeup-my face is still covered in ridiculous amounts of glitter, and the eye mask that was painted on my face by my sister still conceals half my face. I chuckle to myself, knowing the Alpha will probably wake up just as confused as me and wonder why he is covered in glitter.
I vaguely remember talking to him, finding myself drawn to him for some reason. But now, as I gaze upon his paralyzed form, I can't help but wonder who took advantage of whom.
I give him one last glance, scoop up my heels, and grab my clutch purse before rushing to the hotel door and swinging it open, only to crash straight into Alpha Valen's Beta. I smack into his chest, and he stumbles back, staring at me.
I recognize him from last night's introductions, though thankfully, he seems to have no idea who I am, as I was at the back of the room when he was introduced. I'm grateful for the paint on my face because he might have recognized me as my father's daughter without it, which is the last thing I need.
He smirks at me, clearly finding it funny that I am running from the Alpha's hotel room.
"My Alpha in there?" he asks. I drop my head, hoping he doesn't recognize me, and quickly nod. I step past him, trying not to touch him.
"Are you alright, or do you need a ride home?" he asks, making me stop.
"What, do you give all your Alpha's one-night stands a ride home?" I chuckle at him, and he smiles.
"Only the pretty ones," he says, and I roll my eyes, waving him off before taking off to meet my sister. We need to hurry home before my dad sends out a search party to run through Mountainview City to retrieve his daughters.
Three weeks later
One night.
That was all it took to throw away everything I have ever known. I knew something was wrong when I felt a bit under the weather for more than a few days. Werewolves rarely get sick. Finally, after spending the last week ill, my father-Alpha of Shadow Moon Pack-had dragged me off to see the pack doctor.
Our home, Mountainview City, is entirely populated by werewolves, comprising four packs. My father's pack is the second-largest pack, which means we're held in fairly high esteem in the area. Plus, the fact that he only has two daughters means that I, as the eldest, am next in line.
Well, I was until the Doctor returned to the exam room after running some tests and turned that dream upside down. The look of disappointment on my father's face makes my heart clench. One night, one man turned out to be the biggest mistake of my life.
"She is pregnant."
I feel my heart sink into my stomach. No, I can't be. I only had sex once, and I don't even remember because I was trashed. How the hell could this be happening? My father casts a stunned look at me from where he sits before returning his gaze to our pack doctor.
"It's wrong; rerun the test. She hasn't found her mate. She can't be pregnant," my father says. I shrink back in my chair. I'm only seventeen, nearly eighteen, and the number one rule all she-wolves have drummed into our heads is to save ourselves for our mates. This is a huge deal, especially to my father. This would bring shame to our family, that I would break the one sacred rule for she-wolves. Sure, the men fool around (a little bias, anyone?) Yet if we do it-especially someone like me in a position of power-it's frowned upon. I would be a disgrace to the family.