The Alpha's Mistress

Octavia Beaumont ceased on the trail, staring at the bizarre man who had just stepped into the room. She was terrified and upset, and she didn't hesitate to make it evident.

She could recall cheering her birthday last night with Yvonne and the others, and they did liquor up to their contentment. And that, Yvonne, had introduced her to one of the boys from the Institute.

She couldn't think of whatever transpired after then as she was tipsy, but she had awakened to find herself in some big building, outfitted in a transparent nightdress that hardly reached her knees.

"I see you're up," He cooed and fasten the door shut after him. He strolled towards the window and yanked the blinds aside, allowing sun lights to penetrate the room. "Did you get a nice rest?"

"Who. . .are you?" She asked, struggling behind the urge to stutter.

And he chuckled at that. He excluded her and walked over to a refrigerator she didn't notice was across the room.

She was so terrified that all she could assume at the moment, was to phone her Mum for help, or perhaps the Cops. Only to detect her bag was missing, and when she had wanted to take a look around, the door had opened, revealing the unknown man standing before the refrigerator.

"You shouldn't disregard my question with another," He announced, more in an edict and Octavia swore he heeded her scoffed.

And when he ignored her and spewed a glass of water into a cup, she unexpectedly assembled this enthusiasm and went forth.

"I asked who you are," She noted and remedied her hands in a fold. "Shouldn't you at least answer that?"

"Which would you want? To take your bath or have breakfast?" He asked ignoring her and spewed another glass of liquid.

"Who the h*ll are you? And why do you have me here?"

Stillness. No one spoke, Octavia anticipate a response from him, while he prefer to be the calm fella. She wanted to be calm as he was, but her fears arose in her again and she felt her knees wanting to crumble.

He swiveled at her unaware and she froze on the spot and f*ck! She almost pee on herself!

He took the first pace towards her and she sent hers' backward, he did again and she recounted hers' as well, he did and did and she did and did. But luck wasn't on her side, as she suddenly felt her back caress the wall.

"F*ck!" She mumbled foulness and whined silently when he was nigher and was standing right before her. He was taller than her, and she couldn't put up with his gaze but bore her head beneath.

“I am Alpha du Logan, Master of the Karate Ring, Protector of the Kara - ta Pack, One - Three of the Seven Wolf Packs” He proclaimed in his thick, baritone mouthpiece.

“But I can name you Mr. Logan, right?”

She asked and nudged her gaze upward to meet his. Her lips went partially opened, as she watched in awe how his slivery eyeballs flicker on her face.

Octavia thought she was the only one gifted with unique eye color, guess she was wrong.

She had this set of pink eyeballs, though it's only known to herself, her parents, and Yvonne as she was usually dependent on eye lenses in public domains.

“Why will you choose to call me that?” He somewhat laughed and she swore she almost scoffed at his face again.

And when he noticed, she brought her gaze to the floor and shut her lips closed, having no response to give.

Octavia didn’t acknowledge him. She was anticipating a normal explanation why she was in that unknown house, with an unknown man.

The birthday was yesterday after all, and Yvonne had organized this outstanding, immense, admonishing party for her to hit the vast fun of being a young adult.

All the single girls who graduated high school with her, and happened to befriend Yvonne and her other female friends had been invited. Yvonne had promised them the party would be a blast - a rough gloaming in Vegas would glimpse like an oration at the Vatican.

"So it's Sir Logan, right?" Octavia asked and scurried away under his hold. "Nice meeting you Sir Logan."

She walked over to the bed and searched around for her dress. "I don't know what happened last night, but I've to be home if you would please. . ."

She stopped, giving up on searching every nook and corner. "If you would please, give me my dress to put on Mr. Logan."

“No woman,” he rebuked me, straight-faced. “You may address me as Logan, for you have been granted the privilege as my chosen mate.”

“Right.” She mouthed to herself, giving in to the idea that he had succeeded in scattering her head.

One thing Octavia wanted to understand was how he’d managed to get her into this unknown place in the first place?

She had begun partying and she admitted she had consumed a considerable amount of alcohol before they left for the lighthouse, and when Yvonne opened the door to the much-awaited, highlight of their party. They were all excited and giggled “ooh” and “aah” at how boom and bust the place was.

"You should get ready and begin your role as my chosen mate." He ordered and returned to the door.

“And what the h*ll is a f*cking mate?!”

She loosed it and he stopped walking, to spare her a few glances. She screamed, and she was aware she did scream at him.

Whether he was older or not wasn't her priority, all she needed was to get back home with her parents and process her admission into College.

"You should get dressed," He said, narrowing his eyes over to the wardrobe in the room. "Someone will be here to help you."

"So, you want me to believe I'm going to stay here. Is that it?"

"Get dressed Octavia!"

She shrieked, he was louder than before and she felt her lips coming clasped closed. She was going to shut it anyway, as he had suddenly grown tough and all scary.

She held tight onto the rim of her dress and took a deep comforting sigh, she was going to leave the house no matter what.

She doubt she'd survive one more second in that house, and the best was to either wake up from the dream - and that's if it was a dream. Or to gang up and take a peep around the house for an escape route, and flee. She wouldn't mind jumping down the window and running into the streets, still in that transparent nightgown, or maybe she'd mind if it was on a normal day and she was in her right sense.

"Well," He stated and cleared his throat. And when it was obvious he had successfully earned her attention, he dropped the glass cup to the floor and Octavia flinched. "Don't dare to run away Octavia, you can't hide from me."

"And, right below that window is a planned trap to hold you down. And right, the patrol unit had been informed to hunt down any weird-looking young lady, dressed in her nightie. The choice is yours, Hon!"

"Wtf!" Octavia moaned silently and gasped into her palm.

Did he. . .?

Did he just read her mind?

"Sort of," She heard him cooed and when she looked at him, he wasn't smiling and had the deadliest look.

He didn't skimp on her more glimpse but fairly ambled his way out of the room.

And it was then, that she learned she had been gripping her breath.

Weak and confused, she let go and wrecked to the ground, displeased.