Loving The Malevolent Alpha

Loving The Malevolent Alpha

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In a strive for a lady in her late twenties to find her "perfect match", Emily is faced with a centrifugal tendency of her being mated with an alpha against her will . Emily deciding not to battle "fate", gave in to the desires of the Iqbal

Chapter 1 Obsessed

"I want to see you at the spyflower hotel, this afternoon. Don't delay, if you don't want to provoke me!"

That was the content of the messages that just buzzed Emily's phone one sunny afternoon. She looked at it and sighed. It wasn't the first time she had gotten such a message. They do come before and she blocks them, but each time she blocks the sender, he switches to another line. She changed her number once because of this, but the messages kept coming to her new line as well, bothering the tranquil life of Emily Hart.

The next day, she went out with her friends to drink and while they chatted, she got another message.

"You disobeyed me yesterday and I spared you. Now I want you to come stand up from that chair and dance for me."

She was terrified at this new message. There were a lot of people in the bar with their friends. She wondered if this was a prank from a person who knew her.

The song playing in the bar suddenly changed to Emily's best song and immediately, another message came in.

"Dance to it! It is your favourite. I'm watching!"

Emily turned around to see if there was any suspicious looking person around, but it was just her and her friends.

"What's it Emily? You look troubled," Augusta inquired. Augusta was a model too and often hung out with Emily.

"There's nothing wrong. I just thought I saw someone I knew," Emily lied.

She wanted to reply the message and warn the sender to stop, but her phone showed her that the sender doesn't support replies. She sighed and put her phone back.

Emily's friends stood up for a dance and Emily stayed back on her seat, with her mind made up to not dance to her favourite song that day.

As her friends danced, she sat back on her chair and thought deeply. A waiter came across and asked if she needed wine. She didn't reply, but gave the waiter a glass instead and the waiter filled it up.

Emily drank from the cup and within three minutes, started feeling dizzy. She looked around and it felt like everything was twirling and she could barely stay balanced. She felt like she was going to fall off from the chair she sat.

A last message came to her phone, but her head wasn't clear to read it. She decided to close her eyes and wait for the dizziness to ease out.

The next moment she opened her eyes, she found herself in a room, with her hands tied to a bed.

Her trouser had been to taken off and her and her legs wide spread and held by some masculine arm.

A man was on the bed with her, sniffing in between her legs. She shrieked and kicked at him. It was almost like she had kicked a bolder that wouldn't bulge.

"Get off me!" Emily yelled.

He ignored her, his face still buried in between her legs, sniffing up close to under her pants.

"Get off me!" Emily yelled again.

Finally, the man raised his head and she saw his face. His eyes were red and fierce looking, but there was a smile on his face. His canine were twice longer and sharper than a dog's.

With that smile, he said to her, "the smell that I have been waiting for. My unsullied mate!"

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