Special Breeder For The Notorious Alpha

BARBARA PALVIN POV'S

I first developed a crush on Alpha Taylor Robinson, who would later become the leader of the Moon Glazed Pack, when I was just starting high school. He was a senior, while I was still a freshman.

We never really interacted with each other, but one day he came to my aid when I tripped during our school's annual cross-country event. Although he didn't say a word to me or even make eye contact, I couldn't help but admire him from afar. I would often sneak glances at him whenever I saw him around.

I was completely fixated on him, spending a lot of time daydreaming about him. It's likely I was being a bit overzealous because I would write his name on a piece of paper and keep it under my pillow.

I would imagine that we were meant to be together, that the universe had brought us together, and that he was destined to be the Alpha, while I was destined to be his partner.

Every day, I would watch him with optimism, hoping that one day he would come over and express his feelings in front of everyone.

I wasn't a popular girl at school, unlike Ennik, his stunning blonde girlfriend, who was always the center of attention. She was beautiful, intelligent, and every guy wanted to be with her.

Everything changed when I turned 18, just after I finished high school. I was walking along a path leading to a lake near my home when I caught a whiff of something really nice - a scent that reminded me of freshly heated herbal oils, which was similar to the perfume Taylor often wore.

My mind immediately jumped to thoughts of him, and as if I had summoned him, Taylor suddenly appeared from another part of the path, as if by chance.

He looked so tall and towering and full of dominant confidence, his body chiseled after 3 years of training and his messy black hair made him look rugged. His sharp hazel eyes held a calculating gaze, reflecting his hot-headed nature.

He blocked my way, staring into my eyes sharply. "Mine." He growled in his deep voice.

I felt a rush of excitement and wanted to slap myself repeatedly because I couldn't believe what was happening right now. This was everything I had dreamed of for so long, even though I never dared admit it. Now it was happening! Finally my pillow method manifested successfully!

Since that day, my world revolved around him even more. Even though it had been a year, I still couldn't believe he was mine. I still couldn't believe we were mates.

But everything wasn't as perfect as I had imagined before.

We were busy preparing ourselves for the positions we would hold later when he turned 21 and officially replaced his father Alpha Drake as the next Alpha successor. My dream of becoming his Luna would become reality. I would be right by his side as his Luna.

My heart always fluttered when I thought about it and it made me very excited. I still couldn't believe this was real. I still looked at him like I did before, full of longing and desire. One thing was different, now he returned my gaze in the same way, because he was mine. Only mine, and I was his.

But everything turned bad.

One day I visited his mansion, which was quiet, intending to deliver the food package I had made all day. I didn't find anyone in that Mansion except for a strange sound from Alpha Drake's room.

"Oh! Damn... Taylor... make it faster!" It sounded intimate, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I hesitated whether to find out or not.

Half of me seemed to already know what was happening along with the sudden pain that made my body feel electrocuted. I didn't dare face that reality.

Eventually, curiosity consumed me, and I opened the door slightly. There was nothing, but Taylor was in front of me, his back to the door.

He was with Ennik.

Engaged in an intimate act.

I covered my mouth, dropping the food package I was carrying with a noisy sound. Taylor noticed my presence, they stopped doing it. Taylor froze and tried to reach for me.

"Barb..." he called me dearly, as if what he was doing hurt him too. "I can explain all this, Barb....."

He tried to reach for me but I ran from his mansion, locking myself in the car. I felt betrayed and heartbroken. Taylor kept chasing me, but I ignored him.

"Leave me alone, Taylor!" I cried in pain.

Eventually, he succeeded in stopping me and tried to comfort me.

"I said leave me alone! I don't wanna talk to you!" I screamed and pushed him away.

"Barby, I... I don't know how to explain this to you." He struggled for words.

"Why? Why did you do it?! Why did you cheat on me with another woman?! Why could you never love me the way I love you?!" I demanded to know why he did it.

"It just h-happened. I'm sorry." He struggled to find the right words and apologize.

My tears kept rolling down my cheeks as I looked at him with eyes of sorrow and hatred. "Kick her out if you want me to stay by your side. Kick her out right now!" I insisted, but what he said broke me even more.

"I can't, Barby... I-"

"You choose her over me? You still love her, don't you?" I couldn't stop shaking. Hot tears sprang into my eyes.

"I-I... uhm." He rubbed the back of his neck; he was rarely at a loss for words.

"You can't give me an absolute answer. That means it's true, you haven't forgotten her yet." I shook my head, and the tears continued to stream down my face. "Say it now! Say your rejection now!"

"Barby... I-"

"Say it, Taylor!"

Taylor shook his head, rejecting my request which only made me more heartbroken.

"Do it as you fucking her!" I shouted.

"Well!" Taylor shot back. "

I left him just like that, running away to the farthest bar from the pack house.

In frustration I leaned against the bar wall after downing five glasses of wine, but I was still holding a glass of martini in my hand. It wasn't enough to reduce the pain and bad memories of Taylor's affair. I wanna be numb now.

"Mind if I join you?" A mysterious man slurred, his voice thick with the remnants of alcohol.

I shrugged.

He chuckled and leaned in closer, his breath carrying the scent of martini.

"Just looking for a good time," he admitted, his blue eyes searching mine for any hint of judgement.

A sly grin formed on my face as I responded, "You came to the right place.""You're unlike anyone I've ever met," he confessed.

I smiled, staring at him seductively. I wobbled on my feet, as I swayed to the music. I couldn't tear my gaze from him. His chiseled jawline seemed to call out to me, and his blue eyes hypnotized me.

"You look perfect." My bleary eyes stared as I leaned in and pressed my lips against him.

Kissing him so passionately, as if it was a means of pouring out my pain.

I thought he would push me away, but instead he returned my kiss in the same hungry way, starved for a woman's touch.

The next thing I remember was waking up in a magnificent bed and magnificent room. I don't even remember how I got there.