HAZEL'S POV
Breakfast was amazing.
I felt completely full.
I took a napkin and wiped away any leftover food particles from my mouth.
I glanced at the clock on the wall to my left and saw that it was a quarter to nine.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath. Gabz would be here any minute.
Aunty made a loud gasp at my minor slip up.
I braced myself and waited for round two of her scolding, but to my surprise, it never came. She just lifted her head to the heavens with a hand over her chest and pleaded, "Lord, please help this girl," she shook her head in defeat.
However, uncle wasn't too quick to forgive. "Hazel, you will not use those kinds of foul language in my presence!" He declared, raising an eyebrow at me.
I wanted to avoid any controversy at all costs, so I quickly apologised before I excused myself from the table.
Thanks to my brief outburst I had less than fifteen minutes to get ready before Gabz showed up.
I literally bolted upstairs to my bathroom. I took what I believed was the quickest shower in history.
I was out after only three minutes.
I reapplied some concealer under my eyes and then got dressed in the same white tank top and knee-length floral skirt from earlier.
I checked the time, it was two minutes to nine. I took a deep breath, then laid on my bed and waited for my crazy friend to arrive.
The bed was so comfortable, sleep called out to me.
Stay awake, Haze, I coaxed myself.
My eyelids were so heavy.
I'm just going to close them for five minutes, I yawned.
Who the hell was I kidding, closing my eyes felt wonderful, I felt my body becoming lighter as wonderful sleep consumed me.
I woke up shivering in bed. I heard the rain dancing on the windowsill.
I saw nothing on the weather updates about getting rain today, I pondered to myself.
With my eyes still closed, I snuggled closer to my pillow and pulled the blanket over my body.
Gabz must be running late. She hated going outside in the rain.
I wanted to go and check my phone to see if she texted, but that thought quickly left my mind the more I sank into the comfort of the bed.
"Ooh, this blanket is so silky," I purred as the rain pitter-pattered louder against the windowsill.
Something about it raining while I was snuggled in the warmth of my bed brought a simple yet extraordinary satisfaction to my entire body.
A gush of wind hit the back of my neck, it caused goose pimples to formulate all over my body.
"Why did I leave the window open?" I whined.
Oh yeah, that damn weather lady expressed it was going to be a sunny and cool day. What a bitch, I snickered to myself.
That's one reason I did not trust weather reports anymore.
I remembered last year the weather lady declared it was going to be a sunny and beautiful fourth of July weekend, so my aunt decided that we should go to White Sands beach, which was like an hour away.
As soon as we arrived, it started to rain and it never stopped until the early hours of the next day.
I slowly positioned myself to get up from the bed.
I groaned when I felt the comfort of the plushness leaving my body.
I got up and lazily stretched my arms above my head and let out a loud yawn.
Only if aunt Jules could see me now. I could almost hear her reprimanding me for looking like a human fly trap when I yawn.
"A lady should yawn like she's telling a secret." She'd say. Whatever the fuck that means.
My eyes gradually opened inch by inch. My teeth were rattling.
I wrapped my arms around my curvy body to try to stay warm.
Today was too cold for a summer day in Los Angeles.
I Rubbed my arms in an up and down motion for some well-needed friction. My eyes slowly started adjusting to the room.
Suddenly! A tsunami of panic washed over me.
My head moved from left to right. My eyeballs bulged out of my skull like I was a character from the Looney Toons cartoon.
"WHERE THE FUCK AM I?" I glanced around the enormous room that I was in, if I wasn't in survival mode I would have stopped and gawked at the beauty of its Victorian decor.
I could tell that the person who lives here is filthy rich, and that's saying something coming from a girl who grew up with a family that owns a yacht and a private jet.
I heard footsteps scampering from outside a door I assume led to a hallway.
Not wasting another second, I sought out a hiding place.
Maybe I could find a weapon of some sort that I could use to protect myself. It was obvious to me that I was kidnapped, maybe by some sadistic, saggy balls, wealthy old dude.
But why would a wealthy old dude want to kidnap me, when there were so many social media thots looking to get with a sugar daddy?
The footsteps were now directly at the front door. I had officially run out of time to find a decent weapon, so I rushed to a slightly open door.
I peeked inside and saw that it was a closet. Holy shit! This closet was four times bigger than the one at home.
I slid inside and closed the door behind me. Beads of sweat glistened on my forehead as I tried to calm my heart, which was beating at a hundred miles per hour.
I kept my ears open. I heard the click of the bedroom door.
The sounds of two sets of footsteps made their way inside.
Trying to keep my heart rate even wasn't easy.
My nervousness made my palms sweaty and my legs wobbly. I had to rest both my hands on the wall for support.
I could hear talking, but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. I placed my ear against the door to give myself a better chance of listening in on their conversation.
I discovered two different male voices and a few phrases that made no sense at all to me. It's like they were speaking in some sort of code, using terms like; she-wolf, alpha, rogues, and mate.
What the hell were they talking about? My curiosity got the best of me, so I decided I needed to get closer in order to hear exactly what they were saying.
Maybe I could find out the reasons behind my kidnapping - but wait a damn minute, shouldn't they be alerting someone that I was no longer in the room? Shouldn't they be tearing this place apart trying to find me?
Something was way off!
I stooped down on my knees and cracked the door just enough for me to hear them better.
I positioned myself on all fours and peeked through the crack of the door.
I could make out the guy that was facing towards the closet.
He did not look like a sugar daddy at all! He had blue eyes and pink lips. He had one hand at his side as he ran the other over his dark blonde hair. Ooh, how I wish that was my hand running through his ha - I stopped myself from finishing that thought.
What the fuck girl, get a grip - you should not be fantasising about your potential kidnappers.
I was definitely having an internal battle with myself.
My eyes moved to the next guy, he was facing the guy with the blonde hair. He had dark raven coloured hair. I could detect the sheen from all the way across the room. I wondered what shampoo he uses. He probably uses leave-in-conditioner.
His back was to me, he had tight khaki shorts on, that outlined his sexy butt perfectly. He didn't have a shirt on and I could perceive his beautiful muscles flexing as he talked.
He had both hands in his pockets and I didn't need to see this guy's face to know that he was a heartbreaker.
Something about him screamed dominance and sex. I just wanted to run my tongue over those tendons of his and maybe steal a few squeezes from his butt cheeks. I mentally smack the back of my head - focus Hazel! Focus!
I wiped all dirty thoughts from my mind and zoned my attention to the conversation that was taking place between them.
"Alpha how was that chick you banged last night?" Blonde hottie questioned with a smirk on his face. I swore this guy belonged on the cover of a magazine.
Blinded by Blondie's smile, it took me a second to register what he asked.
Chick he banged last night? Oh! God. no, no, no, no NO! I started panicking.
Could they be talking about me? I ran my hand under my skirt and cupped my lady bits. It didn't feel sore or anything.
Could I know though if we had sex?
I've only had sex once and I could tell the next day from the slight discomfort every time I peed.
I continued to listen in on their convo.
"Carson, you know I never kiss and tell," the sexy butt dude answered, I think Blondie whose name I learnt to be Carson, called him Alpha - What kind of name is Alpha by the way?
"Come on Alpha, you've banged like half of the she-wolves in the pack. I've had sex with over sixty girls and I've told you all about them," Carson whined.
Sixty girls? Now that is the definition of a man-whore right there. How old is he by the way? He looked to be in his early to mid-twenties.
And what was all this nonsense about she-wolves? Please, Jesus, don't tell me they're into bestiality or zoophilia. I think I'm gonna be sick, I swallowed the vomit that threatened to spew.
"Carson, dude, I never once asked you to give me any play-by-play of your rendezvous," Alpha declared as his deep chuckle rumbled, causing his back muscles to bulge and ripple.
His silky smooth skin was calling out to be touched by yours truly and his voice was like melted chocolates dipped in caramel and sweet honey.
Why did his voice sound so familiar - familiar and YUMMY? I thought as I licked my lips sensually - I didn't know why I did that. It was an involuntary action driven by the pulsating feeling that was coursing through my entire being.
I was flustered - turned on to the point where I wanted to caress that spot to ease the pressure between my legs.
Aunty warned that masturbating is wrong, so I never did it.
She also declared that premarital sex is a sin, but I caved into temptation two years ago, but I confessed my sins and repented.
"Please my little punani calm down!" I begged. The last thing I wanted was for these two hotties to find me with my hand up my skirt moaning Alpha's name.
Oh! Lord, If you're planning on saving me, then now would be a good time.
"Alpha we've been best buds since we were pups, and we still are, you don't need to ask for a play-by-play," Carson chuckled, "give me something - anything. Like how many body counts you have." Carson winked up at Alpha.
I thought that only females talked about shit like this.
"Carson you know this already," Alpha announced in an annoyed tone.
Carson raised an eyebrow and gave his head a minor scratch before he answered,
"I do?"
"You're my beta, you should know my body count."
Ok, Alpha, Beta - Now I get it, these guys are definitely apart of the military.
Carson scratched his head again, looking more puzzled than before, so he said - more like he made a guess, "Two hundred and ten?" I had to swallow the scream that almost escaped my mouth.
Did alpha sleep with two hundred and ten people? Wow, What a dirty dog.
"Carson I wouldn't be the alpha if my body count was two hundred and ten- Try twelve thousand four hundred and four." Alpha folded his arms across his chest.
I didn't need to see his face to know that he wasn't too proud about fucking twelve thousand four hundred and four women. There was something in his voice that told me he was a bit saddened by this fact.
As for Carson, he had his mouth opened wide-reaching all the way to the floor - I could tell he was beyond impressed and shocked at the same time, but it was nothing compared to the calculations that were being made in my brain.
Either this Alpha guy is lying or he'd been having sex with at least three women, every day for the past ten years.
"Twelve thousand four hundred and four? Wow! - Woah! My Alpha, you're the man!" Carson started jumping up and down like a young child opening gifts from Santa on Christmas. "You're a legend man, that's a lot of pussies!" Carson made a cat-call-like whistle, staring slightly to the side like he was trying to figure out how he could achieve that same goal. "I bet you've seen them in all different shapes, sizes, and colours. I've bet you've seen them bald, well-groomed, and bushy - fuck, I go wild on the bushy ones, they're my favourites," Carson's smile widened like the Cheshire cat.
Alpha was quiet, even though I couldn't see his face, I could tell by the way his muscles on his back were flexing rapidly, that he was angry or maybe annoyed.
"Yo Alpha, what's wrong man?" Carson questioned. I could detect the cautious look in his eyes as he took a few steps away from Alpha.
"You know Carson, sometimes I don't know how I got a pervert like you for a beta," he spat. His voice sounded different, it sounded a lot deeper, somewhat sinister, but still sexy.
"Alpha I apologise for whatever I did to get your wolf upset," Carson stated calmly while lowering his head almost in a submissive way.
His wolf? Was that code for Something? I thought to myself.
Alpha flexed his muscles and unfolded his arms. He was now doing breathing exercises. He seemed a little more relaxed, and I noticed Carson was again standing up to his full height. He was looking a lot less tensed himself.
"It's ok Carson, my wolf has been off since morning. At first, he thought he smelt our mate and now he thought he smelt a woman's - you know what, never mind," he said rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.
"He thought he smelt a woman's what? Come on Alpha, if you're gonna say arousal, I thought I detected it too," Carson confessed while glancing around the room like he was searching for something or maybe someone.
Alpha's head snapped up and locked eyes with Carson for a second, then they both turn their noses up in the air and sniffed like animals on a hunt.
Who the hell are these crazies? It was like the hotter they are, the crazier they are too.
Carson strode over to the bed and sniffed, he held up the red silk sheet that was wrapped around my body a couple of minutes earlier.
Alpha established a few long strides and made his way over to the bed. He grabbed the sheet from Carson, and he took a deep sniff. He then tilted his head and produced a shrieking animalistic noise.
I had to cover my ears with my hands.
Did he just howl?
My throat got dry. This was getting weirder by the minute.
"Someone has been in my room and on my bed." Alpha's demonic voice was back.
"Maybe it's one of the twelve thousand four hundred and four ladies that you've banged," Carson said sarcastically, but then he drew back a little when he realised what he just did.
"Don't fucking test me Carson, you know my wolf won't hesitate to rip your head off, in fact, no one's ever been to my room but you and a few select staff members." I could actually hear the venom in Alpha's tone.
"I know Alpha, I wasn't thinking."
"You're officially the worst beta ever," Alpha sighed, his voice sounded normal again.
Is this guy schizophrenic?
"You know that twelve thousand four hundred and four is not the number of women I've bed, but the number of lives I've taken?" he asked Carson. But Alpha's tone this time was laced with darkness - maybe regret.
My breath hitched, If he found me, I will be number twelve thousand four hundred and five. Goodbye Hazel Valentine, I sobbed internally. Fear ate at my soul and my blood ran cold.
Carson looked at Alpha with what looked like realisation. "Oh, when I said body count, you thought it was the number of kills you made," he laughed heartily "No man I meant how many girls you fucked."
Alpha shook his head in amusement, "I figured that out when you started talking about the different types of pussies."
They both started laughing like two crazy persons in a psych ward.
I, on the other hand, was on my hands and knees, in what appeared to be the closet of a psycho serial killer's, and I was trying to wrap my brain around what I did to piss God off for him to allow me to end up in a situation like this.
Aliens could have burst through the door right then, and I wouldn't have been surprised.
"Man you should have seen your face when you thought I fucked all those women," Alpha asserted as he again shook his head from side to side. "I am the Alpha of the world's largest pack, where would I find the time to fuck twelve thousand four hundred and four women and take care of a pack of almost fifty thousand?"
"I don't know man, but I see how most of the she-wolves here look at you. I thought they would be lined up at your door every night for some Alpha juice," Carson gave Alpha a one-sided smirk.
"I've been with many women over the years, but as I got older, I realised it's just meaningless sex. It's not fair to the ladies I sleep with because they always want more and I cannot give my all to a girl that's not my true soul mate."
Ok! A crazy serial killer he might be, but if he continue to talk like that, I will have to burst out of this closet and beg him to fuck me before he kills me. My mind went dark, now I sound like Gabrielle.
"Yeah man, we're twenty five, and we haven't found our mates yet but I know they're out there, so until I find mine I'll be satisfying little Carson and having fun doing so," Carson grinned while rubbing his chin. "But man for real, how many girls you slayed?"
"Seems like you won't let this go anytime soon, but I swear if you start acting crazy again I'm going to grab you by the collar and throw you out the window and remember we're on the fifth floor," Alpha warned.
"Ok man, cross my heart and hope to die," Carson vowed as he drew the imaginary cross over his chest.
Alpha slowly turned around, his rear was to Carson and his front was now towards me. I still couldn't see his face because there was a standing lamp in the way.
Fuck you, lamp.
"Three hundred and eighty two," Alpha said dryly, Carson was behind him trying to hold back his excitement but I could see his cheeks looking like they were about to explode. "Ever since I had that dream about that beautiful girl a couple of months ago, I can't seem to get her out my mind, plus I don't have the urge to have sex with anyone else."
"Wait you told me about that dream eight months ago, so you're telling me you haven't gotten laid in eight months?" Carson questioned, "What about big tits from last night?"
"Her name was Stacy or Tracy, not big tits, but after she got drunk, I offered her a ride. She started giving me a blow-job but I wasn't into it, so I just dropped her off at the north pack-house," Alpha shrugged.
"That's it? oh wow!" Carson shouted in disbelief. "But I thought you said you only remembered the events of the dream and not the dream girl's actual face, so how you know she's beautiful?"
"Man I just know and that's why I've been so restless lately. All I do is think about her twenty four, seven. I can't seem to get my fucking mind off her."
"Man you got the hots for an imaginary dream chick. Alpha that's on a different level of kinky. So have you dreamt about her again?"
"Yes, I did last night, it was only flashes here and there, but we finally kissed, and we were finally going to take the next step, when your annoying ass woke me up. It felt so real." I heard the sadness in Alpha's voice. I almost had the need to go and comfort him.
Even though his face was hidden behind the lamp,
Alpha's chest was in full view, and man those six-pack - oh scratch that, his eight-pack was glistening beneath the sunlight that was coming from the window. The rain had finally stopped.
His V-line was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I was drooling like a dog who was hungry for bone. That is it! I vowed to myself that If I made it out here in one piece I'd rub a few out from the images of this guy. I felt the heat coming from between my legs, I dipped my head slightly and swallowed to try to ease my dry throat.
"I'm sorry for cock-blocking you, man. You at least deserve some dream pussy for you to be turning down real pu -" Carson paused mid-sentence. "Smell that?" Carson questioned as he again sniffed the air.
I focused on Carson's face, he was tensed all over, I could tell that Alpha was also tensed by the way his muscles bulged.
Alpha growled before he answered yes. It was a guttural sound but it was one of the sexiest sounds that my ears have ever had the pleasure of hearing. My tummy tightened as my arousal intensified.
Both Carson and Alpha growled, and I watched as they walked towards the closet.
Fuck my life! I thought as I crawled to the back of the closet. My heart was thumping in my chest like a jackhammer.
I an going to die. They are going to find me and chop me into pieces and feed me to their pet shark.
I closed my eyes as I heard the closet door open. It sounded like it was ripped off the hinges.
Then came their loud breathing.
Oh! shit! It's the end of Hazel Valentine!
I didn't even have to open my eyes to know that they were close. I felt their presence.
"MATE!" I heard Alpha rumble.
"Alpha, I don't see anyone but I do smell a unique scent though, it's stronger at the back of the closet." Carson sounded confused.
What? My eyes shot open. How could he not see me? I saw Carson hovering over me, sniffing and scanning the area. His blue eyes were now pitch black. How is this possible? I kept still, I dared not to even breathe and risk being caught.
"Mate! MATE!" Alpha growled out, the whole God damn room shook.
"Calm down Alpha, there's no one here! Your mate is not here," Carson tried to reason with Alpha, but Alpha grabbed his shoulder and flung him to the ground like he weighed nothing.
He stepped around Carson and stood right in front of me. I was sitting with my back against the wall, hugging my knees to my chest. I felt like I was in a nightmare that I could not awaken from.
"But I can smell her, my mate is here, my wolf is sure of it." Alpha sounded desperate. He also seemed to not see me.
Maybe I'm dead and my ghost wandered and got lost in some hot guy's mansion. If so maybe I could lurk around and watch them shower and stuff - no, that's creepy even for ghost me.
Alpha crouched in front of me, my gaze immediately went to his face.
Wait! I know those mint green eyes, those beautifully chiselled jaws. It is my Adonis dream man!
That explains it now, I really am dreaming.
His hand stretched out like he was going to touch me. He stopped before his hand could touch the space where my chest was. He still could not see me, but somehow I knew he felt my presence.
This man was maybe the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. My fingers itched to caress him. Without thinking, I slowly positioned myself on my knees between his legs. He was sitting on the floor with his hands resting on his knees. He smelt like rain, almonds, and cedar. He smelt of perfection.
I needed to touch him. My skin was calling out to his skin. I gently lifted my hand and ran my thumb over his cheek. Sparks, of course, there'd be sparks. If he couldn't see me, maybe he wouldn't be able to feel my touch either - right?
WRONG!
His hand shot up to his cheek. I saw the battle behind his eyes like he just didn't know what to make out of this strange situation.
You and me both, buddy!
We were both drawn out of our trance when Carson groaned in pain. I forgot that he was there. "Alpha, with all due respect, you need to get a little more control of your wolf," he said while rubbing the back of his head.
Alpha slowly got up, and then he stretched a hand to Carson and drag him to his feet. "Sorry about that, man."
"It's ok Alpha, just another reason to get you and your wolf some pussy already. Eight months is like eight years in werewolf years," he chuckled while he patted Alpha on the back.
What?
They both walked out of the closet, but not before Alpha spun to look in my direction one last time. I again got lost in his beautiful green eyes when I was distracted by a voice calling my name. It was faint, but I recognised it.
"Haze, wake up! Wake up!" Gabz's voice echoed in my ears. Before I knew it, I was waking up in my bedroom with Gabz standing over my body with a panicked look on her face.
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