My Stay With The Alpha
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Introduction
He smirks and says, "lick you up and down".
Before I can respond he lifts me place me on the counter snugs between my legs and starts kissing and licking me.
His tongue reaches my neck and I shiver. I grew wetter than I already was.
My body was getting hot, my common sense was gone, and I moved my bottom half closer to him.
Hinting to him that I want his fingers inside me. And he did just that, he slid one finger into me. As I got lost in the pleasure, he slid another finger into me.
"AHHHH...HARDER'', lost in the pleasure, I was on the verge of begging for more.
After her divorce, Cleo promised herself that she was done with men. And because of her history, she is determined to stay away from shifters as well. She didn't want a relationship or friendship with a man or a shifter.
However, her best friend Jazz just so happens to be mated with a shifter. A shifter who is the Beta of the most feared pack in America. For some reason, Cleo is drawn to the brother of her best friend mate. As fate will have it a fire happened. Leaving Jazz and Cleo to stay with the Alpha and Beta.
Valenzano wanted his mate for many years. One day he meets his mate who is human. A human who has a bad past with shifters. To not scare her away from him, West and her best friend Jazz keep it a secret that Cleo is Valenzano's mate.
Will Cleo be willing to be Valenzano's mate?
Read the spicy story to find the answer.
Reader description is advised this book contains, strong sexual content, strong language, and violence.
Chapter 1
Cleo POV:
I am sitting watching Jeepers Creepers, and I hear bing, bing, and my phone is going off. It's Robert's assigned ring tone; he must be Robert checking in. I look at the time on the TV. It's 8 p.m. eastern time, so it's at least 2 a.m. in Italy.
Why is Robert up at 2 a.m.? I struggle to get up to grab my phone; this pregnancy is kicking my ass; my feet hurt, my back hurt, my breasts hurt, and I can't wait for Robert to come back. I pick up my phone and see it's a media message from Robert.
I open it, and my heart stops. After three days of crying, I came to a conclusion about what I should do. I thought I had time to leave before he got back from his business trip. I hear Robert enter the house; he sees my luggage by the door.
"Hey, babe, where are you going?" he asked.
"I AM FUCKING LEAVING ROBERT!" I yelled as I brought more luggage to the door.
"What...why?" he asked, confused.
"BECAUSE OF MY DUMB ASS HUSBAND!" I screamed at him.
"What the fuck did I do?" he asked, confused.
"REALLY ROBERT!" I said, ready to cut his dick off.
"Baby, just tell me what's wrong," he said, pleading I am not falling for his shit.
He sounds so calm, and it is pissing me off. I'm not sure if it's the pregnancy hormones or the fact that I felt hurt and betrayed. Maybe it's a mixture of both. No woman, especially one that is 14 weeks pregnant, should have to deal with this bullshit. He gently grabs me and turns me to face him.
"Please talk to me," he says as he rubs my stomach.
"Fine, explain this." I pulled out my cell phone and showed him the text that I received from his phone. I can tell his secretary is holding his phone and taking the picture.
"The text is pictures of them in bed during his business trip. He looks at the screen, and I watch as his face turns pale as he mouths, "What the fuck?" he says, playing like he is shocked.
"IT LOOKS LIKE YOU AND VALLIE IN BED TOGETHER!" I screamed so hard I started to feel nauseous.
"Babe, it's not what it looks like," he said, staring at the picture.
Why the fuck is he so calm about this? His pregnant wife is on the verge of leaving him because his slut of a secretary decided she wanted to cross the line and send me pics of them.
If I wasn't pregnant, I would beat her ass, not because she was in bed with him but because she had the nerve to send me photos of it. I need to calm the hell down because a lot of stress is bad for the baby.
"Look at the pictures; I am fully dressed," he says as he points to the screen.
"But she is not... and if it is not what it looks like, then you should never have put yourself in the position for her to be able to take the picture and send them to me," I said now, crying.
I walk out the door, he grabs me, and I pull away. The next thing I know, I am waking up in the hospital. I see Robert and my best friend Jazz looking at me with sadness in their eyes.
"What happened... Why am I in the hospital?" I asked, then feeling dizzy.
"You had an accident, babe," Robert says with sorrow in his eyes.
"What kind of accident...is the baby ok!?" I say, starting to panic.
"You fell down the stairs at home, honey... I am so sorry," Jazz says as she starts to cry. I looked at Robert, and he just shook his head like he was holding back tears and said, "The baby is gone.".
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THE BABY IS GONE!" I started yelling and touching my stomach, and I couldn't feel my baby.
"You fell on your stomach while trying to leave the house," Jazz said.
And that's when it all came back to me—the photos, the argument, and my wanting to leave him. After some hours of crying and trying to cope with the news of our loss, The doctor told us that having a miscarriage at 14 weeks is hard on the body.
I can't get pregnant again. Because of the way the miscarriage happened, it is not likely that I will be able to carry a baby to term. With the doctor's statement, I lost my hopes, my dreams, and my husband. Robert later divorced me. His reason was that I could not give him an heir.
He added that he still loves me, but he has a duty to his family and must produce an heir. I would never have thought at the age of 28, I would have lost everything dear to me.
I could not believe that Bastard would file for a divorce while I am in the hospital. I was in the hospital for two weeks. He didn't come back to visit me or call me. He wasn't there to pick me up and take me home, so I had to call Jazz to come and get me. She couldn't get in contact with him either.
We were both worried about him. That changed when we got to my house. All his stuff was gone, and there were divorce papers on the kitchen table. In two weeks, this asshole filed for divorce and moved out.
After crying for four hours, I signed it without reading it and left with Jazz. I haven't seen or heard from Robert since, the truth is, I didn't even try to find him.
All this happened two years ago. I still lived with Jazz and her crazy ass. I was awarded the house and other properties in the divorce, but I could not stand to live there, so I sold it. And give the other properties away to charity.
Two long years without any male companionship. And tonight is the night that Jazz thinks I should change that. I just hope I don't get hurt in the process.
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