The Lone Alpha

Prologue Two – Davina.

Prologue Two – Davina.

Five Years Six Months Ago.

“Get this drink down your neck and let’s go,” Haley, my friend since I was seven years old, commands me. Handing me another tequila that I do not particularly want to drink.

Haley and I are polar opposites. She is short and blonde with a model figure, whereas I am taller, with more curves and long light brown hair. Since we both turned 18, she has been on a mission to visit every bar in our city, every weekend. I, however, am not as popular as my friend, I am not much of a drinker, and I don’t get the attention from the opposite s*x as she does. So, I am struggling to find the motivation and excitement that Haley requires for yet another night on the town, where she flirts with her many suitors, and I am left standing alone forcing a smile, whilst being relatively ignored.

Grabbing the drink, I knock it back in one, if only to get through this night, as Haley claps her hands with glee, and taking me by the hand drags me down the stairs of her mother’s house, to the awaiting taxi that will take us into the city centre.

“Remember, if I pull tonight, I stayed at your house,” Haley looks at me her perfectly plucked eyebrows raised.

As if I can forget, it is the same every night we head out. To be honest, I am starting to think that she only wants me to go out with her because she is the best looking out of the pair of us, and my curvy shape and slightly awkwardness towards men serve to make her look even better. She is pretty, very pretty, there is no need to use me in this way.

I don't know what is wrong with my mood tonight. Hell, I shouldn’t feel this way about my best friend, but it is the truth, and I cannot, no matter how hard I try to shake that feeling, that has been growing since we turned 18 and could go out drinking.

The smell of stale booze greets me as we head into the club, and the music thumps in my ears. I head to the bar to buy the first round of drinks. I managed to flag down the girl behind the bar and order a couple of cocktails, heading back to Haley and handing her the drink.

“Why did you not get jugs?” she accuses me.

“Because it is the week before payday, and I don’t really want to get shitfaced,” I snapped a little back at her.

“Hey gorgeous, I will get you a jug,” a man approached her, his eyes trailing up and down her scanty-clad body.

Seriously, I don’t know how she didn’t catch her death from a cold. She is wearing knickers and a bra under a mesh dress that doesn’t even cover her bum properly. Granted, she looks gorgeous, but still, it is not something I could ever wear, even if I were stick thin, and didn't have these boobs that give me backache, and a bum that jiggles of its own accord.

His friend looks at me, standing in a tight-fitting green dress which covers my legs to the knees. I don’t miss the look of disappointment on his face at being left with the ‘ugly’ friend. I try not to take it personally, to know my own worth, but I cannot deny the sting of rejection that resonates in my heart.

I do not want a jug of cocktail, but still, I cannot help but notice the friend doesn’t offer me one. I let out a sigh and prepared myself for yet another night of playing gooseberry to Haley. and the cocktail man.

The night wore on, and I was in desperate need of some air, in fact, Haley was gyrating over the cocktail guy, and I thought that maybe I should just call it a night and head home.

Yeah, that is exactly what I will do, go home and get to bed. I will text Haley later to let her know I am safe.

As I head out of the door, I walk towards the Taxi rank. It is still relatively early, so take the shortcut down one of the back streets. Normally I wouldn’t dare walk down this route, but it is not yet 11 pm, so it should be safe enough. As my heels clank against the cobblestones, I feel like someone is watching me. I quicken my pace when suddenly the most gorgeous man I have ever seen appears out of the shadows.

“You should not be alone, you could get hurt,” his velvety smooth voice tells me, with the hint of an Irish accent.

I wait for the terror to hit me at being met by a man in a dark alley, but maybe I have had more to drink than I thought because all I feel is my heart galloping in my chest and my lady parts weeping as my breath labours looking into his beautiful green eyes.

“You cannot take risks, you are too special,” his voice both comforts and chastises me. Hell, I cannot form words as I simply nod back at him.

He reaches out to me, his hand running up and down my arm.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers, almost as if it were a sin to find me so attractive.

I have never been called beautiful by a man in my life, and the tingles that shoot up my arm like pleasurable bolts of electricity cause me to gasp.

"I should resist you. Walk away," his conflicted eyes lock with mine, as he runs his hand over his man bun, his muscles straining against his t-shirt, making my core throb.

“Just one taste,” he whispers again, and I am spellbound, unable to refuse this glorious adonis anything he desires. As his lips meet mine, I lose all sense of myself. Something wild and glorious takes over, as I moan into his mouth. A low growl erupts from his chest as I mould my body into his, feeling like we fit together perfectly. Who is this man? And why do I feel like he is my forever?

Passion takes over, as we fumble with each other, and I give him my everything. I never thought I would pop my cherry in the back alley behind one of the clubs, yet here I am, shocked that I have done the deed with a stranger. As I pull my knickers back up my legs, he looks at me, and tears form in his eyes.

“I am sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I am so sorry, I cannot love you, I cannot be the man you deserve,” he states, then as quickly as he appeared in my life, he turned and physically ran away from me, leaving me feeling used, abused and utterly heartbroken.