The rejected bond of Alpha Marcus

How dare you kiss me!

Sarah POV

“s**t, s**t, s**t,” was her new mantra, as she paced the length of her bedroom, repeating it over and over. What the hell had she just done?! She was about to be sold off like cattle, and she had almost given away her virtue to some random stranger she met in the garden at one in the morning.

Well, half her virtue. When she was twenty-three, she had fumbled around with one of her warrior friends, tired of being the only virgin in her friends’ group. She had been saving her virginity for her mate, but when she didn’t find him at twenty-one, or at twenty-two, she felt like rebelling against everything she was raised to believe in. Screw the mate bond and screw the Goddess!

Needless to say, it was terrible, therefor, only half her virtue had been lost. He hadn’t even warmed her up a little bit, before thrusting into her. Sure, they had shared a sloppy kiss, but that had been more of a turn-off for her.

“Auw, stop!” she had yelled, pushing him off of her naked body roughly. She cursed herself for choosing him to take care of her needs, but he had been the only unmated male that she trusted. But then again, she wouldn’t be surprised if his mate had rejected him for his poor performance in the bedroom.

“Oh, I’m sorry, come back, I’ll make it better,” he had uttered in a state of sheer panic.

“No! This was a mistake,” was all she’d said before storming out on him. They had never spoken of it again, and since then, she had given up on the thought of losing her virginity, in fact, she had resigned herself to a life alone as Queen of the Kingdom. Until the bloody council had ruined that dream.

And here she was, giving herself to some random man out in the streets!

“Wow, you look like s**t!” Alexandra stepped into her suit, biting into an apple. “Your father asked me to get you ready for your first interview with this Miranda woman.”

Ah, Miranda Huxley was the host of the Chatterbox Chronicles, a very popular talk-show on the Werewolf Network. She had recently expanded her show with couch confessions, where she coaxed secrets out of famous shifters. She was also the ‘lucky’ wolf who was in charge of Sarah’s reality show, The Bachelorette, Alpha trial addition. Stupid name, Sarah thought to herself, rolling her eyes inwardly.

“s**t, s**t, s**t,” was all she replied.

“What’s wrong?” Alexandra asked, pausing mid-bite.

“I did something last night….or should I say, someone,” Sarah said, biting her lip. Alexandra’s face lit up as she listened to last night’s events.

“How dare you kiss me!” Sarah had pulled back from the kiss, slapping Marcus in the face. His reaction was one of shock before his eyes darkened with anger.

“You kissed me!” He snapped, getting in her face. Her gaze moved from his darkening eyes to his lips, before she jumped on him, hooking her ankles behind his back and pulling his mouth to hers again.

She was half expecting him to throw her off, but he quickly complied, pulling her closer, lacing his hand in her hair. Their kiss turned feverish, as he pushed his tongue inside of her mouth. She let her hands drop from around his neck to the bare skin on his torso, exploring the ridges of his abs with her fingers. Goddess, this man was all muscle.

Sarah let out a yelp inside his mouth when her back hit the cold castle wall.

“Sorry,” He panted, pulling away from her mouth but continuing his assault by moving to her jaw, down to her throat. Sarah moved her head to the side, giving him better access. He sucked and nipped at her skin as he moved down to her collar bone, pausing at the swell of her breast. His darkened gaze moved to her eyes as if he was waiting for permission.

“And what did I do next? I pulled down my negligee, exposing myself, like some sort of trallop!” Sarah groaned, pushing her face into her pillow.

“Oh no, you do not pause there! Go on!” Alexandra encouraged, ripping the pillow away from her.

The corner of his mouth quirked up, before he moved down, sucking her n****e into his mouth, biting it softly. Sarah arched her back, lacing her fingers into his hair.

“Oooh, f**k, Marco,” she moaned. He pulled back from her causing the cool night air to reach her wet skin.

“Marcus,” He corrected, panting heavily.

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes, pushing his head back between her breasts. He didn’t even complain, he just chuckled, continuing his delicious attack on her body.

When he readjusted her so that she wouldn’t slide down, she felt it. The bulge in his pants. She closed her eyes, wiggling her hips, enjoying the feeling of him against her thigh. Goddess, he felt big.

She shimmed herself so her core was aligned with his and started gyrating against him.

“Oh, f**k,” he groaned, reclaiming her lips. His hands moved up her bare legs, caressing the swell of her ass, before they moved to the line of her panties.

“Yes!” Sarah cried out, sucking his earlobe into her mouth, replying to his silent message. When she had gotten so bold, she didn’t know. And didn’t care at the moment.

His finger expertly swept over her lips, before reaching her clit.

“Yes, don’t stop,” Sarah cried out moments later, as her insides wound tighter, a sign of her impending o****m.

“Yes, Alexandra, c*m for me,”

Alexandra coughed and spluttered, as a piece of apple caught in her throat. “What?! Why did he call you my name?” she asked, after freeing herself of the obstruction.

“Oh, right, s**t, sorry, I eum….may have told him my name was Alexandra,” Sarah admitted, stopping her relentless pacing.

“What, Why?” Alexandra asked, looking puzzled.

“What was I supposed to say? High, I’m Princess Sarah, nice to meet you, now suck on my t**s. Oh Goddess, this is such a mess,” Sarah threw herself on her bed and buried her face in another pillow.

“So, did you?” Sarah moved her pillow to the side, looking at Alexandra’s smirking face.

“Did I what?”

“c*m?”

Sarah’s eyes snapped open after Marcus called her Alexandra, breaking the spell she had been under. She pushed his finger out of her panties, and untangled herself from his body.

“Did I do something?” he asked with furrowed brows, looking from one eye to the other, searching her face for any reaction.

“No, I—I just remembered I have an early morning, so… It was nice to meet you,” She blurted out, hastily making her way back to the omega entrance.

“It was nice to meet you?” Alexandra burst out laughing.

“Shut up!” Sarah grumbled, throwing a pillow at her, “I panicked. You know I’ve never really been with anyone.” Sarah groaned, throwing her face in her hands.

“Oh Goddess, it was so lame and embarrassing,” she continued, sulking on her bed.

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad. He’s probably already forgotten,” Alexandra said seriously.

“Really?” Sarah asked in a hopeful tone, her face lighting up at the prospect.

“No chance in hell,” Alexandra burst out laughing again.

“You’re a terrible friend, you know that, right?” Sarah asked, standing over Alexandra who was holding her stomach, rolling around on the floor.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” she pulled herself together after a few moments, “come on, let’s get you ready for that interview. I so hope we see him at dinner tonight.”

The thought alone made Sarah’s stomach drop. Well, at least she had time till dinner to get used to the idea. She only had that bloody interview, there were no activities planned for the rest of the day. Today was about letting the men settle in and explaining the rules of the games, letting them explore the grounds…

“A messenger just brought this,” Alexandra said, as Sarah stepped out of the bathroom in a white floral dress.

“Looks like you’re in luck,” She smirked, waving the contents of the envelope in the air.

“Why is that?” Sarah asked.

“Because tonight is a masquerade ball.”