Daddy And Alpha

Chapter Five

Chapter Five:

I checked my surroundings one last time before pushing the door wide open to allow the largest room I have ever seen to come to view.

It was simply stunning, the bed was enormous, wide and high and the furniture around the room was placed strategically to make it look the most regal it can look. All I could see was white, royal blue and gold. There were even three gold-plated pillars almost framing the bed in a semi arc and giving the room unnecessary support. The bedroom was fit for a king making away with country riches. I have been to so many extravagant luxury homes, the master bedroom at my home is quite impressive as well, I have always thought of Molly's own room to be a jaw- dropper, but this one takes the cake. The art, the sculptures, there are barrel chairs, loveseats, wingback chairs, only a Greek God or an imperial Emperor should be sleeping in such a bed.

I know many people who would dream to have an apartment the size of this bedroom. I was not awestruck to the point of freezing in place and taking my time to admire the overly lavish yet beautiful room of intricate designs, because I was so deep into my hormonal desires.

Luxury at its best. That is what this room was. I almost felt like a peasant stepping into it, and for the longest time I believed my room was decent enough. I guess as long as I am comparing it to this huge, overly sophisticated one, I was well below average, no joke.

My entire hand begins to tremble as I push the door closed to the farthest point and hear a click sound. My heart starts to pound fast and I just cannot fathom why I am this anxious or why it is so hard to shake off the feeling that I might suddenly see Martin staring back at me when I walk into the room.

I was usually more fearless and braver than this, I should be casually walking into the room without any hesitation but this room did not belong to just anyone, it belonged to the same man that has a very dark reputation trailing behind his name. I have to be scared of course!

The silence in the room is very intimidating but it at least validates to the paranoid version of me that lived in my head that I am alone in the room so it can shut the f**k up and stop all the visions it keeps giving me. I was not in this room to give myself any undesirable images, I came with a far more different intention in mind.

The door creaks behind me and a gasp leaves my mouth as I quickly turn my head.

Phew! I breath a sigh of relief when I take note of the barely visible gap that was left till the door was fully closed. I am glad that I do not actually see a person behind the door because I had not even gotten to have a look at what Martin had in here.

That reminds me, I must close the door fully and lock it this time around before someone actually catches me in here.

The room was perfectly representative of Martin Drummond's personality,despite all the white and shimmery, flashy colours, there was a look in the room that was achieved by everything going together that added a whole masculine edge to its appearance. The high ceilings and chandeliers reminded me of just how hard him and my had had worked to

Slowly closing the door, I twisted the thumb turn to the right and locked myself inside the room.

I squealed as I came to a realisation of what I was actually doing, I was in Alpha Martin's room, I had actually snuck in!

I squealed way too loudly and almost blew my cover before I jumped onto his bed.

I inhaled the scent on his duvet cover and moaned to the image of him the smell was giving me.

More! I need more!

I got off the bed and walked over to his closet, opening the door.

I clapped my hands and screamed internally, which came out as a little twirl in front of the mirror by the closet door's side. I was acting like a full lunatic at the moment but how could I not?

I was seeing so many clothes that I wanted to get my hands on.

The closet was a big walk-in with only a few clothes in it. A few but still there, that's all I needed.

I grab one of his dress shirts and hold it close to my face, inhaling the scent of him that had been musked by the shirt being laundered. My desire for him gets even stronger as I picture his arms embracing me as we make out and I run my fingers through his perfect hair.

I lick my lips as I take the shirt with me back to the room, placing it on the bed.

Maybe I should wear it...

The thought crosses my mind and before I even think of any reasons why I should not even begin to agree with it, my top had come off.

I throw it on the ground and let my jeans drop before I walk out of them.

I take the shirt and throw it over my shoulders, slip my arms in and button it fully.

Walking over to the full body mirror by his closet door, I admire the sight before me. I actually look good in his dress shirt, I feel even better than I look. I feel an instant attraction to the shirt.

Before I could even get ahead of myself and do anything more, the sound of someone coming down the stairs disturbed me and had me in a panic.

Fuck! Who the hell could that be?!

I needed to get out of this room and fast.

Unbuttoning the shirt, I took it off hastily and slipped back into my clothes as fast as I could.

I had not heard anyone calling for me yet but I knew I had ro rush before they finally concluded I was in this room.

I hung the shirt right where I had found it and tip toed across the room till I was at the door.

Listening in through the slightly open door, I heard more footsteps on the stairs and assumed that whoever it was that had ruined my moment was finally going back up.

I took the opportunity and got out of the room in slow steps.

Much to my satisfaction, there was nobody in the lounge by the time I made it there and all I had to do was pretend I had never left to begin with.

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The party had only been thirty minutes in and I could already smell alcohol and vomit mixed together.

Teenagers were the worst, myself included. I still found it hard to understand why Martin saw it as fit to allow Molly to use the vacation home as opposed to any other location.

The cleanliness of the entire living space was a story of the past and all that took over was a bunch of loud, messy party animals.

I was on my third shot of tequila and seeing as I was quite a lightweight, I had made sure to eat as much food as I can before taking in all these drinks.

"Hey bestie! Are you having a good time?" Molly's slurred voice called out from my side as we continued to dance in the living area.

"How did you get this drunk so quickly, Moll?" It was shocking to see her in this state when the party had only just begun.

Well, I might have a clue how she got this way so quickly.

First of all, whenever Damien was around, Molly always latched onto him so she probably forgot to eat.

And secondly and most importantly, I knew Damien and his tactics. Whenever he felt the need to get rid of Molly during parties, he just fed her alcohol and she, like a willing puppet just obliged and let him get her drunk so he could get up to no good.

"You need to come with me!" I interlocked our arms and held her firmly. Her deadweight almost makes it impossible to move but I am able to get her to walk up the stairs and settle on her bed.

"Stay here! I will be back okay? I mean it." I instructed and I could see it in her face that she was not going to listen to me.

"Why though? But why? You want to have all the fun without me, don't you?!" She stands from the bed and immediately stumbles.

I am able to catch her on time before she lands and gets a really bad injury.

"Kacey! I am just fine. Let's go back!" She was continuing to deny me keeping her safe. I imagined I would have to be there to pick up the pieces but I didn't know it would have to be this soon.

"Stay here, I need to sort something out."

I pushed her slightly so she fell on her bed again.

The way she struggles to even move her leg at that point at least gives me hope that some time will go by before she leaves the room and attempts to go down that long flight of stairs on her own.

I walk back downstairs and search the entire floor for the bastard behind my best friend getting so drunk.

After a hopeless search for almost five minutes, I finally catch him...and I mean catch him in the act.

He was in a secluded corner, making out with a girl I definitely identified as being from our school. I already feel the need to punch him in the gut but I decide to keep my composure and collect the evidence before anything else.

Quickly squeezing my phone out of my pocket, I clicked on the camera icon and pressed on the record button. A video of him passionately making out with whoever the witch was should be enough to get Molly to break up with him at last, at least I hoped.

Okay. I had around forty seven percent of my hope invested in her dumping him after this because I already knew just how hard Molly can grovel.

I put my phone back in my pocket where it is safe and walk over to the smooching pair, ready to launch an attack on this fucktard.

I walk over to them and slap Damien at the back of the head.

"What the f**k are you doing, you i***t?!"

I screamed as I watched the little smack I gave to him break the kiss.

"Ouch! Kacey what the f**k!" He grabbed the pain inflicted area, rubbing it with a wince to his face.

"What the f**k are do you think you are doing?" The tramp with red hair dared to retort.

I gave her one glare and pointed my finger straight at her face.

"Listen here, you witch. I have no idea who the f**k you are, this does not involve you so you better leave!"

She gasped and placed her scrawny hand over her chest.

"What did you say!?" Her thin hand moved from her barely covered chest and slapped me across my face.

No way!

No way in hell did that b***h just do that!

I grab her by the hair and shove her forward. Her back hits the wall and I turn her with one twist of her head and this time around her back hits Damien, who uses the opportunity to grab her and end the fight.

"You are a sick, crazy b***h!" She wiggles herself out of Damien's arms and nudeges herself forward, passing between me and the snoopy crowd that had collected behind us to watch the showdown.

The noise of the nosy gossips is too infuriating for me to put up with and I end up snapping.

"Listen here, I am far from done with you!" I assure Damien before I address the crowd behind me.

"I want every single one of you out of this place, and I mean right now!" I yell to the top of my lungs and only manage to get them quiet but not moving.

A few threats about Martin receiving a phone call so he can show up and kick all of them out is all it takes to clear the house and I could not be more glad that Martin held such power, if not for him, I do not know if I would have managed to get the person count back to four.

Speaking of which, it was probably high time I checked on Molly. I doubt she was going to be very pleased to know that I used her dad's name to threaten the people away but it was her party, if she was not around to have fun then no one else was allowed to be doing so.

I keep it in mind to say my piece to Damien once I come back and I shoot him a glare to assure him that I really was not done with him.

As much as I would have loved to slap him across his fuckboy face, tending to Molly before she broke her neck trying to come down was far more important.

I make it to the bottom of the stairs and actually breathe a sigh of relief when I don't find Molly fallen off the stairs.

Making it into the room, I find her knees against her chest as she holds them in place like a sobbing child.

I get closer to her and actually notice that there are tears coming from her eyes.

Who on earth told her already? This is ridiculously impossible!

I walk over to give her a hug and a soft kiss on the forehead. I shift to creat some space between us so I can rub her shoulder while I look her in the eyes.

"I am so sorry, Molly. Who told you?" I look at her with worry as I see her struggle to even form words.

"I did not want for you to find out this way,"

I pause and reach for my phone in my back pocket.

I play the video of Damien kissing the redhead and her eyes go wide.

"What?!" She screams and recoils herself even more as more tears leave her eyes.

"When did this happen?" She manages to ask me between sobs and wiping her tears and now I am confused.

"I thought you already knew, it just happened right now..." I am now hesitant, seeing as she did not already have an idea that her boyfriend was cheating on her yet again and I chose to bring it up, actually show it to her at the worst moment possible.

I rubbed her shoulder as she let out more tears.

Gosh! Why are you such a hot head, Kacey? Could you not wait for her to at least tell you why she was crying before you showed her that video?

I was beating myself up, but that did not help to get the words out of Molly.

"What is going on, pumpkin pie?" I bring out my baby voice from the hidden closet in my mind and try to cheer her up.

I actually had no assurance whatsoever that she was in her right state of mind at the moment but what still remained was the fact that it was my duty to calm her when she was upset.

"I wish she was still here." I see the sadness in her eyes as she speaks the words.

I really should have known. Molly used to have what you would call a tradition of crying each day on her birthday because she was missing her mom.

I was a superstitious person, and so was she, so we always believed that maybe every year when she grew up, her mother came to her in spirit and watched how far she had come. That would explain why her emotions were always so raw and strong on her most important birthdays.

Now that she was turning eighteen, it meant a lot of things for her, she would find her mate soon and she would start training to become the luna and head our pack. Now that was a big responsibility and even I could not imagine how she felt knowing she had to keep our status where Martin took it once she was in power.

"It's okay, Moll, I know!" She finally got out of her closed off position and allowed me to give her a hug. I held her tightly in my arms and let her cry.

"What do you think she is thinking right now if she is looking at you?" I question and Molly laughs, breaking our hug.

"That I am one sick drunk!" She jokes and we both finally get to have smiles on our faces.

Every year when Molly felt the overwhelming emotions of missing her mom during a birthday, we always sat next to each other, all alone and fantasized a world where she was actually around.

It always made Molly feel better and more connected to her mother when we did so.

I sigh, thinking back to the story of how she came to lose her life. In fact, that story may as well be one about how Martin got to build his pack like he did.

Molly and I were only eight years old when it happened.

Shit! It has been ten years.

I shook my head as the realization dawned on me.

This only means it has been ten years since Martin has been without a mate, that was the last woman he ever allowed into his life. The experience was traumatizing, no wonder he grew such a thick skin of amour.

"I think what makes me sadder is the thought of not ever knowing who did it!" Molly remarked and I nodded my head to agree with her.

It was true, the absolute saddest part about Molly's mom getting murdered was never being able to know the truth and finally have closure. I am pretty sure Martin felt the pain of being in the dark too. With how he is, I am sure he still fantasized about roasting the culprits alive.

A few minutes of us just huddling next to each other and reminiscing pass and the mood in the room actually gets a boost.

I use this opportunity to go to my bags and finally give Molly her gift.

I walk over to the swollen mess and unzipped a hidden zip on the side, pulling out the gift I got her.

"Here you go!" I smile at her as I hand her the small, wrapped box.

She touches her heart and pouts while blinking repeatedly.

"Awww...Kace! You really did not have to get me anything, you know that right?"

I roll my eyes and fold my arms over my chest, giving her a questioning look.

"Shall I take it back with me and keep it for myself then?" I raised an eyebrow and moved my arms so my hands were holding my waist.

"No! Of course not!" She snaps back and shoots me a tongue out of her mouth.

I do not even know how much she has sobered up but she was definitely better than what she was when she came to me initially.

She tears the wrapping paper, revealing the white box below it.

"I wonder what it is!" She exclaims with excitement as she tosses off the rest of the wrapping paper to her side on the bed.

She opens the box and sees the pink ruby and blue diamond necklace that I got her.

She squeals witg excitement as she takes a closer look at the previous gems.

"Did you get this custom made?" Her mouth goes wide as she reads her name above the rubies and diamonds.

"Of course I did, dum-dum!" She stands on her bed and gives me a warm hug before saying thanks.

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