Alpha Ryan's Hybrid Luna

CHAPTER 2 Your Reputation?

Ella's POV

This day just keeps getting worst. I already felt out of place, foreign in my own life.

Naked, worthless, and fragile.

The door opened behind me, and I lifted my head to stare into the mirror. Goosebumps rosed up my arms and down my back. My nails scraped against the desk as my fists clenched into fists.

I knew who he was the moment our eyes met in the mirror's reflection. My heart started rising, and the sound of my pulse filled my ears.

My naked breasts moved up and down as I heaved for air over and over again. My husband. Ryan. He's just standing there, staring without a single reaction. He didn't knock, didn't ask to come in. didn't even bother to introduce himself.

"What do you want?"

I got my control back, and the buzzing sound of my pulse faded to a minimum. My heart, on the other hand, was like a caged Colibri. It surprised me that his eyes were bright blue, just like mine. It wasn't a common eye color around here, but despite the intense blue color, his gaze darkened by the second.

"I don't need to explain anything to you,"

"No, maybe not. Is it not considered common courtesy to knock before entering someone's room in your world?"

He broke eye contact first. Scoffed as he suddenly showed great interest in studying the Luna suite I was staying in.

"Drunk so early? We are in the same world!"

It made me want to laugh, the same world? Maybe on the same earth, but definitely not the same world!

I watched his every move in the mirror as I straightened up, devouring every detail as he looked away. His haircut was flawless, trimmed gradually at the sides and with longer ruffled hair on top. It's the rich man's version of a sidecut, I'm guessing. The muscles in his jaw tightened and moved under his skin while his eyes wandered over the room.

Even with a white shirt, I could see bulging muscles shift beneath. I knew most werewolves were tall and muscular, and he was definitely not an exception. I would have to look up to meet his eyes. Even in these heels, I'll probably only reach his shoulders. I would look like a teenager beside him.

"Why are you here, Ryan?"

It felt strange using his name like I was speaking to someone I knew. But for some reason, it rolled so easily in my mouth. Familiar and alien, but a name that felt smooth on my tongue. My clenched fists had opened, and my heart had slowed down, giving room for the anger I had felt earlier to smolder. Anger and despite for the man that let me stand alone in front of all those people! Let me handle all that humiliation, anxiety, and stress alone!

For what? Show me how much he despised me?

"It is Alpha for you. I am here because this is my house. My pack and you don't belong here,"

"Oh, so you are here to make sure I won't sneak up in the middle of the night and kill you all? Assess the threat? Save me the pity of your lies! And no, I'm not an animal, I'm not like you, and I will never call you Alpha!"

"It is, and will always be, ALPHA, I don't care what you are, human, wolf, or rodent? Alpha is the only thing I will allow you to call me. You live in my house, follow my rules, and that's why I am here. To make sure you know how to behave and act not to stain our reputation,"

He slumped down on the edge of my bed and leaned back on his elbows. This time his eyes raked shamelessly over my half-naked body, and a half grin tugged on the side of his lips.

A grin I've seen so many times before. Horny disgusting pigs. Men are all the same beasts! With or without wolves! It will not surprise me if he is the one that ordered the two young girls to rip the wedding dress off me.

The moment I was shown this room, they started taking it off. No questions asked; just stripped me down. Took the tiara, neckless, and earrings. I was left in nothing but my own skin, white stockings, and that hideous thing Lauren had called wedding panties. I scoffed at the memorization. It was nothing but strings and a piece of fabric, barely enough to cover anything.

I looked like a stripper.

And judging by the way he was taking me in with greed now, I had no problem imagining this was his plan all along. I would not give him the pleasure of seeing me tremble, break or affect me like that.

"Your reputation? Oh please! Is that what you were thinking about when you decided not to show up to your own wedding too? Your reputation!"

I grabbed the paper stack on the desk, and with calm and steady steps, I walked up to him. I was confident in my own skin and had learned to love my curves! My desire to look like a starved stick or model faded with the childish fantasies that I would one day be accepted as I was.

For people to see who I was, who I really was! Not who made me, not the blood that was mixed in my veins. If it is games he wants, games he will get! Slowly my hips rolled with each step. Tilting my head shyly as my eyes met his again. Straightened my back just enough for my breasts to push out without making it obvious. Without shame, I stopped right in front of him and looked him up and down, offering a little smile when our eyes met again.

Without breaking eye contact, I pushed the tip of my white, tacky wedding shoe between his and pushed his legs apart. Sliding his feet far enough apart for me to take a step closer between them. With my sweets voice, I asked,

"Really? Your... reputation is that important?"

I timed it perfectly as my eyes traveled down his body and stopped on the bulge in his pants. Paused and -stared a little longer than necessary before looking back up with an arched brow leaning down over him - still, that little smile playing in the corner of my lips. He didn't answer, only swallowed hard as he leaned further back when I leaned over him. I placed my free hand down on the mattress next to his chest as he was almost lying flat down now. My heart skipped a beat as his hot breath grazed my cheek, my lips so close to his ear he would feel them move as I spoke.

"I'm impressed, Ryan. I didn't think pigs cared for things like that,"

I slammed the paper stack on his chest but held my position.

"But I don't care. You made it clear. Everyone made it clear what I am. Painted my worth down in the last single detail. This is my contract; these are my demands. Read them; let them swirl in your head a little..."

I paused again and looked down between his legs, and wrinkled my nose.

"The useful head! And we can discuss the details."

I stood up and looked down at him for a second. Watched how his eyes flickered. The color shifts from intense blue to yellow. It lasted only for a second before his gaze darkened, and he grabbed the papers with aggression. His jaw was tight, and he glared at he as he sat up straight. Papers still clutched in his fist; he adjusted the pressing bulge in his pants.

I rolled my eyes, men! So easy that it should be embarrassing!