THE NOTORIOUS ALPHA'S FAVORITE SLAVE

CHAPTER 4

I felt the surging pain as Alpha Kevin unimprinted on me. Both Dakota and I crumbled on the ground, wailing in pain.

“H-how could you do this to me, my alpha? I have given you all of me, and despite all that you will just reject me over these false accusations?” I mustered up the courage to retort back, despite the excruciating pain of the rejection.

It made me wonder why Alpha Kevin seemed like he was not in pain at all. Perhaps, he really wasn’t my destined mate at all, which was why he was not least hurt, unlike me.

“You know, Amira. I don’t understand why you always keep ranting about your petty thirst for my attention when the reason behind our union, was because you are your father’s collateral to my family. You should be grateful that despite your shortcomings, I still fed and dressed you up. Because if you’ll ask me, I really should have rejected you a long time ago.” Alpha Kevin said as he turned to face Beta Dennis.

“Take her out, I don’t want to see her face ever again. Dare to come anywhere close to me or the pack house, and I swear it will be your last.” With Alpha Kevin’s cruel command, Beta Dennis and some Gammas forcibly yanked me out of the building.

They pushed me out of the lobby like I was a petty wolf who had not only been rejected by her mate but had also been kicked out of the pack. In this state, I had nowhere else to go. I have no family or kin, I know, I was completely homeless now.

“Take this, it’s the last thing you would get from the alpha of the Windcrown Pack.” He then tossed an envelope to my face, completely disrespecting me as well when I got stripped off my title as Luna of the pack.

And as I stumbled down here looking at them returning back inside, I solemnly vowed to myself that I would return to this pack house and have my revenge against every single one of them who wronged me, and I aimed to get back on Sarah first.

DAYS HAVE PASSED since Alpha Kevin rejected me as his mate, like I mattered nothing to him at all. It made me feel like I was some sort of dust in his sleeve, so easy for him to wipe away from his life.

The memory of the pain from his rejection still hung in me even to this day. Every day his words and deeds were weighty, dragging me down into a pit I wasn't sure I could get out of.

Still left unopened and a continual reminder of the harsh memories that Alpha Kevin had left, the white envelope that Beta Dennis had handed me that night sat on the bedside table. I was not interested in learning what lay inside—not yet, perhaps not ever.

Meanwhile, Brenda, the closest and only best friend of mine, had been a godsend, providing help by letting me stay with her. She was kind to pick me up outside the building when Beta Dennis and the other Gammas kicked me out like I’m some kind of stray dog.

Brenda had been silent about my decision to lock myself alone for days in my room. Even Dakota, who had been forcing me to go out, was always ignored. I had been like this for days I couldn’t even remember.

But today she was more resilient than usual.

“Amira, you need to get out,” Brenda said, sitting across from me on my bed. Her green eyes were filled with concern. “It’s not healthy to keep locking yourself up. Come with me tonight.”

I stared into the cup, the steam swirling lazily above it. “Tonight? Why? Where are we going?”

“I’m catering a big event at the Lorne Hotel, and they’re short-staffed. You’d be helping out and earning a little cash. It’ll get your mind off... everything.”

I wanted to say no. The idea of facing people, even strangers, made my stomach twist with anxiety. It would probably remind me of that evening when I got rejected by Alpha Kevin. But Brenda’s pleading look made me hesitate.

“Please, Amira,” she urged, her hand reaching across the pillow above me to give mine a gentle squeeze. “You need this.”

I sighed. Maybe she was right. Maybe stepping outside the walls I’d built around myself was what I needed to start healing. “Alright,” I said finally. “I’ll do it.”

Brenda’s face lit up with relief. “Thank you! I promise, it’ll be good for you.”

LATER THAT EVENING, I was standing in the Lorne Hotel's backstage area in a plain black dress with tightly bunched back hair. The catering crew was hustling around me, trays of appetizers and beverages being quickly and precisely made.

Brenda briefly summarized my responsibilities, and I tried to pay attention, but the uneasy buzzing in my chest persisted.

And while I was taking a tray of champagne flutes, I then walked into the ballroom to serve the guest. But as I glanced around the crowd, I couldn’t help but notice the golden vibe from the warm lighting of the chandeliers and gentle talk and clinking drinks filling the place. For some reason, I should have been feeling just fine, but somehow I couldn't get rid of the anxiety creeping up my sleeve.

And just then I saw him—Alpha Kevin. Of all places, why do I even have to see him here?

He was standing near the bar, talking to a group of men, his familiar silhouette sending a shock of panic through my veins. My breath hitched, and my heart raced as I quickly ducked behind a pillar, my back pressed against the cool marble. I couldn’t let him see me. Not like this. Not when I was still broken.

I fumbled for my phone, typing out a quick message to Brenda: I have to leave. I’m sorry.

“Amira, what’s wrong?” Brenda’s voice came through the earpiece.

“Kevin’s here,” I whispered, the panic clear in my voice. “I can’t—he can’t see me. I have to go.”

Before she could respond, I hung up and made a beeline for the exit, my head spinning with fear. But as I weaved through the crowd, I felt my throat go dry. Desperate for something to calm my nerves, I grabbed a drink off a passing tray and downed it in one gulp, not caring what it was. Big mistake.

Within minutes, my vision blurred, and the room seemed to sway. I tried to steady myself, but my legs wobbled beneath me, and my heart pounded in my chest. Something was wrong. The drink—it had been spiked. Panic surged through me as I stumbled toward the nearest door, desperate to escape before I lost all control.

But in my frantic state, I collided with someone—someone tall, broad, and undeniably strong. I gasped, looking up into a pair of strikingly handsome eyes. The man smirked, his grip steadying me as I swayed on my feet.

“Easy there,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “You look like you’ve had a bit too much.”

“I… I need help,” I mumbled, the words slurring as the effects of the drug took over. “You see, Alpha Kevin… he’s here. I need to get away from him.”

The man’s smirk widened, a playful glint in his eyes. “Alpha Kevin? Is that so? You need saving?”

I nodded, the desperation in my voice growing. “Please. I need to get out of here.”

The elevator doors slid closed, the gentle hum of the mechanism blotting out the sound of the outer world. Leaching into him, I felt his arm firmly around my waist, supporting me. My head was whirling, a concoction of the drink and something else—I was not sure what. Everything felt intensified. His body crushed into mine, heat emanating from him, my skin tingled beneath his touch.

"Where do you live?" His voice was low, smooth, slicing into my mental fog. Though I grabbed at his seemingly far-off, nearly meaningless inquiry since I needed anything to concentrate on.

"Lorne Apartel, in Morton Grove, which is just five blocks from here,” I slurred slightly.

Looking down at me, his eyes gleamed with laughter. He said, "That's not far at all," his fingers slightly tightening around my waist and sending waves of fire across me.

The elevator sounded, and I felt myself being led gently but firmly out into the hall. His hand was strong. The corridor opened out before us, dark and silent, and all I could concentrate on was the consistent beating of my heart and the way his presence seemed to soak into the surroundings.

He simply swiped the keycard to open his door when we got to it. Inside, the chamber was cold, the air faintly smelling of something clean and polished. I staggered in, my legs wobbly under me as I turned to meet him, my chest heaving with a thirst I couldn't explain.

I muttered, "I need you," the words coming out of my mouth before I had time to think. It was raw, needy, and totally reckless.

"Hmnn, I don't even know you. Would it be fair to know your name, poor damsel?"

The tease in his voice triggered something between my legs, and I willingly submit, "Amira. You call me Amira, Mr. Hero."

"Mr. Hero, huh?"

"Well, aren't you?"

"What if I wasn't the hero you envisioned? What if I am the villain?"

"Then would you rather sacrifice the world to save me like a typical villain would?"

He grins. "You're too obsessed with knights and shining armor that you have no idea where you're heading into, poor damsel."

He stopped momentarily, deepening his eyes to fix on mine. They were hungry, something deadly and irresistible, and I knew there was no turning back when he pulled distance between us.