Alexa
I was standing in my office, still thinking about last night at the club. I hadn't gotten close to Rafael so we wouldn't attract attention. It was hard not to touch him, to kiss his plump lips. Keeping a secret relationship is hard. I rubbed my temple, just then there was a knock on my door. "Come in!" I called out. The door opened and my mother walked in. My eyes widened when I saw her here. "What are you doing here, mother?"
My mother ignores my question and takes a seat across from my desk. God knows her presence makes my office feel shitty than it already is, inside I'm boiling with more questions to ask her. "What are you doing here, mom?" It's the only thing I am able to ask. Perhaps, the only question keeping my emotions in check. "I need you to do me a favor, sweetie." She says with a smile I know isn't genuine.
"Why don't you want to marry Tristan, daughter? He's rich, he's an Alpha, and so are you," my mother said, crossing her legs over one another. I narrowed my eyes at her. "It won't happen, mother!" I snapped, seething with anger. "I said it once and I'll say it again! I won't marry Tristan!"
My mother's lips tightened into a thin line, her eyes flashing with annoyance. She wasn't used to me; her employees, her peers, everyone else toeded the line when she told them to, so my resistance to her wishes obviously shocked her. When she finally spoke, her voice, which had been calm and sweet, now was terse and commanding. "You will marry him, Alexa. You know your duty. You know our standing."
My mother's eyes bore into mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Her grip tightened on the armrest of her chair. "You will marry Tristan, Alexis. That's final" she demanded. The sound of my old long given name being used hit me cold and out right now. "Our alliance the convenience of this pair means that our family, our business, our entire empire will be secure." I leaned back in my chair.
The pressure in the room was palpable as my mother and I locked eyes. "Don't call me Alexis anymore, mother." I ground out through gritted teeth. "I'm Alexa, the very Alpha I allowed myself to become because of your caretaking built me into a role-models, not a pushover." "I never called you a pushover, my darling daughter, but you have to remember your duty to family and our august lineage." My mother retorts.
I stood up, not backing down from her demands, but also not backing down from her threat. I slowly walked around my desk, then rounded it to sit on it. I looked down at her, still standing a few strides away. I knew that my physical presence could be intimidating, and now was no different.
I'll have to confess to my mother about Raphael, maybe that's the only way she'll give up this stupid idea of marrying me to Tristan Bolton. "Mother..." I began. "I love someone else and he's an omega." My mother's eyes widened in shock and anger, perhaps. She stood up abruptly from her chair, her knuckles turning white. "What did you just say?" she asked in disbelief.
My mother, Isolde, looks at me like I have horns growing from my head. "You have indulged in one of your queers fantasies, Alexis, haven't you?" Her voice drips with disapproval. "You know how your father and I feel about those disgusting creatures that can't save themselves from being debased by their base instincts. I thought I raised you better than this. Disappointing and disgraceful!"
I stared at my mother, her words hanging in the air between us. The veins in my neck bulged as I clenched my fists. My computer screen faded into nothingness as my world narrowed down to this moment, this confrontation. The growl formed deep in my chest, and I felt the heat spreading across my body, my inner beast howling for release. "How dare you, Mother?" I spat. "Raphe is not just some debased person, not to me!"
I stepped forward, fists clenched. "His name is Rafael and he's intelligent, kind and perfect in every way" I seethed. My gaze never left my mother's. She needs to learn who I really am; the powerful, domineering, fierce Alpha, a real woman who won't be told what to do or who to be with. I'm going to be happy for the first time in my life.
My mother took a deep breath, her eyes wide with shock, as she took in the full implications of my words. I could see her trying to process the fact of my relationship with Raphael, trying to understand where this had come from, while having an equal realization in how strong my resolve is. She always saw me as someone who followed the family's ideals to a tee.
I walked back to my desk and sat down in my chair, looking at her with determination. "Go away, mother, and no matter how much you try to talk me out of it, I won't change my mind!" My mother flinched and clenched her jaw, growling. "We'll see about that, Alexa! I'll do everything I can to make sure you marry Tristan, not that omega!" she spat.
My mother stormed out of my office, the door slamming behind her. I sat there for a moment, staring at the closed door, my heart pounding in my chest. The truth was out, and there was no taking it back now. I took a deep breath and turned back to my computer, trying to focus on work. But my mind kept drifting back to Raphael, and the thought of being with him made it nearly impossible to concentrate.
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I was in my penthouse, it was late at night and I was still feeling the remnants of my fight with my mother. I grabbed some leftover food from yesterday and suddenly my doorbell rang. I left my plate on the coffee table and went to open it. When I did, I saw Rafael with a bottle of wine and pizza. "Hello alpha" he greeted me with his warm smile. I bit my lip at the sight of him. Dressed in an unbuttoned shirt and black jeans. "Are you going to let me in or are you going to stare at me?"
"I'm letting you in" I heard myself say after a moment. I stepped aside and let him into my penthouse, closing the door behind him. I took the bottle of wine from him and walked ahead of him, drawn toward him by the soft heat that pulsed from him. The air around him was thick with his scent. I could sense his arousal, mingling with my own. All my nerve endings were coming alive at once, making my heart race.
The intimacy of the moment was lost as I stepped away from him to put the bottle of wine on the kitchen counter, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the anticipation building between us, the electricity in the air. I turned to him. "Come on, let's eat in the dining room. We aren't animals who eat with our fingers over a coffee table" . I said jokingly with a sly smile.
He followed me with his deep brown eyes and gave a small laugh. He placed the pizza box on the coffee table and followed my lead. We sat in silence, sipping wine and munching on pizza bites, trying not to make eye contact although, it was quite hard not staring at him directly in the eyes.
"Rafael... today my mom came to the office and we had a fight," I began, breaking the silence between us. "I told her about us and she got really angry." Rafael stopped mid-bite and looked at me, raising one eyebrow. "So now she knows about our relationship too?" he asked, waiting for my answer.
I nodded slowly, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Yes, she knows, and she's determined to make sure I marry Tristan." I saw a flicker of anger in Raphael's eyes, and I quickly added, "But I told her that I won't marry him, no matter what. I love you, and I won't give you up." I reached out my hand to him. Raphael placed his half eaten pizza down and held my hand as his jaw locked.
His grip tightened slightly, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. "I love you too, Alexa. More than you'll ever know." He smiled softly, the gesture drawing me in. I couldn't help but lean across the table to press my lips to his. Longing flowing through my body, I felt the little shocks of electricity when I touched him was like returning home after a long journey.
I pulled away gently, my breath still caught in my throat. "Come with me" I whispered, leading him to the spice interior of my penthouse. I took him straight to the living room. He cleared his throat, breaking the tension between us. "Alexa..." He started to say something but stopped when the city and its seemingly endless lights became visible from my floor-to-ceiling windows.
I stepped close to him and since I was 5'11" and he was short, I leaned over and pressed my forehead against his. "No one will take you away from me, little one," I said in a possessive tone. Without waiting for an answer, I picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. "Alexa..." I interrupted him by placing a finger on his lips. "Shh, little one."