Alpha's Virgin. Part 1

All I wanted for my eighteenth birthday was to find my mate, to have him sweep me off of my feet, and to have him mark me. But … instead … all I got was a lousy birthday party from my parents, a solo walk in the park, and the gossip from the pack sluts about their time with Alpha Axel this past week.

If I didn’t have to listen to them, I wouldn’t have. But they were at the fucking park on their nightly run in their skimpy little spandex and sports bras, running behind me through the forest. It was like they wanted me to hear about their escapades because everyone knew my secret—that I was a virgin. The only virgin in this pack, it seemed.

But I wanted my first time to be special. All through high school, I ignored urge after urge to have sex, to do anything sexual. So, as you would expect, I was a horny mess.

I hurried through the forest, deciding that I couldn’t handle hearing another word about Axel. My wolf hummed inside of me, aching to run off the property to find our mate instead of just sitting around in our bedroom all night.

Mom and Dad had helped me celebrate my birthday earlier with a big cake and about a million candles. But they had work tonight, so I had the house to myself. I tossed my backpack onto the couch and changed into something a bit more comfortable, wanting to just forget that it was my birthday because … nobody gave a fuck about it anyway.

I sat there in the complete dark, staring up at the ceiling. A vanilla candle crackled in the corner of the room, but all I could smell was the sweet scent of pine. My wolf purred. Pine. Who smelled like pine in our pack? Why was—

Mate.

Someone knocked on the front door. I hopped out of bed, my heart racing against my chest, and hurried toward the front door. Mate? My mate was here? Why was he here? Who was—

“Hey, Violet,” someone said as I pulled open the door. “I just wanted to come by and wish you a happy birth—”

Alpha Axel stood in the doorway. Tousled brown hair, shirt slung over his shoulder, sweat dripping down his neck from his daily run.

I swallowed hard, my eyes widening. “Alpha—”

He let out a low growl, stepped right into my house, and shut the door behind him. His muscles flexed, his canines emerging from under his lips. “Mate,” his wolf said. “Mate.” He stepped closer to me, the scent of pine becoming almost unbearable.

My wolf purred for him, wanting him to touch us. I pressed my hands to his chest, feeling the taut and swollen muscle. So many thoughts were running through my mind, but one was clear: The Moon Goddess really paired me with my crush of five years. I just didn’t know how I felt about it.

Axel curled his arms around me, drawing me closer to him. “Mine.”

My eyes grew wide. His scent … he smelled so damn good. We wanted him, and we wanted him now, but instead of pulling him closer, I pushed him away.

I pushed him away from me, my insecurities getting the best of me.

I wanted my first time to be special, special for both me and my mate … but Axel had slept with so many women before me. Would our time together be just another night to him? Would he even care about me in the morning when the pack sluts walked up to him during their warrior practice, curled their fingers into his chest, and asked him what he was doing later?

He was the alpha and had been with so many women.

Axel grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him, his nose in my hair, his fingers digging into my waist. I swallowed hard, pushed my knees together, then shoved him away again.

“I’m a virgin,” I said, unable to utter another word. My voice came out as a mere whisper.

I gazed down at my bare feet and wiggled my toes. Axel didn’t need me to tell him. He and everyone in this damn pack already knew that I was. I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling exposed. Yet Axel’s eyes didn’t leave mine.

He continued to stare at me like he stared at all those other women who weren’t his mate.

“You should go,” I said, pressing my lips together and staring at the ground. My heart pounded against my chest.

Leave, Alpha, just leave, so I can stop thinking about this innate urge I have to rip off your shorts and let you have me.

“Look at me when you speak, Violet.”

I swallowed hard and glanced up at him through my lashes.

He grasped my jaw in his rough, callous palm, and forced me to cock my head up and really look at him. His eyes were a golden brown. The moonlight flooded in through the window and bounced off his sculpted face.

“I don’t care if you’re a virgin.”

Something in me snapped, tears filling the brim of my eyes. All of the doubts and insecurities plagued my mind.

Every night, listening to the girls talk about him like they were his. It was like he went from woman to woman and didn’t care. What if I ended up being one of those women to him?

I slammed my hands into his chest, needing him to get away from me so I could think clearly. He stumbled back, caught off guard.

“This is probably what you tell all the girls before you take them to bed, isn’t it?”

He furrowed his brows, golden eyes lighting up. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

He stepped toward me, his fingers brushing against mine. Tingles ran up and down my arms, and my wolf purred for him.

“You’re mine, Violet. All mine.”

“Well …” I tugged my hands out of his and tried to clear my mind, but my wolf wouldn’t let me have it. All she was focused on was him. Those golden eyes. That sweet pine scent. His hands all over my body. “Well, I can’t please you the way that they can. You might as well find someone el—”

He grasped my face in his hands and pulled me toward him, crashing his lips hard against mine. The moment our lips touched, I couldn’t stop my wolf from curling her fingers into his chest, grabbing his shoulders, and tugging him closer.

She wanted to be engulfed in his scent—in our mate’s scent. She wanted to be claimed by him tonight, desired to be ravished by him.

We had waited years for this moment, had pushed away all the other guys who wanted to get with us just so this moment could be special. We had only hoped that it would’ve been special for him too.

After a few moments, he rested his forehead against mine. “It will be special to me,” he said, reading my mind through the mind-link . His minty breath felt hot on my lips. “Because it’s with you.”

Cheesy. Cheesy. Cheesy.

I thought that it was all fake, but … it didn’t feel fake. It felt real, as if he meant every single word he was saying. As if … he truly thought that our first time together would be special.

“Let me show you.” He picked me up right off the ground, carried me all the way up the stairs to my bedroom, and set me down on my bed. He pressed his lips against my collarbone, then down the center of my chest. His hands slipped under my sweatshirt. Slowly moving up the sides of my body, his fingers curled around my breasts.

I tensed, my breathing hitched. Besides Tommy in seventh grade, nobody had touched me there before. Hard fingers dug into my tender breasts. Heat warmed my core, and I squeezed my thighs together.

“Relax,” he said against my neck.

Though his breath was warm, I shivered. He unzipped my sweatshirt and tugged it off me, then kissed down my chest again, his lips finding the ends of my bra near my cleavage. He groped me through the thin material, drawing his fingers right against my nipple poking through it. My pussy clenched, and I tried to suppress a moan.

“Don’t hide your moans from me. I want to hear every one of them.” He said.