Alpha Andrew's Human Mate

Chapter 1

MARTHA'S POV

The rain fell heavily on Friday evening when I set off for my father’s house after closing from my job as a waitress at a luxury five-star restaurant in the city.

As I stepped out of the restaurant, I hailed a taxi and went home.

Upon arriving, I met my stepmother Sandra in the living room. She wore a dazzling blue dress and frowned upon seeing me return early.

Thunder struck just as I shut the door behind me, drenched from the downpour.

It was 8 o’clock. I greeted my stepmother, “Good evening, Mom.”

“Martha, why are you home so early?” Sandra asked, rising to her feet.

Looking at her frown, I said, “What sort of question is that? This is my father’s house, and I can return whenever I like.”

“Oh, sure,” Sandra replied with a smile and sat back down. I knew she disliked me and had only pretended to marry into our family. After she married my father, she treated me poorly up until his death two years ago.

I had to live with Sandra because my father’s will stated he left the entire house to me, while Sandra and her daughter Elena stole the company.

Ignoring my stepmother, I rushed upstairs to change out of my wet clothes. But as I neared my room, intense groaning and moaning froze me in place.

“Ah, Mark! Fụck!” I heard Elena’s voice crying out as the man rode her to ecstasy.

My fists clenched at how Elena was moaning like a lunatic. Couldn’t she take her boyfriend to a hotel?

Why bring him here to our father’s house? Couldn’t she have a little respect for our late father?

I wanted to ignore Elena. I am four years older than her—I am 24, and she is 20.

But then I heard Elena cry out again, “Fụck me, Mark!”

I froze.

Who was Mark?

Was he my fiancé, Mark Elliott?

I tried to ignore them, thinking there are many men named Mark, so there was no way Mark Elliott would be with my shameless sister. But then I heard Elena say, “Mark, do you enjoy having s*x with Martha like you do with me?”

“Fụck it, Elena. Martha has a dry pụssy and I don’t enjoy anything. She is too skinny and lacks the plump boobs and soft áss like you.”

“What?” My fist clenched as I spun to face Elena’s door, listening to her comments.

“Awn… I’m glad I'm different. What about your engagement to Martha? Aren’t you going to call it off? You can’t marry her over me,” Elena purred as Mark drove into her.

The sounds of his moans echoed in the corridor, along with the wet, squelching noise from her pụssy.

“Don’t worry. I’m only marrying Martha to take over your father’s company. Don’t forget your mother said your father left everything in Martha’s name, if not for the fact she deceived Martha into thinking he only left her the house.”

“What?” I gasped, blood draining from my face as I heard their discussion.

I couldn’t bring myself to open the door and face them.

Elena’s door was slightly open, and I spun around to leave the house, only to see my stepmother standing in the corridor with a pestle in her hands.

“Martha, your time is up. You can’t take everything away from my daughter and me,” Sandra said, raising the pestle to smash it onto me, but I dodged her attack and pushed her to the ground.

“Ahhh!” Sandra gasped as she landed on her butt.

After hearing that Sandra had changed my father’s will to suit her preference, I jumped on her and smacked her face repeatedly.

“Martha, how dare you?” Sandra shrieked, and Elena’s door flung open.

Elena and Mark shamelessly darted out of her room nàked, looking stunned to see Sandra on the ground after I had smacked her ten times for changing my father’s will.

Who knows if Sandra had a hand in my father’s mysterious death two years ago.

“Martha, how dare you lay your filthy hands on my mother?” Elena growled at me, but I glared back in disgust.

“You shameless slut. Riding my ex, and you think you’ll be better than me or get my inheritance? Only in your dreams.” I spun around and left the house, knowing I couldn’t stay there with them.

Before I left the corridor, Mark called out, “Martha, you can’t leave this city. Our marriage has already been scheduled, and whether you like it or not, you will marry me!”

“Only in your dreams. I will never marry an ásshole and a cheap dog like you!” I cursed at Mark before leaving the corridor.

Tears flooded down my cheeks as I made my way out of the duplex my father owned. This house used to be peaceful until my dad married that evil witch.

Clenching my fist, I hurried out, leaving everything behind. I will be back for them. I made my way to the road to get a cab.

The rain poured down heavily as I found a taxi.

“To Dennis Hotel,” I said. It was getting late, and I had nowhere to go. My relatives lost interest in me after my mother’s death.

They blame me for it, saying they wished I had died in her place instead of her having me. She died during labor.

Wiping the sobs from my cheek, I looked out of the window.

The money I had could barely sustain me.

When the taxi arrived at the hotel, I got out, paid the driver, and went inside.

Dennis Hotel was a popular brothel in town, and I wanted to spend the night there to cheat on Mark and forget the cruel words he said about me.

When I entered the lobby, the receptionist peered at me and frowned.

“Hey, miss. What are you doing here all soaked?” she asked. I drew a deep breath.

“I want a night with any available man. How much will I be paid?”

“Haha!” The two receptionists laughed at my broken state.

“You’re too skinny to attract any client. Go out and look for another hotel or brothel to satisfy your fantasy,” they dismissed me, but I was determined to show them I don’t give up easily.

If I don’t get the money to have my stepmother arrested, I will be the one who loses.

“I am serious, and I am not leaving this brothel. Please,” I said, stripping off the wet blue dress I had worn to work that morning.

“Hey! What are you doing?” the receptionist growled, walking out from behind her desk.

“Let her be!” A deep voice startled me, and I turned to see who it was.

It was a group of five men in black who had walked into the hotel lobby. The one who spoke had golden-colored eyes that sent chills down my spine.

I had never seen a human with eyes like that before.

“Welcome, sir. We were just trying to keep our hotel environment conducive. What would you like?” asked the female receptionist in white top and black skirt who had tried to chase me out. She spoke to the tall, formidable man who had walked in to meet us.