Fated to the Alpha's Touch

PROLOGUE

Lucas kissed my neck, his hand was passionately caressing my thigh, while his other hand lifted the hem of my sexy nightwear, causing me to almost run out of breath. His wet and sensuous lips were leaving my delicate skin love bites!

I wrapped my arms around his nape as I savored the feeling of his every touch. A hot encounter with him always brought me delightful pleasures.

A soft moan escaped my lips, murmuring his name.

“Oh, Sandra… I want you so damn much!” he whispered to my ear, almost sounding desperately as if he was running out of air!

I felt even more lustful when he began to nibble my earlobe with soft bites! The sensation was making me lose my sane mind!

I closed my eyes violently and inhaled deeply. He was driving me crazy, and I felt drowned by my desires for him!

“I want you, too, Lucas! There's only you in my life, and nobody can ever replace you in my life…”

My palms ran softly to his chest and down to his abdomen until I felt his abs against my skin. Oh damn! It was turning me on even more!

His topless body seemed like a perfect sculpture on top of me. I was under his muscular build, wearing only a thin, daring, red silk nightwear, while I was enjoying the pleasure he was sending all over my body with his every stroke and kiss!

My silly hands wandered around his muscled body, and as soon as I held his butt, I pulled him down on me and gasped as his member fell on the sensitive part in between my legs, and he was getting harder and more aroused! I encircled my legs around his waist to make the sensation more intense and wild!

He groaned loudly as he lost all control.

Our bodies rubbed against each other in rough ways, ensuring our desires were satisfied!

He cupped my breast and then his tongue licked my neck down to my cleavage, which once again made me moan in pure pleasure!

Since I shoved his member hard, he buried himself deeper on me, and s**t, it felt so damn good!

“Ahhh!”

We were both heavily catching our breaths as we rubbed the stuff in between our legs deep, rough, and fast! In a nutshell, he was giving me a mind-blowing dry humping!

As his lips found mine, I kissed him with the same intensity, passion, and hunger.

While I lured him deeper into me, one of my hands was holding his neck, and the other one was on his bare back, having my fingernails dig against his skin! And he didn't seem to mind at all. He didn't even complain that it was making him uncomfortable or in pain that I dug my nails into his exposed back! In fact, he seemed to like the feeling of it!

We both groaned until I felt an explosion in between my legs, and my body rocked! He, on the other hand, as he reached his climax, screamed my name and collapsed on top of me as if he had been on a race track, and I completely lost count of how many times I felt the explosion with him! My legs were shaking in bliss!

Feeling so heavy, there was a gush of sweat on my forehead and neck as soon as I woke up from my long, restless sleep, and the usual nightmares I had been getting since then.

Yes, it was only a dream—a wet one. I was dreaming of what I used to have…

I sat on the edge of the bed while I massaged my temple. Looking around, I realized I hadn't gone home yet. I was still at the school’s premises, particularly at the library.

I was reviewing for the upcoming examination in the next few days, and I hadn't realized how tired and sleepy I was. So when I closed my eyes to take a little break and supposedly nap, I instead fell into a deep sleep, leading me to have those kinds of dreams again…

Looking around, I saw that everybody had left already, and I was the only one who remained inside. I stood up, walked to the window, and gently pulled the curtain to the side to glance at the view outside. As usual, it was already dark. I looked at my wristwatch and saw it was past seven in the evening.

I returned to my seat, then held my forehead in frustration. I sighed…

Lucas… I have dreamed of Lucas again…

He was my first love. We used to be so in love and intimate with each other until one day, he left me forever. He was gone.

At that time, we were already planning our marriage, but a week before the big day, he was taken away from me for the rest of my life. If only I had the power to turn back time, I would've undone the past that took away the life of the only man I loved so deeply. Maybe then, until now, we were still together, happy, and I was not suffering from this misery.

“Sweating in your sleep even if the library’s air-conditioned, huh? Having a nightmare or simply a wet dream?”

I turned to look at the man who owned that baritone with his sarcastic remark.

There I saw him… Paul…

“P-Paul, what are you doing here?” I stuttered. “Have you been standing there for a while now?”

Damn. I felt like I was a fool for asking him such a question!

And why would I need to be nervous and anxious around him?! I should actually get mad because he seemed to have been watching me without me knowing it! And that was an invasion of privacy!

“You were watching me the whole time, weren't you?!” I asked again, but this time, my voice rose and my tone was fierce.

He raised a brow. “What if I tell you that I did? What will you do?”

What would I do? I honestly didn't know…

I couldn't help but gasp and fill my lungs with air. I hated that he was so arrogant, very opposite of Lucas, yet looked much like the latter!

Yeah. Paul looked so much like my first love, Lucas. In fact, when I first saw Paul six years after I lost Lucas in a tragedy, I thought Lucas came back to life, and I really thought that Paul was him. Only then, when Paul started to treat me like a s**t, did I realize that they might be looking alike, but they were completely different men. Lucas, who had always been soft and gentle with me, would in no way be this arrogant s**t!

I let out a sigh. Fine. No matter how I hated him, I must admit that he was drop-dead gorgeous. He had a natural oozing s*x appeal. Physically speaking, he was almost close to perfection. But if I include the attitude, I could just roll my eyes and say nevermind!

At the moment, Paul wore a white polo, paired with jeans and shoes. He stood tall and proud, his hands put inside the pockets of his jeans, and his legs crossed. His head lazily tilted to the side. He was a combination of hot and cold! Not to mention, he had a signature smirk of mockery whenever he was around me, as if he hated my presence just the way I hated him near me!

My heart began racing when he cut our distance and stopped in front of me. He was so close that I didn't realize I was holding my breath! What surprised me more was when he wiped the sweat off my neck using his handkerchief.

“Did you dream about him again?” He asked me in a low and deep voice.

I wanted to drown in him, yet my sane mind kept telling me that I should keep my distance from him at all costs!

I angrily shooed his hand away, causing his handkerchief to fall.

“What do you care about what I dreamed about?! You're not even that person, so don't worry!”

I regretted the day that, when I went back to school, I mindlessly thought that I saw Lucas when I saw Paul. It was so dumb of me to believe, even for a second, that they were the same person! In fact, there were days that I started following Paul around because I got intrigued by the sight of him and how much he resembled my first love. The good thing was I was able to immediately see the difference between them when Paul began to be a poop around me, and there, I was back to my senses that maybe, it was only a coincidence that they looked alike, but there was no way in hell that Paul would be Lucas! Lucas had always been better in so many ways!

Honestly speaking, I isolated myself for so long after I lost Lucas. I felt as if the world sank with me when he died. Nobody could ever be compared to him. He was one of a kind. Even if Paul looked like him, the good and admirable qualities of Lucas would never be compared.

Anyway, it could happen to some people at some time, couldn’t it? It was not uncommon for one to have a look-alike, as if a doppelganger or a twin brother or sister, so I should not even be surprised or make a big deal about it. I should not insist that Paul was Lucas, and vice versa, because that would be complete nonsense. They were two different men with two distinct personalities. The only sad thing was that I lost the precious one, and all I could do was to miss him every single day of my life.

Lucas, in my eyes, was the perfect man in all aspects of being perfect. He was every girl’s dream boyfriend, and I was so damn lucky that I had him. That, even for a little while before a tragedy took him away, he became my fiancé, and my days with him were the happiest days of my life. Paul, on the contrary, was the total opposite. He was arrogant, a bad boy, and so full of himself! Indeed, he was famous at school, and women were thirsty for his attention, but I didn't care. I would not be one of them as I only had Lucas in my heart, no matter how many years had passed since he left.

I shook my head and walked past Paul. However, he was quick to grab my arm, and what made my eyes go wide in shock was when he aggressively held my waist and pulled me closer to his body!

I violently inhaled and pushed him away, but of course, he was way stronger than I!

“Let me go, Paul!!!” I hissed at him.

I threw him deadly glares, but he didn't seem to mind. He just stared straight into my eyes.

“Let me—” I couldn't finish when I realized that the more I tried to fight him, the tighter his arms wrapped around me!

Damn him to the core!

He drew his lips close to mine. His eyes were deep and intense, as if he were scrutinizing me to the depths of my soul. And I hated how my body naturally reacted to his actions! Because it contradicted my sane mind! My sanity was telling me this was so wrong on so many levels, but my body secretly liked his intimate proximity!

I couldn't move. It was as if my whole body was freezing. My knees were melting under his magnetic spell!

My eyes automatically closed as soon as I felt him kissing me…

Damn, my body was so betraying me!

The kiss went from gentle to being hungrier and rougher. I didn't even know what kind of insanity ruled me, but I just found myself submitting and giving in to him to the point that I snaked my arms around his nape and pulled him deeper so I could grant him more access to me. His hand caressed my back while his kisses went down to my neck. I could just hug him because I wanted more. I was enthralled to feel him filling me completely…

“I can prove to you that I am a better lover than him…” he whispered.

I felt like a cold water had been splashed in my face, so all the heat I felt had disappeared! It was replaced with outrage!

I pushed him to my very best effort, and this time, I succeeded in making him stop!

“How dare you insult me and insult Lucas?!” I shouted in his face.

He looked at me madly. “Admit it or deny it, Sandra, you gave in to me! You wanted me, too! Your body desired me as much as I desired you!”

I shook my head. I would never admit it! I should not! It was not just right! “No way!”

“Deny it all you want, but how your body reacted to my caress is a clear indication that you're into me—”

I cut him off by slapping him hard. And I immediately regretted what I did. It was, yes, satisfying to cut him off and teach him his lesson to shut the f**k up, but at the same time, I wanted to quickly regret it because I felt like I just aggravated the situation. He was so ragingly mad by now. His eyes were like a predator ready to attack prey into the latter's doom!

Oh my goodness!

Before he could grab my arm, I had already run away from him.

“Don't come near me, Paul!” I yelled with a shaking voice.

My feet were shaking. I was so afraid Paul would hurt me once he caught me!

I initially thought of running to the door to get outside, but I knew that even outside, he would not stop chasing me until he got me caught, so I stopped at the big window, opened it, and stepped my right foot outside of it.

“Sandra, what the f**k are you doing?!” he shouted. Horror could be seen on his face, afraid that I might jump out of the window, given that we were, at the moment, on a high floor of a school’s high-rise building!

“I'm warning you, Paul! Don't come near me if you don't want me to kill myself right here by jumping off this window!” I warned him. My voice was shaking in fear.

I was fearful I had to jump off a high window, or if he would get me, only he knew what he could do to me because I slapped him!

“Sandra, I'm warning you, don't do that! You will hurt yourself big time if you jump!” he warned me back, but he sounded more persuasive and scared now than angry.

Scared? Of what? Was he scared that I would really jump and hurt myself? But why would he?

Was that fright I was seeing in his eyes?

Could he possibly fear that something bad might happen to me? But for what? Was he that concerned about me? I always thought he didn't give a damn on me!

Or was he just acting? Maybe because he thought he would be accountable for anything that would happen to me if I jumped. Yeah, it might just be like that. I shouldn't dig deeper into it, nor give it a deep meaning. He was only concerned about himself.

“What will you do if I jump, huh? Are you afraid you might be held accountable and be blamed by everyone if you can't prevent me from jumping?” I asked bitterly, challenging him.

“Damn! This is not even about me!” He shouted frustratedly. “Sandra, it's your life that will be at stake if you jump! And I don't want anything to happen to you! Do you even hear me?!”

“You don't want anything to happen to me? But why?”

He couldn't look me straight in the eyes. It was as if he wanted to tell me something, and yet he just couldn't find the right words to say them…

He shook his head, and once again, persuaded me not to do anything that could put my life in danger. “Please, I'm begging you, Sandra… Step back from the window now… Please…”

I stared at him. Why did he seem to be desperately begging me not to jump? I was thinking all this time that he really didn't care whether I died or not in front of him. But now, he seemed to care, and not even for himself nor accountability or to be blamed if anything happened to me, it looked like he really was sincerely concerned about me…

Or was he only a good actor and pretender?

“Come on, Sandra…” Gradually, he took careful steps to get closer to me while offering me his hand, and he was very cautious not to do anything to scare me because one wrong move and he would have to witness me fall into my doom!

“Stop!” I shouted, almost teary-eyed, which made him literally stop, even though he hadn't reached me yet. “Stop right there, or else, I will not hesitate to jump! I am not kidding, Paul!”

“Alright!” He nodded understanding while his hands were up in the air, a sign of giving up, and like he would not do anything that would scare the heck out of me. “Alright. Just please stay away from the window now, Sandra…”

“Are you trying to save and prevent me from jumping because you want to beat me up by yourself, huh?!” I questioned him. I couldn't help but get emotional because of my anxiety.

“Beat you up?” He frowned. “What the heck?! Why would I do that?! I have never beaten any woman in my life, Sandra, and I will never do that!”

I did not want to trust him easily, but right after hearing what he said, I felt a surge of relief in my heart. “Really? Won't you hurt me?”

“For f**k’s sake, where did you even get the idea that I would hurt you and beat you up?!”

“It's because I slapped you! So, I was thinking you were going to make me pay by hurting me back!”

“I chased you when you ran because I wanted to confront you for slapping me and was supposed to tell you not to do it again, but never in my mind did I ever think of beating you up just because you slapped me!”

“Is that true…?” My heart believed in him, and I didn't know why. It was as if my heart knew he was telling the truth, that he could not hurt and beat a woman, let alone me.

When I was already about to step back from the window, I accidentally slipped the handle out of my hand, causing my feet to trip and my body to fall from the high building! And it made me scream at the top of my lungs! “Ahhhhh!!!”

“Sandra!!!!!” I heard Paul’s horrified voice shouting for my rescue.

I closed my eyes and prepared myself to die. Perhaps, this was the end. Maybe my life was bound to end this way, and all I could do was accept it. What I just wanted to do next was to see and meet Lucas again in the afterlife. I couldn't wait to see him and be with him again…

I thought I was dying, but instead of feeling my body fall and break into the ground, I actually felt firm arms wrap all over me, catching and saving me from that accidental fall!

Slowly, I opened my eyes, and there I saw Paul holding me. He was kneeling with one knee to the ground while his arms held me like a precious diamond he never wanted to break. It seemed like he used all his might to keep me from the friction of high-falling.

Nobody was speaking. We only stared at each other's eyes while hearing our hearts beating so fast.

I frowned when I was so sure that I saw a flash of crimson in his eyes before they returned to their usual brown color. This was just another dream, wasn't it?

Subconsciously, I looked at the hands holding my arms tightly, and for a second, I wondered if I was experiencing a nightmare or just hallucinating because I knew I saw it! I just caught sight of his hands’ unusual long fingers, long nails, and thick hair as if they weren't like the hands of a normal human being. But in a single blink of my eyes, the form of his hands reverted to normal!

His expression was intense—there was anger, but his fear dominated like he had never been this scared before.

He helped me stand up, fixed myself, and then let go of me.

Confusion from the things that I just witnessed came gushing through me…

“Your eyes, I was sure I saw them color red… And your hands looked unusual, like the hands of a beast and not a human! I couldn't be wrong, Paul!” I said, voice full of accusation.

He couldn't look into my eyes, as if he were avoiding being confronted about these things!

On top of all my confusion was the fact that he was able to save me from falling into a high building while he remained unscathed! I meant I was grateful he did save me and I wasn't wishing him the worst, but how did he prevent himself from hurting or even having a single wound after jumping off to save me? It was like he did it effortlessly, and no usual human being could do such a heroic act without hurting himself along the way!

“H-how did you do that, Paul? How come you remained unscathed even after jumping off a high building to save me? How come you were so strong?!”