Page 109 of Alpha's Forbidden Fate

Her mouth opens, but before she can say anything, she spots Annie, Selene’s roommate, standing there too.

Great! Who else is coming to join the party?

She shoots Annie a look, then turns back to me, all serious-like.

I clench my teeth, feeling Selene tense beside me. This is not how I wanted my parents to meet her. Not like this.

“I can’t right now,” I mutter, barely able to get the words out.

Mom’s eyes flick to the comforter, then back to Annie. “Annie, honey, could you give us a moment? We’ll talk in the living room.”

Annie nods, her eyes wide, like she’s watching a soap opera unfold right in front of her. She scurries out, my mother quickly following her.

My father is left behind, his heavy breathing filling the room. The place must smell of sex.

Why the hell are they here?

Dad’s gaze drills into me, making me squirm. “How much time do you need, son?” he asks, his tone clipped.

My knot is still lodged in her, and I need some time before I will be able to pull out of Selene.

I glance at her, feeling my cheeks burn. “Uh, maybe about thirty minutes?” I mumble, wishing I could disappear.

Dad nods, his expression unreadable. “Alright. We’ll wait,” he says, then locks the door behind him.

I turn to Selene, who looks like she’s about to bolt. “I’m sorry about them,” I say, reaching out to touch her arm.

She flinches, trying and failing to pull away from the knot, and I curse under my breath.

“They’ll kill me. You know they’ll kill me.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” I murmur, trying to soothe her. “They won’t hurt you.”

She looks at me, fear shining in her eyes. “What the hell are we gonna do?” she whispers, her voice trembling.

I stroke her hair, trying to calm her down. “We’ll figure it out, okay? Just relax,” I say, my own heart pounding in my chest.

She’s still tense, but she leans into my touch, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

We’ll get through this together, somehow.

I just need to figure out how!

Maybe it’s the anxiety of my parents barging in, or maybe it’s the fear of what this means, but the knot goes down faster than we expect. In fifteen minutes, I spill on her thighs, and a moment that we should relish is now just clouded in shame. I walk into her small shower, where I clean up and get a warm towel to clean her up. Then, I help her dress. She hasn’t spoken in the last fifteen minutes, and it’s scaring me.

When I get dressed, I run a hand through her messy black hair. Even her makeup is smudged. I take her hand, feeling it shake. “Come on,” I say softly, trying to reassure her. “I won’t let anyone harm you. If we just talk to my parents, they’ll understand.”

But Selene pulls away slightly, her eyes filled with doubt. “Then why didn’t you tell them about us before now?” she asks, her voice trembling.

I freeze, realizing I don’t have a good answer for her. Why didn’t I tell them? Why did I keep this secret from my own family? I have no excuse, and it weighs heavily on me as I lead her out of her bedroom.

As we walk back into the living room, the tension in the air is palpable. My parents are sitting on the couch, waiting for us. They both look at us expectantly, but there’s a hint of concern in my mother’s eyes.

“Sit down,” my father says, gesturing to the empty chairs opposite them. Selene hesitates for a moment before reluctantly taking a seat. I sit beside her, feeling the severity of this moment bearing down on us.

Annie comes in, holding a teapot, her hands shaking like leaves in a storm. We all sip on peppermint tea in silence, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

Then, Mom speaks up. “We need to head home to talk.”

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