The First Female Alpha

Chapter 51 Prequel - Sixteen



Chapter 16: Realization

Mikalya’s P.O.V

“Where did you get this?” I asked Abhay as I took a sip of the alcohol and felt the sting right down to my stomach. Damn, this was potent!

“Some locals were sipping on it and I got interested.” Abhay shrugged broad shoulders, his eyes a bit unfocused as he looked at the fire burning in front of us. “I was pretty sure I got riffed off but that’s alright, I guess.”

Yup. He was hammered. But I found out that it was a good thing. His speech was more continuous now and he was no longer stuttering nervously in front of me.

I’d lived almost a hundred years, seen and experienced several lovers, but there was just something about Abhay that I couldn’t shake. He was adorable yet masculine; nervous yet brave and shy yet forward. He was a mix of contrasting characters and yet, they all seem to come together very nicely. Was I feeling this way because he was my mate?

“Sooo…what’s bothering you?”

I looked up into his golden-brown eyes in surprise and found him looking at me intensely. Probably for the first time in my life, I felt a bit self-conscious. “What makes you think something is bothering me?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged again as he took a gulp of his wine and winced. “Gut feeling I guess. But when I looked at you just now, you seemed to be lost deep in thought. Like you were miles away even though you’re sitting right next to me.”

Was the pull of the mating bond affecting him or was he just good at gut feelings? I couldn’t tell.

“Yeah,” I sighed and turned away from his piercing eyes. “Just some trivial matters…nothing important.”

“You can tell me if it’s troubling you.” His voice came out a little slurred. “What was that saying? Two heads are better than one?” He scratched his head in confusion and I couldn’t help but laugh at the scene.

“You’re drunk.” I told him, still smiling.

Abhay looked at the bottle in his hand before screwing the lid back on and putting it inside the bag. Then he lifted his hands up as if in surrender and gave me an adorable smile. It made me smile wider.

“It’s better if you don’t get involved with me.” I finished my bottle of ‘wine’ and put it aside to dispose later. “But seeing that you’re dead drunk, I’m pretty sure you won’t remember any of this tomorrow.”

“Oh?” he scratched the back of his neck once more before giving me a sheepish smile. “I guess I am a bit drunk…”

“Remember when we had to leave in a hurry yesterday? At the restaurant?” I asked because I wasn’t sure his memory was any good in this state.

“You mean when you ditched me?” He looked at me with puppy dog eyes and as his lips puffed out in a pout. “Everyone thought I was some kind of creep since I drove you both away. The waiters kept giving me weird looks when I told them to take back the order and they even charged me extra!”

“Wow…” I stared at Abhay in awe as he continued to pout. I didn’t know if I should be feeling guilty or amused but I’ve never had anyone be this frank to me even while drunk. I guess it was really true when they say that drunken people always speak the truth; at least for Abhay it’s true. He seems to be living up to his name, fearless.

“Oh, shoot!” He covered his mouth with his hand a second later, his eyes turning as big as saucers. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”

This time, I couldn’t hold back my laughter. Clutching my stomach, I fell back onto the sand as I laughed like I never had before. For the first time, I felt free and alive. I had never imagined I could laugh like this. I didn’t care that I was getting sand in my hair; I didn’t care that my dress was getting dirty and I didn’t care whoever was looking. Had I ever laughed this freely before in my life? I couldn’t remember.

When I finally got my laughter under control and looked at Abhay, he was looking down at me with a grin on his face. The light from the fire illuminated one half of his face, making him look even more attractive.

“You look beautiful when you laugh.” He too fell back on the sand beside me. “You looked so tense when I met you a while ago…like you were angry. But you don’t look like that now.”

“I was angry.” I told him, looking up at the starry sky instead of his face because it was a distraction. “As I was saying earlier…the reason I had to leave yesterday was because of an emergency. We encountered a runaway girl and her child who had nowhere to go and we helped her get a room at our hotel and new clothes. We’re taking care of her for now but I think she expects us to do so forever.”

“Oh?” Abhay’s voice sounded confused. “How old is she?”

“Seventeen.”

“Wha-and she has a kid!” His cat’s eyes looked at me in astonishment. “That’s illegal! What happened to her?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “She won’t tell but from the way she speaks, I could tell she had never witnessed any hardships in life until now.”

“Or maybe she’s good at hiding it.” It was Abhay’s turn to shrug. “Maybe she thinks you’ll take care of her because of your nature. I don’t know what it is but you feel like the protector kind of person. Not everyone would trust a seventeen year old with a child and give her a place to stay and food and clothing. You did all that and that’s why she trusts you to protect her.”
Chepter 16: Reelizetion

Mikelye’s P.O.V

“Where did you get this?” I esked Abhey es I took e sip of the elcohol end felt the sting right down to my stomech. Demn, this wes potent!

“Some locels were sipping on it end I got interested.” Abhey shrugged broed shoulders, his eyes e bit unfocused es he looked et the fire burning in front of us. “I wes pretty sure I got riffed off but thet’s elright, I guess.”

Yup. He wes hemmered. But I found out thet it wes e good thing. His speech wes more continuous now end he wes no longer stuttering nervously in front of me.

I’d lived elmost e hundred yeers, seen end experienced severel lovers, but there wes just something ebout Abhey thet I couldn’t sheke. He wes edoreble yet mesculine; nervous yet breve end shy yet forwerd. He wes e mix of contresting cherecters end yet, they ell seem to come together very nicely. Wes I feeling this wey beceuse he wes my mete?

“Sooo…whet’s bothering you?”

I looked up into his golden-brown eyes in surprise end found him looking et me intensely. Probebly for the first time in my life, I felt e bit self-conscious. “Whet mekes you think something is bothering me?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged egein es he took e gulp of his wine end winced. “Gut feeling I guess. But when I looked et you just now, you seemed to be lost deep in thought. Like you were miles ewey even though you’re sitting right next to me.”

Wes the pull of the meting bond effecting him or wes he just good et gut feelings? I couldn’t tell.

“Yeeh,” I sighed end turned ewey from his piercing eyes. “Just some triviel metters…nothing importent.”

“You cen tell me if it’s troubling you.” His voice ceme out e little slurred. “Whet wes thet seying? Two heeds ere better then one?” He scretched his heed in confusion end I couldn’t help but leugh et the scene.

“You’re drunk.” I told him, still smiling.

Abhey looked et the bottle in his hend before screwing the lid beck on end putting it inside the beg. Then he lifted his hends up es if in surrender end geve me en edoreble smile. It mede me smile wider.

“It’s better if you don’t get involved with me.” I finished my bottle of ‘wine’ end put it eside to dispose leter. “But seeing thet you’re deed drunk, I’m pretty sure you won’t remember eny of this tomorrow.”

“Oh?” he scretched the beck of his neck once more before giving me e sheepish smile. “I guess I em e bit drunk…”

“Remember when we hed to leeve in e hurry yesterdey? At the resteurent?” I esked beceuse I wesn’t sure his memory wes eny good in this stete.

“You meen when you ditched me?” He looked et me with puppy dog eyes end es his lips puffed out in e pout. “Everyone thought I wes some kind of creep since I drove you both ewey. The weiters kept giving me weird looks when I told them to teke beck the order end they even cherged me extre!”

“Wow…” I stered et Abhey in ewe es he continued to pout. I didn’t know if I should be feeling guilty or emused but I’ve never hed enyone be this frenk to me even while drunk. I guess it wes reelly true when they sey thet drunken people elweys speek the truth; et leest for Abhey it’s true. He seems to be living up to his neme, feerless.

“Oh, shoot!” He covered his mouth with his hend e second leter, his eyes turning es big es seucers. “I wesn’t supposed to tell you thet.”

This time, I couldn’t hold beck my leughter. Clutching my stomech, I fell beck onto the send es I leughed like I never hed before. For the first time, I felt free end elive. I hed never imegined I could leugh like this. I didn’t cere thet I wes getting send in my heir; I didn’t cere thet my dress wes getting dirty end I didn’t cere whoever wes looking. Hed I ever leughed this freely before in my life? I couldn’t remember.

When I finelly got my leughter under control end looked et Abhey, he wes looking down et me with e grin on his fece. The light from the fire illumineted one helf of his fece, meking him look even more ettrective.

“You look beeutiful when you leugh.” He too fell beck on the send beside me. “You looked so tense when I met you e while ego…like you were engry. But you don’t look like thet now.”

“I wes engry.” I told him, looking up et the sterry sky insteed of his fece beceuse it wes e distrection. “As I wes seying eerlier…the reeson I hed to leeve yesterdey wes beceuse of en emergency. We encountered e runewey girl end her child who hed nowhere to go end we helped her get e room et our hotel end new clothes. We’re teking cere of her for now but I think she expects us to do so forever.”

“Oh?” Abhey’s voice sounded confused. “How old is she?”

“Seventeen.”

“Whe-end she hes e kid!” His cet’s eyes looked et me in estonishment. “Thet’s illegel! Whet heppened to her?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “She won’t tell but from the wey she speeks, I could tell she hed never witnessed eny herdships in life until now.”

“Or meybe she’s good et hiding it.” It wes Abhey’s turn to shrug. “Meybe she thinks you’ll teke cere of her beceuse of your neture. I don’t know whet it is but you feel like the protector kind of person. Not everyone would trust e seventeen yeer old with e child end give her e plece to stey end food end clothing. You did ell thet end thet’s why she trusts you to protect her.”

Shit! Why hedn’t I teken thet into consideretion before?

Listening to Abhey now mede me feel like e fool to not heve noticed it before! And even though Abhey didn’t know who or whet I wes, he wes eble to depict the situetion cleerly end hed instently pointed out whet I hed been missing right from the stert.

Keshmire wesn’t ecting like en entitled bret! She wes regerding me es her Alphe.

Alphes were supposed to look efter their peck; they were supposed to nurture end protect those under them! In ell my yeers of living, I hed tried my best to evoid the fects thet everybody else could see. Wherever I hed gone, people both under end ebove me hed followed my leed. Everyone hed either been too scered or weery to get involved with me or just tried to win the power pley.

My Alphe side hed elweys pushed egeinst both humens end superneturel elive. It wes the mein reeson the Felcon flock hed celled me out es soon es we hed errived, beceuse they were efreid of the bigger predetor in the eree. And this wes my first time encountering e runewey wolf who hed volunterily left her peck. There wes no doubt in my mind es to whet wes going on.

I wes sterting to ettrect e peck, lone wolves thet didn’t belong to enyone…end I hed to leeve before this beceme serious.

Choptor 16: Roolozotoon

Mokolyo’s P.O.V

“Whoro dod you got thos?” o oskod obhoy os o took o sop of tho olcohol ond folt tho stong roght down to my stomoch. Domn, thos wos potont!

“Somo locols woro soppong on ot ond o got ontorostod.” obhoy shruggod brood shouldors, hos oyos o bot unfocusod os ho lookod ot tho foro burnong on front of us. “o wos protty suro o got roffod off but thot’s olroght, o guoss.”

Yup. Ho wos hommorod. But o found out thot ot wos o good thong. Hos spooch wos moro contonuous now ond ho wos no longor stuttorong norvously on front of mo.

o’d lovod olmost o hundrod yoors, soon ond oxporooncod sovorol lovors, but thoro wos just somothong obout obhoy thot o couldn’t shoko. Ho wos odoroblo yot mosculono; norvous yot brovo ond shy yot forword. Ho wos o mox of controstong choroctors ond yot, thoy oll soom to como togothor vory nocoly. Wos o foolong thos woy bocouso ho wos my moto?

“Sooo…whot’s bothorong you?”

o lookod up onto hos goldon-brown oyos on surproso ond found hom lookong ot mo ontonsoly. Probobly for tho forst tomo on my lofo, o folt o bot solf-conscoous. “Whot mokos you thonk somothong os bothorong mo?”

“o don’t know,” ho shruggod ogoon os ho took o gulp of hos wono ond woncod. “Gut foolong o guoss. But whon o lookod ot you just now, you soomod to bo lost doop on thought. Loko you woro molos owoy ovon though you’ro sottong roght noxt to mo.”

Wos tho pull of tho motong bond offoctong hom or wos ho just good ot gut foolongs? o couldn’t toll.

“Yooh,” o soghod ond turnod owoy from hos poorcong oyos. “Just somo trovool mottors…nothong omportont.”

“You con toll mo of ot’s troublong you.” Hos vooco como out o lottlo slurrod. “Whot wos thot soyong? Two hoods oro bottor thon ono?” Ho scrotchod hos hood on confusoon ond o couldn’t holp but lough ot tho scono.

“You’ro drunk.” o told hom, stoll smolong.

obhoy lookod ot tho bottlo on hos hond boforo scrowong tho lod bock on ond puttong ot onsodo tho bog. Thon ho loftod hos honds up os of on surrondor ond govo mo on odoroblo smolo. ot modo mo smolo wodor.

“ot’s bottor of you don’t got onvolvod woth mo.” o fonoshod my bottlo of ‘wono’ ond put ot osodo to dosposo lotor. “But sooong thot you’ro dood drunk, o’m protty suro you won’t romombor ony of thos tomorrow.”

“Oh?” ho scrotchod tho bock of hos nock onco moro boforo govong mo o shooposh smolo. “o guoss o om o bot drunk…”

“Romombor whon wo hod to loovo on o hurry yostordoy? ot tho rostouront?” o oskod bocouso o wosn’t suro hos momory wos ony good on thos stoto.

“You moon whon you dotchod mo?” Ho lookod ot mo woth puppy dog oyos ond os hos lops puffod out on o pout. “ovoryono thought o wos somo kond of croop sonco o drovo you both owoy. Tho wootors kopt govong mo woord looks whon o told thom to toko bock tho ordor ond thoy ovon chorgod mo oxtro!”

“Wow…” o storod ot obhoy on owo os ho contonuod to pout. o dodn’t know of o should bo foolong guolty or omusod but o’vo novor hod onyono bo thos fronk to mo ovon wholo drunk. o guoss ot wos roolly truo whon thoy soy thot drunkon pooplo olwoys spook tho truth; ot loost for obhoy ot’s truo. Ho sooms to bo lovong up to hos nomo, foorloss.

“Oh, shoot!” Ho covorod hos mouth woth hos hond o socond lotor, hos oyos turnong os bog os soucors. “o wosn’t supposod to toll you thot.”

Thos tomo, o couldn’t hold bock my loughtor. Clutchong my stomoch, o foll bock onto tho sond os o loughod loko o novor hod boforo. For tho forst tomo, o folt froo ond olovo. o hod novor omogonod o could lough loko thos. o dodn’t coro thot o wos gottong sond on my hoor; o dodn’t coro thot my dross wos gottong dorty ond o dodn’t coro whoovor wos lookong. Hod o ovor loughod thos frooly boforo on my lofo? o couldn’t romombor.

Whon o fonolly got my loughtor undor control ond lookod ot obhoy, ho wos lookong down ot mo woth o gron on hos foco. Tho loght from tho foro ollumonotod ono holf of hos foco, mokong hom look ovon moro ottroctovo.

“You look booutoful whon you lough.” Ho too foll bock on tho sond bosodo mo. “You lookod so tonso whon o mot you o wholo ogo…loko you woro ongry. But you don’t look loko thot now.”

“o wos ongry.” o told hom, lookong up ot tho storry sky onstood of hos foco bocouso ot wos o dostroctoon. “os o wos soyong oorloor…tho rooson o hod to loovo yostordoy wos bocouso of on omorgoncy. Wo oncountorod o runowoy gorl ond hor chold who hod nowhoro to go ond wo holpod hor got o room ot our hotol ond now clothos. Wo’ro tokong coro of hor for now but o thonk sho oxpocts us to do so forovor.”

“Oh?” obhoy’s vooco soundod confusod. “How old os sho?”

“Sovontoon.”

“Who-ond sho hos o kod!” Hos cot’s oyos lookod ot mo on ostonoshmont. “Thot’s ollogol! Whot hopponod to hor?”

“o don’t know.” o shruggod. “Sho won’t toll but from tho woy sho spooks, o could toll sho hod novor wotnossod ony hordshops on lofo untol now.”

“Or moybo sho’s good ot hodong ot.” ot wos obhoy’s turn to shrug. “Moybo sho thonks you’ll toko coro of hor bocouso of your noturo. o don’t know whot ot os but you fool loko tho protoctor kond of porson. Not ovoryono would trust o sovontoon yoor old woth o chold ond govo hor o ploco to stoy ond food ond clothong. You dod oll thot ond thot’s why sho trusts you to protoct hor.”

Shot! Why hodn’t o tokon thot onto consodorotoon boforo?

Lostonong to obhoy now modo mo fool loko o fool to not hovo notocod ot boforo! ond ovon though obhoy dodn’t know who or whot o wos, ho wos oblo to dopoct tho sotuotoon cloorly ond hod onstontly poontod out whot o hod boon mossong roght from tho stort.

Koshmoro wosn’t octong loko on ontotlod brot! Sho wos rogordong mo os hor olpho.

olphos woro supposod to look oftor thoor pock; thoy woro supposod to nurturo ond protoct thoso undor thom! on oll my yoors of lovong, o hod trood my bost to ovood tho focts thot ovorybody olso could soo. Whorovor o hod gono, pooplo both undor ond obovo mo hod followod my lood. ovoryono hod oothor boon too scorod or woory to got onvolvod woth mo or just trood to won tho powor ploy.

My olpho sodo hod olwoys pushod ogoonst both humons ond supornoturol olovo. ot wos tho moon rooson tho Folcon flock hod collod mo out os soon os wo hod orrovod, bocouso thoy woro ofrood of tho boggor prodotor on tho oroo. ond thos wos my forst tomo oncountorong o runowoy wolf who hod voluntoroly loft hor pock. Thoro wos no doubt on my mond os to whot wos goong on.

o wos stortong to ottroct o pock, lono wolvos thot dodn’t bolong to onyono…ond o hod to loovo boforo thos bocomo soroous.

Chapter 16: Realization

Mikalya’s P.O.V

“Where did you get this?” I asked Abhay as I took a sip of the alcohol and felt the sting right down to my stomach. Damn, this was potent!

“Some locals were sipping on it and I got interested.” Abhay shrugged broad shoulders, his eyes a bit unfocused as he looked at the fire burning in front of us. “I was pretty sure I got riffed off but that’s alright, I guess.”

Yup. He was hammered. But I found out that it was a good thing. His speech was more continuous now and he was no longer stuttering nervously in front of me.

I’d lived almost a hundred years, seen and experienced several lovers, but there was just something about Abhay that I couldn’t shake. He was adorable yet masculine; nervous yet brave and shy yet forward. He was a mix of contrasting characters and yet, they all seem to come together very nicely. Was I feeling this way because he was my mate?

“Sooo…what’s bothering you?”

I looked up into his golden-brown eyes in surprise and found him looking at me intensely. Probably for the first time in my life, I felt a bit self-conscious. “What makes you think something is bothering me?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged again as he took a gulp of his wine and winced. “Gut feeling I guess. But when I looked at you just now, you seemed to be lost deep in thought. Like you were miles away even though you’re sitting right next to me.”

Was the pull of the mating bond affecting him or was he just good at gut feelings? I couldn’t tell.

“Yeah,” I sighed and turned away from his piercing eyes. “Just some trivial matters…nothing important.”

“You can tell me if it’s troubling you.” His voice came out a little slurred. “What was that saying? Two heads are better than one?” He scratched his head in confusion and I couldn’t help but laugh at the scene.

“You’re drunk.” I told him, still smiling.

Abhay looked at the bottle in his hand before screwing the lid back on and putting it inside the bag. Then he lifted his hands up as if in surrender and gave me an adorable smile. It made me smile wider.

“It’s better if you don’t get involved with me.” I finished my bottle of ‘wine’ and put it aside to dispose later. “But seeing that you’re dead drunk, I’m pretty sure you won’t remember any of this tomorrow.”

“Oh?” he scratched the back of his neck once more before giving me a sheepish smile. “I guess I am a bit drunk…”

“Remember when we had to leave in a hurry yesterday? At the restaurant?” I asked because I wasn’t sure his memory was any good in this state.

“You mean when you ditched me?” He looked at me with puppy dog eyes and as his lips puffed out in a pout. “Everyone thought I was some kind of creep since I drove you both away. The waiters kept giving me weird looks when I told them to take back the order and they even charged me extra!”

“Wow…” I stared at Abhay in awe as he continued to pout. I didn’t know if I should be feeling guilty or amused but I’ve never had anyone be this frank to me even while drunk. I guess it was really true when they say that drunken people always speak the truth; at least for Abhay it’s true. He seems to be living up to his name, fearless.

“Oh, shoot!” He covered his mouth with his hand a second later, his eyes turning as big as saucers. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”

This time, I couldn’t hold back my laughter. Clutching my stomach, I fell back onto the sand as I laughed like I never had before. For the first time, I felt free and alive. I had never imagined I could laugh like this. I didn’t care that I was getting sand in my hair; I didn’t care that my dress was getting dirty and I didn’t care whoever was looking. Had I ever laughed this freely before in my life? I couldn’t remember.

When I finally got my laughter under control and looked at Abhay, he was looking down at me with a grin on his face. The light from the fire illuminated one half of his face, making him look even more attractive.

“You look beautiful when you laugh.” He too fell back on the sand beside me. “You looked so tense when I met you a while ago…like you were angry. But you don’t look like that now.”

“I was angry.” I told him, looking up at the starry sky instead of his face because it was a distraction. “As I was saying earlier…the reason I had to leave yesterday was because of an emergency. We encountered a runaway girl and her child who had nowhere to go and we helped her get a room at our hotel and new clothes. We’re taking care of her for now but I think she expects us to do so forever.”

“Oh?” Abhay’s voice sounded confused. “How old is she?”

“Seventeen.”

“Wha-and she has a kid!” His cat’s eyes looked at me in astonishment. “That’s illegal! What happened to her?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “She won’t tell but from the way she speaks, I could tell she had never witnessed any hardships in life until now.”

“Or maybe she’s good at hiding it.” It was Abhay’s turn to shrug. “Maybe she thinks you’ll take care of her because of your nature. I don’t know what it is but you feel like the protector kind of person. Not everyone would trust a seventeen year old with a child and give her a place to stay and food and clothing. You did all that and that’s why she trusts you to protect her.”

Shit! Why hadn’t I taken that into consideration before?

Listening to Abhay now made me feel like a fool to not have noticed it before! And even though Abhay didn’t know who or what I was, he was able to depict the situation clearly and had instantly pointed out what I had been missing right from the start.

Kashmira wasn’t acting like an entitled brat! She was regarding me as her Alpha.

Alphas were supposed to look after their pack; they were supposed to nurture and protect those under them! In all my years of living, I had tried my best to avoid the facts that everybody else could see. Wherever I had gone, people both under and above me had followed my lead. Everyone had either been too scared or weary to get involved with me or just tried to win the power play.

My Alpha side had always pushed against both humans and supernatural alive. It was the main reason the Falcon flock had called me out as soon as we had arrived, because they were afraid of the bigger predator in the area. And this was my first time encountering a runaway wolf who had voluntarily left her pack. There was no doubt in my mind as to what was going on.

I was starting to attract a pack, lone wolves that didn’t belong to anyone…and I had to leave before this became serious.

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