The Crazy Night with Alpha Andrew

(Daisy's POV)

Today was the engagement party of Alan, the boyfriend I had been with for three years. However, his fiancée wasn't me. The crystalline clink of champagne glasses echoed from the grand hall, but I was in a dimly lit corridor, my back pressed against the wall as his uncle kissed me passionately.

Andrew, Alan's youngest uncle, was the influential Alpha of the Deathmaw Pack, feared and revered in equal measure. His scorching touch slid over the delicate silk of my evening gown, his hand pressing into the small of my back, while the other gripped the back of my head, tilting me into his demanding kiss.

When his tongue was thrust down my throat, a peculiar sense of titillation surged through me, searing a path straight to my chest.

The wolf dormant within me began to stir, a restless energy surfacing from the depths. The sensation was unfamiliar, overwhelming, and it left my legs weak. I clung desperately to Andrew's broad shoulders for balance.

"How sensitive," he murmured against my lips during a brief pause to catch his breath. His low chuckle sent a shiver down my spine, his warm breath brushing the shell of my ear. My body gave an involuntary tremor, hyper-aware of the solid proof of his desire pressing insistently against my thigh. The size of it left me momentarily stunned.

"I've reserved a room upstairs," he whispered, his teeth grazing my earlobe, his voice a commanding growl infused with unyielding authority.

Reason screamed at me to run. Andrew was not a man to be trifled with. Yet, the muffled sounds of celebration beyond the hallway doors clawed at me like shards of glass, dredging up a dark bitterness that gripped my heart.

Alan had betrayed me. He was a mere bastard descendant of Andrew's father, yet he had cast me aside to marry the daughter of Andrew's savior—all for power and prestige. He had done this to me. So why couldn't I seduce Andrew?

The dark thought solidified, consuming me. I heard the sultry, brazen voice leaving my lips. "Lead the way."

Andrew's golden eyes darkened, a molten intensity overtaking them. In one swift motion, he scooped me into his arms, claiming my lips once more before striding purposefully down the hall.

During the dozens of seconds as the lift ascended, his lips roamed down to the tender curve of my collarbone. I clung to his neck, my vision hazy with desire.

Never did I experience anything like this raw, unbridled passion with Alan.

The moment the door clicked shut behind us, I found myself unceremoniously tossed onto the plush embrace of the king-sized bed. With one knee on the edge of the mattress, he began methodically undoing his cufflinks. The deliberate elegance of his movements set my pulse racing.

Andrew, who was only eight years older than Alan, was the youngest son of the former Alpha of the Deathmaw Pack, yet the most pure-blooded heir among his siblings. From boyhood, he had displayed an extraordinary aptitude, so much so that upon reaching adulthood, he had seized leadership of the strongest wolf pack in London as Deathmaw Pack had high hopes for him.

And with that power came an irresistible aura. His features bore the perfection of a sculptor's masterpiece—deep-set eyes, pronounced brows, a strong nose, and a jawline sharp enough to cut stone. His every gesture was a seamless blend of raw wildness and refined grace, a magnetism that urged humans and wolves alike to approach—but not too close, lest they desecrate him.

And now, this perfect man was caressing my cheek, whispering in a velvety voice that spilled like a lover's endearment: "You're stunning…."

"Yeah…" A tremor wracked my body as his touch electrified me, as if he were an aphrodisiac. Soft moans escaped my lips, unbidden and uncontrollable.

When his hand slid beneath the hem of my gown, I went completely limp beneath him, drowning in the rapture of his touch.

My wolf stirred within me, quivering. This sensation was utterly unprecedented, thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. And when Andrew peeled aside my lingerie, lowering his head to take my nipple into his mouth, a near-scream clawed its way up my throat.

In the inferno of pleasure, my rationality all but smoldered to ash. Without meaning to, I gasped a name. "No… Alan…."

Time froze.

Andrew propped himself up. His narrowed eyes studied me intently before he asked, "You're Alan's ex-girlfriend, Daisy?"

My body tensed, and my lips parted. I was unsure how to respond.

A flicker of doubt whispered in my mind. My relationship with Alan had always been a secret. How could Andrew possibly know who I was? Had he investigated Alan?

A short, humorless laugh escaped Andrew as he withdrew completely, settling at the edge of the bed.

As he fastened his cuffs, he asked with casual indifference. "Were you trying to sleep with me as revenge against Alan?"

Andrew was really influential. Denial seemed both futile and dangerous.

And he was not someone I could mess with. With no other option, I lowered my gaze and muttered, "I'm sorry. That wasn't my intention. I shouldn't have disturbed you."

Andrew remained silent and fixed his eyes on me, as though he were a different person from just moments before.

Flustered, I hastily smoothed the fabric of my dress, preparing to apologize further when the sudden chime of my phone sliced through the tension.

It was my mother, Anna.

Her frantic voice broke through. "Daisy, come home! Your father's in trouble. He's taken away by the cops."

"What? Why? What happened?" I demanded, fear spiking through me. But before she could explain, the call ended abruptly. When I redialed, the line was dead.

Unease gripped my chest like a clawed hand. Without a second thought, I turned to leave, only to twist my ankle in my haste. As I stumbled, an iron-strong hand shot out to steady me.

Above me, Andrew's voice held the weight of unquestionable authority. "I'll take you home."

The rain pelted against the windshield as his sleek car sped down the motorway. I leaned against the window, my reflection pale and taut with worry in the glass.

"Daisy Moore, right?" Andrew's voice broke through the hum of the engine. In the dim interior, the shadows sharpened the angles of his face, lending him an even fiercer intensity.

With his eyes fixed ahead, He continued, "As far as I know, you're the daughter of the Moonfang Pack's Alpha and work as a doctor in London Hospital. You funneled most of your earnings into Alan's fledgling business when you were together. You must despise him. So why attend his engagement party?"

The depth of his knowledge startled me. If he was already privy to so much, why had he allowed his adoptive sister, Lilith, to marry Alan?

Lilith, Alan's fiancee, was the adored darling of the city. Her father had died saving Deathmaw Pack's Alpha. Ever since, Andrew had claimed her as family, loving her as kin. As one of the most formidable Alphas in London, Andrew ruled not just the Deathmaw Pack but also the sprawling Mandgrave Enterprise, a corporate empire that could rival kingdoms. His strength was incontestable.

By contrast, though I was Alpha-born, I hailed from a pack overshadowed and impoverished, its influence negligible in the grand city of London. I wasn't foolish; I knew I wasn't in Lilith's league. But how had someone like Alan won Andrew's approval?

As though sensing my unspoken question, Andrew spoke again, voice calm. "Lilith loves him."

My hands clenched, nails digging into my palms as his statement sank in.

The unspoken implication was clear: Because Lilith loved Alan, I had no place in the picture. I had no right to disrupt their union.

A wave of bitterness washed over me. Clamping down on my turmoil, I forced a steady voice: "I received an invitation. I needed to see it with my own eyes. Only then could I let go."

The car jerked suddenly, tires screeching as Andrew brought it smoothly to a stop before my place.

"We're here." His gaze lingered on me for a beat longer than necessary, unreadable before he nodded toward the door.

"Thank you. I appreciate your help tonight," I said, forcing a thin smile as I reached for the handle. But before I could step out, he stopped me.

"Wait."

From the leather compartment, he retrieved an embossed gold card before extending it to me. His lips curved into a faint smile. "You're… interesting."