Desired By The Alpha

I turned around and strolled to the end of the line while twirling a strand of my blonde straight hair in my finger. My lips were pursed together as I did this. But who would have anticipated that I would be able to access this location with such ease and without having to endure any kind of embarrassment? I was somehow pushed forward by a number of other girls, and even before I could even open my mouth to say anything, it was already my time. I had no idea how it happened.

I was taken aback for a little period. What led to this occurrence? I had just reached the end of the queue when you came in! I turned around to look behind me while the women in front of me pretended that they hadn't done anything wrong. After taking a step forward, I puckered my lips into a tiny line. "I'm Danika Baker, just turned eighteen. So, I've never been to this place before."

The tall guy cast me a chilly look, gave me a curt nod, and then scribbled something down before returning his attention to me. "In what city do you reside?"

Why doesn't he just ask me this?

I puckered my lips and then separated them slightly. The phrase "from the town" As soon as I mentioned this, almost all of the females let out an audible gasp. Even the towering guy furrowed his brow in concentration.

After seeing such a passionate response, I couldn't help but feel like I needed to bury myself underground and go into hiding! I didn't want to be the focus of people's harsh and condescending gazes, so I tried to avoid being in the spotlight.

But before anybody could say anything, I quickly ducked my head and hurried passed the towering guy, almost as if I were trying to get away with my life! I continued to run and run until I was out of breath, at which point I stopped and leant against the wall. At that point, I became aware that I had gone to the incorrect location. It turned out to be the men's restroom! And now a handful of the males were gazing at me as if I were some kind of crazy person!

Instantaneously, I bent my head. "Please forgive me!" And I sprang to my feet and ran out, only to immediately run into the solid chest of another person. Instantaneously, I retreated a few steps and massaged the top of my head. "Please forgive me!"

After I had apologized, I was going to leave when the other person grabbed my wrist and pulled me around without my will. I was startled. After that, I was finally able to recognize who it was.

When he looked at me, his blue eyes made a squinting motion. His brown hair was shoulder-length and draped over his face as he gently stroked his beard under his chin with his free hand. Because of how tall he was, I was able to touch his shoulders. It seemed as if he had just learned something fascinating since there was a grin on his face.

After viewing his face, my complexion became really pale. I enlarged my eyes, and then I expanded my lips as wide as possible. This was a complete surprise! Who on earth wouldn't recognize someone like this?! This guy's images were featured extensively in the werewolf magazine, which helped to establish his reputation as one of the most eligible bachelors of this year. That would be Asta!

I was so astonished that I didn't even notice someone behind him. By the time I recovered, there was a throng of men and women surrounding us already, talking among themselves like if watching a performance.

But I wasn't concentrating on them. My eyes was still focused at the hand that had held my wrist forcefully. I tried to seize my hand, but this individual was simply too powerful. And the trouble was, I couldn't even utter a word owing to great dread and uncertainty. Every time this man gazed at me, a shiver was transmitted down my spine!

Then I simply took a few long breaths and stood there, dropping my head. My hair fell over my face concealing the faces of the audience. At least, by suppressing them, I might feel a bit at rest.

But who knew that Asta simply didn't want to let me go?! He turned back without any intention of abandoning my hand and remarked to the guy behind him, who was also famous-Beta Asta's Stride, Gary. He wore gold rimmed spectacles that had slid on the middle portion of his nose. The man's thick black hair fell over his eyes and pulled up his spectacles, glaring harshly at me. That was then Asta separated his lips and muttered in a gruff voice, "Take her to my marquee."

I wanted to object, but the confidence inside me was so low that I couldn't even raise my head and dare to view this person's face. I merely bowed my head and glanced at the black boots that both of them were wearing.

Gary didn't disagree, but his eyes had a tinge of scorn when he peered at me. I pretended I didn't notice it and pushed my lips in a narrow line. I was able to continue hearing what others were saying around me, and for a little moment, I wished that I was deaf.

"Asta picked Danika? What a match made in heaven!"

"Right? Who would have guessed that the person who murdered someone would end up preferring someone else who was insane. After all, she was born and raised in the area."

"Everyone from the town has a strange personality. Take a look at how quiet she has been from the very beginning! How ridiculous! It's as if she doesn't even have a voice!"

"If she hadn't spoken to me when I walked in, I really would have assumed that she was deaf," the person said.

I was still confused as to why members of the pack would have such ideas about the werewolves that lived in the town.