Desired By The Alpha

After meeting Asta, was I going to lose my mind? I had the want to just go ahead and bury myself! At this, I couldn't help but feel a little red in the face.

After taking in my appearance, Asta most likely had some pity. After that, he stood up, walked over to the cabinet that was to my right, and grabbed something out of it. It was a worn out stuffed animal bear. The color seemed to be so murky that I was unable to determine what color it really was since there were foams coming off it everything. My eyes betrayed a little flicker of uncertainty. Even though I had a routine of sleeping with a teddy bear, I wasn't very concerned with keeping that item! It seemed as if years had passed since the last time it had been cleaned!

But as soon as I seen the icy expression on Asta's face, whatever reluctance I had vanished, and I went ahead and grabbed the teddy bear. I pursed my lips together and said, "...It's quite nice." with some reluctance. I lied. I couldn't tell this person that I didn't want this sort of teddy bear because if I had declined his offer, I had a feeling that he would have simply murdered me right there and then. Therefore, I couldn't tell him that I didn't want this kind of teddy bear. The very concept of that made me quake, and I clung to the toy even more tightly.

A satisfied expression appeared on Asta's face, and she nodded. "This is the teddy bear that I cuddled with when I was a youngster," I said.

Is it the reason why this teddy bear seemed to be this way? I swiftly shook my head as I gazed down at this toy and saw a younger version of Asta clutching onto it as I did so. I then looked up again. That picture was just too strange to even consider! I find it hard to believe that such a terrible person as Asta would do anything like this. It's possible that this person was only trying to cheer me up by saying it to me.

The next day, I spent the day by myself at home. The only thing I could recall was Asta walking out the door and hesitating in the middle of his steps. "I'm going to go away, but I'll be back for supper," she said.

I confirmed this with a nod and then headed to the kitchen. At this point in time, it was impossible for me to avoid being preoccupied with my own thoughts. In spite of the fact that I was terrified of Asta, I couldn't help but relax my defenses. After we were married, he treated me quite nicely, and he didn't do anything that may have made me feel uncomfortable or humiliated. Even yet, he maintained his distance at all times!

Perhaps he wasn't as awful as he seemed. At that very moment, the oven beeped. I got up and went over there before turning it off. When the doorbell rang, I had just put on the gloves and was going to take the food out of the cabinet when I tightened my hold on the handle. I was taken aback, and I grimaced thereafter. It was reported that Asta wouldn't show there before supper. The question is, who was it? Did he omit anything important? I made a beeline for the living room and opened the door, only to be greeted by the sight of a lovely woman standing there. It would be an understatement to say that she had a lovely face. Her hair was a silvery gray tint, and it was resting on her shoulders as her blue eyes peered intently at me. As soon as she had seen me, the look on her face changed into one that seemed to be distorted, and she suddenly became enraged.

"How dare you? Do you recognize the owner of this house?"

I cocked my head to the side in bewilderment. I had no trouble recognizing whose home it was at all! How could I have been so ignorant? But what was the motivation behind this woman's statements? And, what is of utmost importance, who was she? "I know."

"And you can yet have enough self-respect to call this place home? Keep in mind that you simply participated in a mating rite; it's not like he received a marriage license!"

Have I got these two confused with anything else? Even though I was more perplexed than before, I maintained my silence. I didn't want to infuriate her any more than she already was, so I refrained from saying anything. After viewing my appearance, she gave off the impression that she was irate for some reason. Did anything become stuck to the side of my face? I touched it, but I couldn't detect any sensation. It was business as usual for me. So why was she acting so angry? I couldn't hold back the words any longer. What is your name?

"Just who am I? I'm Asta's girlfriend!"

I was taken aback, and I remained there in a stupor, looking blankly at the girl who was standing in front of me. Was it simply my imagination, or did I just hear anything regarding Asta's girlfriend? My ears seem to be humming. I cocked my head to the side in bewilderment.

It's possible that the look of confusion on my face made this woman even more irate. Instantaneously, she seized hold of my wrist.

"Hey-" When I started to speak, she interrupted me with her very loud voice and stopped me in my tracks.