Falling For the Hidden Alpha(Freya Series Book 1)

I pulled my closet door open and stood there contemplating what to wear under my graduation gown. I should have sorted an outfit out beforehand. My best friend Cassie had nagged me to do, but hey, I always leave things till the last minute, so why change now?

I let out a giggle and started pushing outfit after outfit aside, trying to find the perfect one. I was getting super-hot. So, I whipped the towel off of my head and shook out my long, wavy hair, letting it fall down to the middle of my back. I ran my hands through it and shook it out as I went.

“Ahhh!”

I jumped out of my skin when two large hands wrapped themselves around my waist and pulled me backwards. making me lose my footing. My back hit his hard chest and he automatically brought his face down into the crease of my neck. I was used to him sneaking up on me like that, but for some reason, I was on edge today and I couldn't shake a strange uneasy feeling. My body began to tremble. Why do I feel like this?

“Baby?” Tristan asked me softly.

In an instant, my body reacted to his familiar voice and I relaxed slightly. It was as if my body had a mind of its own. My brain knew that the strong arms around my waist, and the breath that brushed my neck were my boyfriends. But it took a while for my body to get the memo.

I began to feel somewhat normal again, but my body froze in fear when he inhaled deeply, taking in my scent. Another wave of Deja vu washed over me and my heart pounded, while my mind filled with panic.

Tristan Cole

After checking on a few things at work, I jumped into the car and drove over to Freya's house. I pulled up and got out of the car, then walked towards the house. It was a small house in comparison to my own, but I loved being there, it always smelled like fresh coffee and it was so cozy and homely. I knocked on the door and patiently waited. I heard footsteps coming down the hallway towards me, then the door opened, and a warm smile greeted me.

“Good morning Tristan, don't you look handsome today,” Eleanor said sweetly.

“Thank you, Eleanor. You look lovely,” I replied politely. She blushed a little then said with a giggle,

“Thank you, Tristan. Flattery will get you everywhere.”

She turned around and began to walk back down the hallway. “Are you coming in?” She shouted back as she turned toward the kitchen.

I entered the house and closed the door behind me.

“Is Freya ready yet?”

“No, she's upstairs. You can go up if you like. Tell her to get a move on, or she won't have time for breakfast,” she shouted back through.

“Okay, I'll make sure she's down in a bit. She can't miss your breakfast it smells too delicious.”

I walked past the kitchen and began to climb the stairs. Her giggle echoed through the hallway as I reached the top of the stairs. I got to Freya's bedroom and gently pushed open the door. There she stood, wrapped in a crisp white towel, the absolute love of my life. I watched while she frantically pushed outfit after outfit aside. I sniggered knowing that she had left picking out an outfit for her graduation until the very last minute. She was always the same, always late, and always unprepared, but it was one of the cute little quirks that made me love her even more.

She suddenly took the towel off of her head and dropped it to the floor. Shaking out her gorgeous long brown hair, she began running her fingers through it. Her fingers slid effortlessly through the wet strands, making tiny water droplets roll down the soft skin on her arms. I couldn't resist the primal urge to capture her, so I crept forward as quietly as I could. I then slipped my hands around her waist and pulled her back into my arms.

“Ahhh!” She screamed as she stumbled back a little, slamming into my chest.

She always startled when I snuck up on her, but this time it felt different. As soon as her body began to tremble, I squeezed her tighter to try and calm her down. Her breathing was labored, and her heart was racing. She had never reacted to me like that before.

“Baby?” I spoke softly into her ear.

She let out a deep sigh of relief and I felt her body relax within seconds of hearing my voice. What on earth is going on with her today? I thought as I leaned into the crease of her neck and inhaled deeply, taking in her delicious scent.

Freya Rose

I managed to calm myself back down and relaxed into his embrace. I had no idea why he sniffed me like that, but it had always been one of his weird little quirks. My stomach flipped and fluttered with butterflies when he let out a deep and throaty growl. It was such a turn on for me and he damn well knew it.

“You smell so good baby,” he purred into my ear.

He kissed my neck ever so gently, which in turn made my legs turn to jelly.

“Mmm,” I moaned as he placed more warm and breathy kisses down my neck, while holding onto my shoulders so that I couldn't move.

He spun me around to face him, sending an icy-cold shiver down my spine. A wave of Deja vu washed over me for the second time, but again, I ignored it and pushed it aside. It wasn't unusual for me to feel like I'd seen or felt stuff before, and it had been happening a lot more lately. I guess it started around the same time as the nightmares, almost two years ago.

I positioned my hands onto his muscular chest to steady myself. His solid body felt amazing under my fingers and I could feel my face heating up as lust took over my body. In front of me stood the hottest guy I had ever seen in my life. He was a lot taller than me. I was only five-foot-four and he was around six-foot-two. He had a muscular build that you could see even under his clothes. And damn I could definitely feel the muscles under his shirt.

I exhaled while I tried my best to compose myself. He had the most amazing deep blue eyes. They were like the darkest part of the Pacific Ocean. His hair was messy and dirty blond. It floated around his perfectly chiseled face. His stubble was nicely groomed, but not too much, so he still had that, I woke up like this, look.

I gazed into his beautiful eyes while seductively sweeping my hands up and over his chest, finally resting them around his neck. I licked my lower lip, then bit it slightly. He watched my lips intently while his hands moved down my waist and underneath my towel. He grabbed my ass with both hands pulling me up towards him. I gasped when he let out another sexy little growl. Hearing it sent tingles dancing around my body. I swung my legs around his waist, and he spun around, skillfully closing the door with his foot.

He slammed me down onto my dressing table, sending my stuff flying everywhere, but I couldn't have cared less. I pulled his face down and smashed my lips onto his. He groaned when my tongue pushed its way into his mouth. He kissed me back harder, making me let out a sweet little moan of my own. It drove him crazy, so he picked me back up and carried me effortlessly over to my bed. All the while not once taking his lips off of mine.

He dropped me down onto the bed and I giggled as I bounced around. I waited on the bed as still as possible, in excited anticipation of what was coming next. I gazed up at him standing there in front of me. This guy is so damn perfect, every single inch of him looks like it's just been sculpted by the Gods themselves, I thought to myself.

“God damn, you're hot,” I whispered to him in a sexy voice.

With a smirk on his face, he bent over me, grabbing the knot of the towel. I raised my hands up and cupped my breasts, as I tried desperately to hold the towel flat against my chest.

“No, we can't. My mom's downstairs!”

Completely ignoring my concern, he whispered into my ear in a husky voice,

“well, we best be quiet then, huh?”

My eyes grew wide as a cheeky grin spread across his face.

I watched with excitement as he stood back up and then with a deep chuckle, he swiftly ripped my towel open. I quickly tried to grip the towel tighter against my chest, but I didn't stand a chance. He was way too strong and fast for me, and within seconds the towel was no longer covering my chest. My hands somehow were now clasping onto my bare breasts.

He bent down and gently pulled my hands away from my body, exposing every inch of me. I blushed when his eyes moved away from mine and scanned all the way down my body and then back up again. He took his time and it seemed as though he was mentally mapping every single part of my naked flesh. After two years together, how in the hell does he still find my body so fascinating?

Every time he looked at me, it was as if he was seeing me for the first time. He always made me feel like a Goddess that deserved to be worshipped, and that was another reason why I loved him so much. I could just tell that I was the only woman he would ever need or want. Now it is time to remind him of that!

I glanced at him with a smile on my face as he placed his fingers on the outsides of my thighs, then slowly moved his hands up towards my hips. His fingers glided ever so gently across my skin, tickling me and sending shivers of pleasure through my body. His fingers then trailed up to my waist while he leaned in to kiss my neck, he then inhaled my scent again through his nose.

“Mmmm, you really do smell amazing baby,” he growled in that deep and sexy way that I loved.

I couldn't hold back anymore. This dude is just too damn good. I lifted my head up so that my lips could meet his. He responded in perfect time and slipped his hand behind my hair. My head suddenly jolted back, and my body stiffened when his fingers glided across my skin invoking a sense of Deja vu, yet again.

He tightly gripped the back of my neck so that my head didn't fall backwards. He was just concerned for my safety, but his actions had the opposite intended effect. I startled, and my body automatically froze. I frantically tried to search his deep ocean blue eyes for help, but the eyes that were staring back at me were not his.

The eyes that glared back at me were as black as the night's sky, and seeing those jet-black pools sparked something deep inside my brain. Visions of the morning’s nightmare quickly flooded my mind and took over every sense that I had. I couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't speak, as it silently dragged me back into its deadly grasp.

Tristan Cole

Freya lifted her head up and I guessed that she wanted me to kiss her. Damn, I could do so much more to her right now. She smelled amazing, and I could hear her heart racing, every time my fingers or lips caressed her skin.

No! I must keep myself under control. I can't let it go too far, I don't want him to hurt her, I thought while I tried my best to battle against my primal urges. I slipped my hand behind her hair and glided my fingers across her neck, so that I could pull her closer to me.

Suddenly her head violently jolted back, and I could feel her body stiffen beneath me. I gripped the back of her neck trying to stop her head from falling backwards. She instantly froze under my touch and I wondered, did I grip her too tightly?

I quickly adjusted my fingers slightly. Satisfied that I was not the one causing her the discomfort, I stared into her eyes and tried to work out what was up with her. She seemed petrified and panic instantly swept over me. Does she know?

I glanced over to the end of the bed. Sat in the corner of the room was a floor length mirror. I could see half of the four-poster bed and Freya. But more importantly, I could see myself. Specifically, my eyes, they were pitch black with lust. Oh, crap! I knew right then and there that I didn't have full control.

“You dick! Look what you've done to her. You've frightened the hell out of her,” I shouted at him in my mind.

I quickly fought back for control and watched myself in the mirror as my eyes returned to their normal deep blue color. I closed my eyes and exhaled while I prepared myself to face Freya. I needed to try my best to explain to her what had just happened.