My Alpha's First Love Hurt My Son

The first time I met Eddy.

That day was a disaster from the start. If it weren’t for the crowded public setting, I would’ve flipped the table and let him get drenched in the remaining spilled coffee on the table.

"Oh Great Goddess! I'm so sorry!" Eddy exclaimed, frantically grabbing tissues from the table.

“Shoot!” I gasped, eyes wide as I instinctively snatched up my laptop. My fingers flew over the keyboard, closing files, saving data, and finally pressing the power button until the screen went dark.

My heart pounded because my entire academic life, for one WHOLE semester, hung by a thread.

Desperately, I dabbed at the laptop with tissues, trying to soak up the coffee that had seeped into every crevice. My anger surged when I tilted the device and watched coffee-black liquid drip from the ports.

I glared at the nerdy-looking Eddy, my fury boiling over. If any of my final term data was lost, I swear....

Eddy looked up, eyes wide with regret, and I could practically smell his fear. His apologies tumbled out, but they did nothing to calm my nerves.

“First, you came out of nowhere, invaded my space,” I growled, my voice rising. “then you spill MY coffee on MY laptop?” My wolf instincts flared, overriding my restraint with frustration.

In that moment, I remembered the bustling café fell silent instantly in the wake of my outburst.

I was seriously regretting my life choices that afternoon.

See, the café was buzzing with chatter when Eddy stumbled in. He looked like a lost puppy, scanning the room for an empty seat. Feeling a pang of sympathy, I didn’t avert my gaze when he finally noticed the empty spot next to me, thinking he was just another college student scrambling to finish an assignment.

Oh, Goddess. If only I knew what kind of chaos I was inviting into my life…

Eddy's face turned a shade of crimson as he clumsily took away the already spilled coffee cup at the table. Panic flashed in his eyes.

"I-I swear, I'll make it up to you! I work at a tech store just a few minutes walk from here. I can fix that, a-and I'll buy you another coffee. For the one I spilled?"

There was something about his genuine panic, the way his scent radiated fear, and his exaggerated gestures of apology that made it hard to stay mad at him. Plus, the curious eyes of the café patrons were all on us, making the scene even more embarrassing.

Taking a deep breath, I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to quell the rising tide of frustration. "Fine, but if my laptop dies, so do you," I warned, meticulously dabbing at the remaining wet keys with a tissues.

Eddy's nervous laughter filled the air. "Deal. By the way, I'm Eddy. Eddy Winslow. And I promise, I'll make sure your laptop is good as new."

Long story short, he did save my laptop, but half of my final assignment data was gone.

Eddy couldn't stop apologizing, his voice a constant drone that only amplified the throbbing in my sleep-deprived head. With only two days left to redo my work, I was a bundle of anxiety and frustration. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Eddy, just leave me be. No grudges, I just can't handle your whining right now. I need all the energy I have left to finish my finals."

But Eddy, being Eddy, refused to leave. He was determined to make things right, and his persistence paid off. Together, we managed to reconstruct my assignment just in time.

When it was all over, I thanked him. He simply shrugged and said he was just owning up to his mistake. For some reason, I expected we'd cross paths frequently after that day. But Eddy disappeared—no more sightings at the café, the tech shop, campus…

No nowhere.

I wasn't sad, just curious about where he had vanished to.

Our meeting was anything but a fairytale. The way he fumbled and apologized, his awkwardness blending with my own irritation—it was almost laughable.

Yet, beneath that mess, I couldn’t deny that something inexplicable began to stir.