Mated to the Wrong Alpha Prince

“Can I kiss you?” but he wasn't asking. Damien wasn’t asking. Earlier today, I decided to take a break from all the drama with Kayle and head to the bar. I needed to unwind and forget about everything for a while. That's when I met him, Damien. When you were younger, you do rather dumb things. And feel things rather intensely. I've had a crush on him for nearly a decade, Damien Silverster, hair silver as his last name and god for bid, the chief’s son. He would never know, would that i could ever make my face memorable in his sight of sea of girls. But tonight, here we are, kissing and touching each other in his apartment. The thought of finally being with him makes my heart race and my inner wolf Ashley howls. Here’s the crime scene: "So, what brings you here?" "Boyfriend problems," I grumbled. "He cheated on me with my arch-nemesis." I rollied my eyes and did not notice who was talking. "Ex-boyfriend, huh?" he replied, arching an eyebrow. "May I get you this drink for celebration?" His smooth voice snapped me out of my trance, and I realized he had asked me a question. "What was that?" I asked, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. His signature silver hair glistening in the dim light, I couldn't help but feel a rush of nerves coursing through my body. Damien Alexander f*****g Silvester. I had always been so intimidated by him, his piercing eyes the shade of ash and his tall, muscular build making me feel small and insignificant in his presence. "I said, may I buy you a drink to celebrate breaking up with your cheating ex-boyfriend?" he repeated. “Make it double.” I tried desperately to keep Ashley inner screaming low. Damien chuckled at my response, "You got it." He signaled the bartender and ordered two drinks, a whiskey for himself and a double gin and tonic for me. As we sipped on our drinks, our conversation flowed effortlessly. Before I knew it, the night had turned into the early hours of the morning. Damien turned to me with a smirk on his face, "Want to continue this conversation somewhere more private?" I felt my heart race at his suggestion, knowing exactly what he meant. Without a second thought, I followed him out of the bar and into his apartment. "So, tell me, Astrid," he said, leaning closer to me. "What is it that you want out of tonigh?" I thought about it for a moment before answering. "I want my head empty." Demian smiled. "I’m rather confident I can help you with that." I couldn't help but blush at his words, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. As I walked into Damien’s apartment, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement . Chief’s house. I snuck into the house of the prince and found way into his bed. My thoughts were quickly interrupted as Damien turned to me, a mischievous glint in his eye. "So, what do you want to do?" he asked, taking a step closer to me. I could feel the heat emanating from his body, and I struggled to control the shivers that were running down my spine. I cleared my throat, trying to hide my nervousness. "I don't know, what do you suggest?" I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. Damien leaned in closer, his lips barely grazing my ear as he spoke. "I have a few ideas," he murmured, sending another shiver down my spine. "But first, let's get comfortable." And with that, he took my hand and led me to the couch. As we sat down on the couch, I couldn't help but feel my heart pounding in my chest. Damien was so close, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze on me. I tried to compose myself, taking deep breaths to calm my nerves. Boy has real game I admit. I couldn’t really estimate the amount of girls who gave in. I could feel the heat emanating from his body as he sat down beside me, his hand lingering on my thigh. I couldn't help but let out a small gasp, my heart racing as I looked into his eyes. He leaned in even closer, his lips hovering just inches from mine. “Can I kiss you?” but he wasn't asking. Damien wasn’t asking. I could feel the tension building between us, and I knew I should stop him, but I couldn't find the willpower to do so. Instead, I closed my eyes and leaned in, feeling his lips meet mine in a passionate kiss. "Ashley, I know you're excited, but we can’t give in this easy.” I whisper to my she-wolf who wanted nothing more than to jump onto him. I felt a thrill run through my body as Damien leaned again in. The atmosphere was charged with electricity, and I could feel the heat rising between us. Without a word, I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips against his. This one was intense, passionate, and filled with raw emotion. I feel his hand start to wander, and I can feel myself getting nervous. I know that I shouldn't be doing this so soon after my break up with Kayle, but I can't help myself. I push his hand away, "Not so fast," I say with a playful smirk, "I'm not that easy." He chuckles, "I wouldn't want you to be." I start to feel a mix of excitement and fear. Damien's hand reaches further down, and I feel him unbuttoning my jeans. My heart is pounding in my chest as I try to decide whether or not I want to let this happen. My inner bargaining between Ashley and me did not go on for so long though. His lips meet my neck, a shiver ran down my spine. I let out a soft moan, my eyes closing as I gave in to the pleasure of his touch. His hand continued to explore my body, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement mixed with nervousness. I officially lost the battle. Ashley won.