Unraveling the Alpha's Secret

Ivonne's POV

"No Alpha, I need your help," I insisted, scared of his harsh glare.

"No, you just said it," he tilted his head to the side, his gaze angry as it pinned on me. "You need money."

At a loss of what to say I admitted. "Yes Alpha, I need your help and the help I need from you is money. It is urgent and I—"

 "I wonder why I thought you'd be here for something different," he muttered, running his fingers through his black hair strands. "It all comes down to money for you."

"In this case it does," I didn't deny it or try to make him see reason. "I already explained what it's for and why I—-"

"Because you wooed Lincoln into marrying you?" He raised a question and took a step closer. "Now he doesn't spare you a glance or give you what you want, you are in search of your next target?"

"I would damn well search the whole earth if I had to in the next 12 hours if only I could find someone willing enough to give me what I'm in dire need of," I proclaimed without a tremor in my voice.

"That's how desperate you can be for money?" He took a few steps, his body pressing the couch and I could feel his breath from our proximity despite the fact the couch was still in between us.

"It is how desperate I can be to save a life of someone dear to me," I breathed, deeply praying he would see past his misconceptions of me and really listen to my words.

"What about Lincoln?" He inquired, strolling around the couch to where I was standing and trudged to one of the comfy chairs and lowered his masculine figure to a sitting position. "In all things, he is still your mate and husband and one of his duties is to care for you."

"You might have not heard," I stated and discreetly gestured to the couch beside me and he nodded, giving me silent permission to get seated. "But he brought in a woman, Allison, whom he has decided would be his wife and new Luna of the pack. Since then, I'd been pushed to the side like a piece of rag."

"I'm certain almost everyone has heard of it," he lifted a brow, one hand on the armrest of the chair he was lounged on while his right index finger scratched his brow, as if uncomfortable about the topic. "Seen it even, I mean everything was clear the night event a day or two ago."

"Well you haven't heard of this," I said as I got settled.

"What is it I haven't heard of?" He implored, eyes narrowing as a sign of curiosity.

"I signed the divorce papers yesterday," I revealed, and both his brows shot up in surprise. "As it stands now, we are no longer husband and wife."

"Well that sure is a revelation I haven't heard of," He announced, sitting up.

 "To top it, she's pregnant for him," I further explained. "And in his words, I'm no longer useful."

"Well are you?" He threw the question at me. It was meant to sound rude, however to my shock I wasn't in the least bit offended.

"I can be," I felt compelled to answer as of I needed to hear it myself and not just for his ears alone.

"So let's say I decide to help you," he blurts making finger motions, something I found entrancing as it happened to carry the weight of his words. "How useful will you be to me?"

"It depends on what you want me to be useful for," I declared in a serious expression, sensing a shift in the air and mostly in his blue eyes as they darkened.

"First off, who is this person you so desperately want to save their life?" He quizzed, his gaze searching my face to catch even if it was a tiny bit of dishonesty as I divulged my answer.

"My mother," I announced, my heart becoming heavy with emotions as I recalled how helpless and pale she appeared. "She just needs drugs and serious medical attention. Her case is not that serious it's only because she has been neglected for a while due to my failure to meet with the bills at several intervals."

"Which hospital is she at?" He asked, seeming concerned, rather I decided not to dwell on it.

"The blood pack hospital," I informed and contemplated if to tell him or not but went ahead to say. "I heard you are the new owner."

"Yes," he murmured, watching me. "Is that why you came to me? So that if I don't help you out with the money, I can pull some strings?"

"Maybe," I exhaled, having no reason to deny hence it was really why I approached him.

"I appreciate your honesty," he uttered, tapping a finger on the armrest of the cushion he was reclined on.

"Are you willing to help me?" I implored in a low tone, cautious of his reply.

"Are you willing to be useful to me?" He questioned, his lips curling in a smirk as his blue eyes raked my form, remaining on my legs which was revealed by the red dress I had on, its material riding up as a result of my sitting position.

"As I said, it depends on what you need me to be useful for," I repeated my words of earlier.

 "What if it's something you are not comfortable with," he blurted. "Will you decide not to do it when your mother's life is on the line?"

I inhaled a deep breath as his words struck a nerve. Nevertheless his question was justified. I had told myself I was ready to do anything as far as my mother's health could improve and she would be healthy again.

"A simple question that deserves a simple answer Ivonne," he scoffed, nonetheless there was a strange emotion hiding behind the stoic expression, I could sense it.

However that notion got robbed at his next statement. "You were ready to sleep with a stranger that night Ivonne, what could be so hard when compared to that?"

"Surely I won't ask you to kill someone," he let out in a chuckle. "Though if I wanted, your husband, sorry Ex husband, would be my first target don't you think?"

"I'm sure you'd be glad to take on the job," he made a hand gesture in my path as he continued. "Judging by what he has done to you and the way you are being treated."

"Yeah I might really do that," I said honestly, all the anger and sadness pouring into my tone as scenes from his recent behaviour flashed through my mind'e eye.

"I like your sense of humor," he chuckled, nonetheless my face remained stoic. "I wasn't playing," I beamed in return and he seemed taken aback.

"So does that mean you would be willing to do anything I ask you to?" He interrogated, needing clarification.

"At this point I would," I answered in a heartbeat, wasting no time to think thus I needed things sorted and fast.

He fixed his gaze at me for about a minute, blue eyes peering into my brown ones, the living room silent and tingles in my stomach as I waited anxiously for his proposal.

"I would help you only one condition," he declared and my breath seized. "Which is?" I summoned the courage to ask.

"That you marry me Miss Ivonne."