Unraveling the Alpha's Secret

Ivonne's POV

With that thought in mind I stretched back to my full height and folded the check neatly. Squaring my shoulders, I inhaled a deep breath, trying to gather my composure.

I wiped whatever little wetness on my cheeks and a made a u-turn, a fake smile on my lips as I made my way through the crowd in search of the bathroom.

Once I located the ladies sign in front of the door I pushed it open and walked in. Thankful it was empty, I turned on the faucet and leaned on the sink.

Alone in that space, any ounce of confidence I had managed to gather deserted me as I faced my reflection, green eyes stared back at me, hollow cheeks devoid of color except for the blush I had managed to apply.

My brown wavy hair hung over my shoulders and back, framing the soft features of my oval face. I had once thought myself to be beautiful, however the past few years with Lincoln had made me feel otherwise.

Tears I had managed to push back fell from my lids as the events of the past played in my head. To some, it might seem I was so hung on the past and a man who didn't spare me a glance and only wished me dead.

I understand why the likes of Allison would deem me as stupid and easy to manipulate, nonetheless I wished they'd understand me too and consider the fact I had once shared a happy time with the same man and had felt happiness before the current hell that was my life.

Standing there I let all my emotions pour out of me with my tears. My heart felt as if it was tearing to pieces as the paper in my hand reminded me of what my said husband had paid me to do.

Regardless of all that transpired I still felt a sense of gratitude, at least I could save my mother now. If I had her alive and healthy, I wouldn't care if the world burned.

The handle on the door of the bathroom rattled, momentarily diverting my attention to it. I hadn't realized I had locked it when I entered, I guessed I didn't need any disturbance during my emotional breakdown.

A knock sounded on the barrier and I decided to take it as a wake up call to pull me out of the darkness of my mind. I had a mission to accomplish and so I didn't need to waste more time than I already had.

 Inhaling a deep breath, I sniffed and shoved the cheque in the breast cup of the red, short dress I was donning and proceeded to feel my palms with water and splash on my face.

The action was repeated for about 3 times while the knock on the door intensified, alerting me that whoever was there was getting impatient.

I turned off the faucet, grabbed a napkin and dabbed my face, thankful for the fact I had rejected the idea to apply mascara earlier while I was getting ready.

Stretching my lips into a smile, I angled my body toward the exit and unhooked the lock before tugging it inwards, the abrupt move nearly causing the lady on the other side to topple over.

I sent her an apologetic glimpse and muttered a 'sorry' which was received with a glare that later turned to surprise when she realized who I was.

"You can go in now," I said and strolled out, leaving the door for to shut behind her.

I felt her gaze follow me for some moments but later had a closing sound as I wandered back to the crowd and headed straight for the paper. I knew people were watching, nonetheless I didn't care.

What I was about to do was something my dignity wouldn't allow me to, that's if I had any left after the humiliation I had faced in the past 24 hours.

I needed alcohol in my system and I needed it fast. The bartender was surprised when he saw me climb the stool, same as the people around the bar, however I paid them no heed and raised 2 fingers in the air.

Barely a minute later, 2 shot glasses were placed in my view and without blinking, I lifted the first, downing its contents before I did same with the second.

To their surprise and mine I slid the tray back and lifted 2 fingers again. At this point I had gathered the attention of a few more pack members, prompting me to release a silent laugh and thought,

'If only they knew what was going on, they'd encourage me to finish a whole damn bottle of whiskey.'

2 more shot glasses were placed in my view again and I smiled, already feeling a tempo in my system from the spirit but needed more to achieve the high I wanted.

Gulping down the contents I offered a salute and climbed down from my stool. I noticed the world tip for some moments before it righted itself, causing my smile to grow wider in appreciation.

 I pushed my wavy hair to one shoulder and blinked a few times to make sure I wasn't seeing double and decided it was time to begin the trek to what was now my room and wait for my husband who wanted to be pleasured.

Luckily for me, I didn't sway or see any signs of drunkness in my vision rather I felt giddy inside, excited even and it was as if lust was growing, the more I thought of what I was about to do as I traced my way to the bedroom.

Just as I was about to open my door, I sensed someone watching me and whirled around sharply, too fast that I almost fell if not for the wall behind me but I didn't see anyone.

Taking it as the drink playing tricks on me I shoved the door inward and strolled into my room, pushing the door closed with my behind and not registering the fact I didn't hear it click to indicate it had been shut properly.

Sitting on the bed which was untouched and fresh hence I had just moved in that day, I traced my finger around the rose picture of rose petals printed on the bedspread and bent over to untie my heels.

"Fucking finally," I exhaled in relief as I placed them beside the foot of the bed and stood, revelling in the feeling of the soft carpet caressing my stressed feet.

Shutting my eyes for a moment I opened them after a quick pep talk and instantly covered the distance between me and what appeared to be the vanity table with drawers.

My vision was starting to get blurry as the seconds ticked by, making it a bit difficult for me to grab the handle of the drawer and pull it open.

After a few tries, I succeeded and dipped my fingers into my breast cup to pull out the check and carefully placed it inside, a sense of accomplishment washing over me as I slid it back in its place.

It seemed that was the only thing holding me back as once I whirled away from the square object, my body began swaying to a music in my head.

My hands began moving along my body, my arms, my waist, my thighs, a silent chant in my mind 'I'm beautiful. Every man would want me, I can do this, for my mother, for myself, for my—'

The noise of a screeching door cut off my silent declarations and I unraveled my lids which had shut of their own accord and swerved in the path of the door.

A very tall attractive man stood a few feet away, his defined features making my room suddenly feel small.

 "You are here," I beamed, a bit surprised, nonetheless happy that he kept to his word.