Her Forbidden Alpha King novel Chapter 3

~~~ Hayden ~~~

I run my fingers through my hair, three more weeks until I’ll bear the weight of the crown. I would never admit that it makes me uneasy.-

It’s my destiny to wear the title of King of Alphas and I’ve been trained for it my entire existence, but I can’t tell if that moment is dreadful or exciting for me. Perhaps a little bit of both.

“What do you think about the redhead with that cleavage that could win her a place in both Heaven and Hell?” My cousin, Landon, is pulling me away from my train of thought, his eyes flashing lust.

I let go of the breath I’ve been holding, my glance scanning through the club and landing on the woman he was pointing at. High heeled boots, trashy dress that leaves nothing to imagination, dancing on the table like a little whore.

I shake my head in disgust, no fucking way I’ll put my dick into that. It’s been a while since I had some rough meaningless sex, but I’m not that desperate. And there is that part of me that yearns to find my mate. It’s growing more powerful day by day.

“Picky, aren’t we?” He smiles cunningly, raising a brow at me.

I smirk. “Yeah, because unlike you, I do have standards.”

“Unless you don’t want to get laid tonight–” He stops mid sentence and I follow his gaze to see what caught his attention. Or better say who caught his attention, because Layla Addison is heading our way, swaying her hips in the alluring way that hints she’s looking for trouble.

Just my fucking luck.

I roll my eyes in annoyance, I’m in no mood to put up with her.

“So you are going to get laid tonight, after all.” He smiles playfully and I find myself glaring at him.

I slept with Layla a few months ago and since then she follows me around, asking for seconds, which I’m not willing to provide, for she was no good in bed. Not to mention, she proved to be a crazy bitch after our little night, and I’m putting it mildly.

“Who do we have here, Hayden Kingston and Landon Morgan, the infamous duo? I suppose you guys are up to no good tonight?”

“Just the way you know us, Layla!” He winks devilishly and I wish she would fall for that and pursue my cousin instead, but she’s stubborn on me.

Between the two of us, Landon is the real womanizer, his family owns a few clubs and he takes home a different woman every night, and they just love everything about him, craving for any piece of attention he throws in their direction.

Truth be told, our presence here tonight supposedly is for business purposes purely, he’s thinking about purchasing this club, but here he is again, at his game.

I do pity his destined mate, though it is said that a mate has the power to make one yield, and I sure look forward to seeing that happening to him.

“It never crossed my mind that I’ll find you here!” Layla declares under the pretense of surprise.

Yeah, I’m sure of that. A she-wolf in a club meant for humans.

“I’d love to keep you company, but I just spotted my next snack! See you later!” Landon pats my shoulder in a mocking manner.

“Fucking traitor!” I mutter a string of curses, my lethal glare holding the promise of revenge.

He holds on to his chest, feigning to be hurt, then he leans closer and whispers to my ear. “Enjoy the night!” And off he disappears into the crowd.

Layla does not waste any time, she climbs into my lap, her hands roaming over my body, her lips trailing wet kisses on my neck as she whispers filthy words into my ear, confident that it would turn me on.

It doesn’t. Her actions have no effect on me, and I am desperately wanting to leave this place.

That until the inconceivable happens.