The Chosen Alpha (Prequel to The Female Alpha) novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Illusions

Abhay’s P.O.V

For a couple of seconds, I felt flabbergasted.

Yes, I was a healthy male of twenty seven years but I’ve never imagined myself naked and in bed with any women. I was brought up with parents who had taught me that in our culture, sex before marriage was not the right way to go about it. And I’d always believed in that principle.

Yes, I’ve had a couple of relationships in my life. Once when I was in high school, with a girl about three years younger than me, we had drifted apart after I left school to join college. My second relationship had been in my second year of college, with a girl in my class who had shared my enthusiasm for photography. But we too had drifted apart right after I’d landed a job at Lifestyle Magazine as an intern and she had left for Calcutta to work for The Daily Telegraph.

But I’ve never had any physical relationships with either of my ex’s. We had kissed, yes, I wasn’t that much of a saint, but we have never gone farther than that. And after landing my job I had been too busy with my job to actually get into any kind of relationship. There was a dream house that I wanted to built, a dream car I had to purchase and I had also planned several trips to foreign lands that would never be fulfilled if I didn’t have money in my pocket. Five years of continuous work without taking any vacations, I was almost close enough to achieving my first goal and I also had some extra bucks in my wallet to afford a foreign tour; women had been the farthest thought in my mind. And then in walks a foreigner with silver hair and all my restrains fly out the window.

Never in my life have I ever had such a visceral reaction to someone. It was almost like what I was seeing was real. The touch of my fingers on her pale white skin, the feel of her plump, pink lips on mine…it was like I could feel her right now, as if she were a part of me…which was very absurd and creepy because I’d just met the woman. I’d have known if I had ever had a relationship with a woman that gorgeous.

But there was something about her that kept nagging on my senses. As I watched a waiter drift t towards the women, after a hard fight at the back with the others on who would take their order, he immediately took a couple steps back as soon as that icy blue gaze landed on him. There was an underlying sense of danger to her, to both the women. Like, despite the quiet demeanor, they were capable of a lot of violence.

Once again, that thought left me stunned. I had hardly laid my eyes on the women and yet here I was, making ridiculous assumptions while sitting idly by and letting my food get cold.

“Bring us some laal maas and four thepla’s. And two glasses of Chaach!” The Gujarati girl ordered and my eyebrows disappeared into my hairline.

Thepla’s, a kind of flat bread made from various spices and herbs, was spicy all by itself. To add laal mass with that, a red meat curry that was marinated completely with red hot peppers before cooking, therefore gaining the name laal maas because of it vibrant red color…I took a couple sips of my chaach to cool myself off on their behalf.