1-Forced To Show My Beautiful Pussy

Yuna:

My eyes sparkled at the sight of young Alpha Denzel in white royal attire. He wore a crown on his head as he greeted the council and other high-ranking werewolves.

"Yuna! Stop peeking. If they smell a human, they will go crazy," Mrs. Phyllis warned me. She was another human like me and worked in my mother's tavern with me.

"He looks so graceful," I said, watching him with longing eyes.

"Alpha Denzel? He is a good one. Sadly, his mother had to share her mate with a maid," Mrs. Phyllis scoffed at Denzel's stepmother, whose acceptance left Denzel's mother silently rejected, even when it wasn’t official. Lord Whitlock would barely ever look at his fated mate and focused on his second mate instead.

But Denzel and his stepbrother never seemed to have any bad blood. They didn’t let the rivalry between their mothers get in the way of their brotherhood.

Denzel was two years older than his brother and one of the best among them.

"He will hopefully find his mate tonight," Mrs. Phyllis said, breaking my heart. She grabbed the tray of wine my mother prepared and left the kitchen to hand it over to the Omegas who worked as servers for the night.

It was a royal ball planned for the two princes.

Every time Denzel attended a ball, my heart would skip a beat in fear of him finally finding a mate. He was now 23, and still hadn't felt a mate bond with anyone.

I lowered my head and sighed when someone grabbed me by the back of my neck, turned me around in haste, and pressed his lips against mine without warning.

However, I didn’t have to push him away or fight for freedom. I wanted our lips to stay together forever. But our relationship was a forbidden one.

"Denzel," I whispered as he broke the kiss and smiled at me with his beautiful eyes.

"You shouldn’t have come here, my love. This place is filled with people who hate humans," he cupped my face in his hands, speaking in his rich accent.

"I had to see you. I was afraid tonight might be the night you find your mate," I whispered, tears forming in my eyes. He pressed his lips against mine to comfort me.

"That will never happen. I told you, I only love you. No matter who my parents want, I will only choose you," he soothed me, but it didn’t help that he still couldn't tell either of his parents about me.

"Just give me some time, and I promise I will talk to my mom and convince my father. Right now, Mom doesn’t want me to pick someone ranked lower than my brother’s future mate. But things will change eventually," he said softly, his eyes on my lips.

I wanted to believe him so badly, but rumors were spreading that his mother was aggressively searching for a powerful mate for him.

As he leaned in to kiss me again, an interruption made him step away from me instantly.

"Denzel!" His mother appeared, looking for him. She sighed at the sight of him before sniffing the air. Catching my scent, she quickly covered her nose to block out my disgusting human smell.

"Ugh! Back off, you filth. Why are you standing so close to my son and rubbing your scent off on him?" She stepped between us, her voice angelic, but her words and tone were bitter.

She was truly gorgeous and had been through a lot at the hands of her mate. But she also saw humans as disgusting beings who shouldn't be living among the almighty werewolves.

I watched her hold Denzel's hand and walk him to the side. What hurt the most was that Denzel didn’t even stand up for me.

I knew he said we should stay low-key, but couldn't he have defended me in any way possible?

It was his mother in front of him—I was sure she wouldn't kill him if he defends me.

"Come, let me introduce you to the Alpha's daughter. Sharlin is an amazing alpha, come!" his mother started dragging him away from me and toward the main hall.

My heart skipped a beat at her words.

She was going to introduce him to an alpha she-wolf, just like she had been searching for.

I watched him leave with his mother and then stand face-to-face with a breathtakingly gorgeous she-wolf—a higher-ranked woman. She looked elegant, and her beautiful light blue gown hugged her curves perfectly. My hands flew to my old, worn-out brown dress with an apron on it, and a sigh escaped my lips.

I watched him get cozy with her—one hand on her waist and the other holding her hand. The two danced to the music while everyone gathered around them, watching in awe.

It was unfair to my heart. Why couldn’t I be with the man I loved?

Denzel was my everything. I couldn't imagine my life without him.

While I was in tears, watching him dance with someone superior to me, I didn’t realize I was being watched myself.

"What is a gorgeous human like you doing here?" I heard a commanding, powerful voice from behind me as someone sniffed through my hair for my scent.

My heart sank in my chest, and my hands turned into fists. Instinctively, I stepped away and turned around to look at him.

It was one of the betas from some pack. I had seen him in the tavern a few times, and he was known for forcing women into giving him pleasure.

He was nasty and much older. My mother would push me into the kitchen to hide from his eyes whenever he visited our tavern for drinks.

"Look at you, aren’t you too beautiful for a human girl?" he licked his bottom lip, rubbing his chin as he stepped toward me.

"I was just leaving," I uttered, gulping with difficulty. I should have stayed hidden like I was told.

"Not until you show me your beautiful pussy," he suddenly grabbed me by the back of my neck and shoved me against the table, bending me by force and lifting my dress.

It was the worst feeling ever.

I had come here to catch a glimpse of the love of my life, not to lose my virginity in the worst way possible.