2-An Alpha Cannot Love A Human

Yuna:

“Please let me go, I am not eighteen—,” I begged as I felt his hand grab my shirt and lift it from the back.

My body felt the disgust from his touch, and I started to gag while he leaned on top of me from behind, his hand quickly reaching over my panties to pull them down. I could hear him breathing and grunting in my ear, and it made me completely lose my sanity.

I felt sick as his saliva dripped onto my shoulder, and then he stuck out his tongue and licked my cheek.

“Ahh! Stop struggling,” he growled in his nasty voice, making me feel even more revolted. He had one of my hands pinned to the table while I fought off his other hand trying to rip my dress.

But it was so damn hard to fight him. I could barely reach his hand with my fragile fingers.

However, the moment he grabbed my panties, I felt a force yank him off me. I was still in a panic, so I scrambled onto the ground, crawling away from him.

It took me a second to realize that he had been pulled away by none other than Denzel.

“How fucking dare you!” I watched Denzel throw him to the ground, climb on top of him, and repeatedly punch him, knocking him unconscious. But that didn’t stop him.

Mrs. Phyllis returned with the empty tray and knelt beside me to comfort me. I quickly buried myself in her embrace, still shaking miserably.

“Alpha Denzel—don’t lose your composure,” his mother arrived just in time to stop her son before he killed the man right then and there.

Denzel got up and fixed his hair, his eyes searching for me in the corner of the kitchen. Before he could reach for me, his mother stole his attention.

“What were you doing?” she asked, her voice cautious as she glanced around, worried about how others would see her son if they witnessed him defending a human girl and attacking his own kind.

At that moment, I truly expected Denzel to come and hold me in his arms for comfort. I wanted it so badly.

But of course, I was just a mere human—someone he was too afraid to be caught with.

“She is not eighteen yet, Mother. He would have gotten us in trouble. Remember, we have a treaty with other creatures that we will not break the universal rules,” Denzel spoke in his deep voice, unable to admit that the real reason he beat that man was that he dared to touch his woman.

I didn’t know why, but his words shattered me instantly.

Mrs. Phyllis helped me to my feet as Lady Andrea turned to look at me.

“Take this filth away from here. If she isn’t eighteen, she shouldn’t be brought anywhere near us. She could have gotten my son in trouble,” she yelled at me, showing no compassion for a girl who had just been assaulted by one of their own.

And what hurt me the most was that all Denzel could do was look away.

All my hopes had been crushed tonight.

“Apologize, Yuna,” Mrs. Phyllis whispered in my ear.

I nodded instantly, even though I had so much to say to the woman before me.

“I am sorry,” I said, my head down, tears brimming in my eyes.

“We have delivered the wines, we shall be leaving now,” Mrs. Phyllis urged for the payment, and with a hand gesture to her warrior, Lady Andrea conveyed the orders to him.

“Let’s go, everyone is waiting for you to have a drink with Sharlin,” his mother walked away with her head high while my eyes remained locked on Denzel’s face.

Mrs. Phyllis had started dealing with the warrior, counting the money he handed her. It was the perfect moment for Denzel to come up to me or at least say something.

But he just stood there, his jaw clenched, and then followed his mother.

Oh, my heart!

I felt like a fool. A human girl dreaming of marrying an alpha—I was delusional, and I learned it that night.

“Let’s go, Yuna,” Mrs. Phyllis brought me back to reality with a gentle tap on the back of my hand.

With tears still in my eyes, I began to follow her, my head hung low. While walking through the corridors, I caught a glimpse of Denzel with Sharlin.

He was able to laugh and sip the wine my mother had prepared—without a single thought of me.

“It was such a heavy night,” Mrs. Phyllis let out the breath she had been holding once we were out of the mansion.

“Aunt Phyllis, can you please not tell Mom about this incident? She will be very upset and cautious, and you know I have to do this job so that she doesn’t have to run around and do everything on her own,” I requested in a gentle tone.

Thankfully, she agreed with a nod.

However, the moment we stepped off the big staircase of the porch, a royal carriage arrived, and Mrs. Phyllis grabbed my hand, pushing me behind her to hide me from the prying eyes.

Out came a tall, handsome man—not just anyone, but Denzel’s younger stepbrother.

Prince Kedron got off the carriage with his friends, all smiles, dressed in royal suits.

I knew I had to hide from their eyes.

He was the exact opposite of Denzel.

Kedron was a nightmare to humans. He would occasionally roam human areas just to terrorize them. He and his friends thought it was the funniest thing ever.

“Ahhh! A fucking human—” his friend yelled at Mrs. Phyllis, who squared her shoulders even more to make sure I wasn’t in view.

Kedron wore a pristine white tailcoat, its gold embroidery catching the light with every movement. The fitted waistcoat beneath, decorated with matching gold patterns and ornate buttons, added to his regal presence. Delicate lace peeked from the cuffs of his sleeves as he moved, and the high collar of his ruffled shirt framed his sharp features. At his throat, a vintage brooch rested against the soft fabric—a small but striking detail. His black trousers grounded the ensemble, a bold contrast to the elegance above.

He was tall, probably over 6 feet 7, looking like a beast. Among humans, he was known as the gray-eyed demon.

They had started walking toward the stairs, so we began to walk away—but not before I made a comment about him.

“I hope he never gets to be the Alpha King,” I hissed, taking my anger out on the wrong brother.

However, I forgot—this demon wasn’t just a werewolf. He was a hybrid.

His vampire senses picked up my words, and he stopped dead in his tracks, making my eyes go wide at what I had just done.

He turned very deliberately, his glare shifting from Mrs. Phyllis to me.

There was something in his silent gaze that told me he would come for me very soon. That is what he does, he goes out hunting like a predator every evening.