Chapter 4

Eva's POV

My eyes widened - a normal reaction. But how did he know? Did he run tests on me? Did he access my memories? Did he use black magic on me? How did he find out...?

"Eva..." Suddenly, Alexander took my hand to kiss my back tenderly. Affection and concern poured out of his being, soaking into my skin. I was appalled. Why was he doing this to me?

"Before I confirm...how did you find out?" I asked, my voice weak and breaking.

"You do realize this question confirms my statement, doesn't it?" He barely whispered. Tears welled in my eyes, knowing I'd failed to keep a secret.

"Who did this to you...?" Thumb rubbing tenderly on my skin, Alpha Alexander queried. It put me on a pedestal.

"Why do you want to know?" I asked.

"Because..." My eyebrows furrowed at his half-answer. Because of what? Why was he hesitant?

"Because you are a part of MY pack. I have concerns." I heard him say.

"You won't like hearing the things I've gone through," I said, still staring intently at my intertwined fingers.

Alexander pulled my chin up, once again.

"Trust me, I can handle it. I'm more mature than you think." He said. A sharp scoff mixed with laughter rushed out of my mouth.

"You're going to hate me. For how weak I was." I said, this time, looking straight into his amber eyes. I hadn't noticed how amber his eyes were before. They're golden, like the receding rays of sunlight at golden hour. I hadn't spoken until he blinked, bringing me back to reality.

"I'm not capable of hating anyone." He answered. My face softened for the first time in a while. His words, although direct and persuasive, made me want to believe in him.

And so I did. Wearing my heart on my sleeves.

"...I was thirteen when it started. He was a reputed member of our pack. Someone close to Alpha rank." I said, sharing not many details. He couldn't have guessed right away, but I knew who I was talking about.

"The air shifted, and I had just started bleeding between my legs. My pheromones, as he said, were incredibly inviting. He was seventeen, I was thirteen." Not a drop of tear cascaded down my eye.

I remembered that day like the back of my hand.

It was pouring as though the God of Thunder was about to descend. The clouds clapped continuously, lightning strikes illuminated the sky for an eternity. Each drop of rain disturbed the surface of the lake, wherein he and I had sex for the first time.

You could've guessed by now.

The boy who took my virginity was none other than...Damien.

'You smell so good, Eva...' his voice wasn't as manly back then. I moaned, feeling my womanhood being stretched by his soft manhood.

'It feels...good...' I moaned.

It was consensual.

And it was just the beginning.

Damien and I frequently disappeared from the training grounds to mate even apart from our heats and ruts. It felt amazing. It felt even more amazing to know we were doing it behind everyone's backs.

Every nook and corner of the packhouse was marked with our scent of sex...it gave us indescribable nirvana.

As we grew up, the frequency came down gradually. We weren't humping each other like horny rabbits anymore. The dynamic shifted because Damien was assuming the role of an Alpha.

An affair with the Beta's daughter wouldn't do him good. Or that's what I thought.

Since that day, something shifted in him. Damien started seeing me less and less. When I invited him to my room just to hang out or talk, he refused. Slowly, he started distancing himself from me. I hated that.

I wanted our friendship back. I wanted him to open up and tell me what went wrong. None of that happened.

Because the day I turned seventeen, Damien spread the rumor around the pack that I wasn't a virgin.

I was taken aback and shunned.

'She's driven by lust at such a young age? Is she even Elizabeth's daughter? Was she adopted?' Others talked behind my back.

The heaviest hit was taken by my mother, Elizabeth Maxwell. She didn't curse me out, nor did she deny the existence of the curse on her daughter. Driven by lust, they said.

Since then, my mother had drowned herself in work and Damien cut me out of his life completely - only turning himself hostile towards me in the end.

"...that's what happened to me," I said, wiping my tears.

"I'm sorry for who he has become. All you wanted was companionship, which he failed to give." Alexander brushed the hair out of my eyes as he whispered.

"But...The internal scars. I don't understand that." Said he. A hard lump formed in my throat. Did I have to explain it to him? That a young woman's body is totally different from a grown, reproductive woman's body?

"Well...remember how I said we used to...engage a lot?" He nodded, "A lot in the sense...7 times a day. For three years."

Alexander's eyes widened.

A bitter laugh poured out of my mouth, "You can judge me all you want." I declared.

"I'm not here to judge you. Ironically, I'm not here to judge that man who kept going even when he knew you weren't...ready for him." He said. I understood what he meant. Suddenly, I started sobbing my heart out.

"I didn't know how to differentiate between pain and pleasure...I thought they were the same...!" I cried. My face was buried in my hands as I sobbed ridiculously.

"Shush..." Alexander wrapped big warm arms around me. As if a blanket was thrown over me, a heavy, breathing blanket, I felt his warmth soak in.

"It's late...I've got to get some rest. You need to, too. Tomorrow morning, the female healer will help you heal from within. The damages are ghastly." He said.

"T-Thank you. Goodnight." I said and watched him go.

He closed the door with a smile, I switched the lights off after attempting to smile back. An attempt. It's as though I forgot how to smile.

However...as I was on the brink of slumber, I felt something around me.

A warm arm...but how was that possible? I watched Alexander leave. Horror struck me when I realized!

"What...AH!!!"

I screamed!