REJECTED: The Alpha Behind The Mask

Victoria’s POV

“Who does he think he is.” I murmured in anger as I kept on cleaning the glasses. How dare he think he can just say those words to me and think I will accept it just like that. I groaned and picked up another glass. Cleaned the glass with anger and kept it back on the bar.

“Hey.” I veered around and saw it was DOM Eli by the mask he was putting on. My anger increased, but I decided to keep calm and act professionally.

“Good day sir, what should I get you “. I asked with a fake smile on my face.

“Are you angry with me?” He asked while staring at me with those sets of sea-blue eyes I admire so much.

“Of course not. Why should I?” I spoke sarcastically.

He gazed at me and ran his fingers through his hair, but he did not say a word.

“What should I get you”. I inquired, again.

He groaned softly and stared at me for a while before speaking,

“Give me a bottle of vodka.”

“Alright”. I responded and made my way to the bar.

I took out a bottle of vodka and kept it in front of him. I was about to move away when he held my hand. His touch was so manly and warm that it felt like I was in a room filled up with warmers. The weather was freezing yet he was amazingly warm. Quickly, I snapped out of my thoughts and tried to take his grip off me, but his grip was too tight for me.

“What is the meaning of this”? I asked in rage. “Can you listen to me.” he spoke almost like a plead. “No, please let go of my hand.” I demanded, almost raising my voice, which made him nod his head and let go of my hand. “Can you at least listen to me.” He begged. “I’m sorry I can’t.” I uttered those words and walked away. Angrily, he kept some dollars on the table and went away with the bottle of vodka.

”Damn you.” I grunted out.

I still recall how he promised to take me home two weeks ago, only to have the guts to leave me stranded, and here he is after two weeks wanting to explain rubbish to me.

“A bottle of whiskey”. I heard a familiar voice behind me.

MI turned around and noticed it was DOM Tim. Happily, I smiled at him and rushed for his drink. With excitement, I placed it on the table and stared at him with curiosity. “Why are you staring at me.” He asked while avoiding my gaze.

“Are you okay, you haven’t been here for two weeks now.” I asked, concerned, which made him raise his eyebrows and held my gaze.

“And how is that your damn business.” He asked in a cold, irritated voice, which made me wonder why he was always pissed off.

“I was just being a good friend.” I murmured.

He chuckled at my words and eyed me with so much coldness in his eyes. “Friends?” He asked in a mockery voice, while I gulped nervously and looked away.

I heard him scoff and poured the drink into a glass, and took a sip of it.

“How is your hand?” I asked while I gazed at his injured hand, but to my surprise it was all gone and no mark on it. “You healed fast”. I murmured, stunned.

He stared at me coldly and took another sip of his drink.

I sighed and thought it was best I keep my distance from him, realizing he was also a werewolf and could harm me. But a thought came up, which made me inhale deeply and stood before him.

He groaned angrily and stared at me with so much anger that I felt my legs quiver. ”What the fuck is your problem”, he demanded in anger.

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“I want to ask you some questions and probably ask for your help.” I pleaded those words in fear.

“My help ?” He asked while staring at me with anger.

”Yes, your help.” I replied.

He did not say a word, rather he took a sip of his drink and stared at me with those cold green eyes.”Speak.” His word came as an order.

I took a deep breath and gathered the courage to speak up. “You are also a werewolf. Right?” I asked with a pounding heart.

He locked eyes with me and I could see how angry he was at my words.

“Listen, I won’t tell anyone, believe me “. I kept my finger on my throat, indicating I was saying the truth. “If you are keeping it a secret, that’s fine, I just need your help”. I murmured.

“Dumb.” he snickered softly and took a sip of his drink. I was angry with his words, but I held back my anger. After all, I needed his help.

“A glass of cocktail.” A submissive signaled to me.

“I’ll be back.” I muttered those words to him and went to serve the sub.

After serving the sub, I went back to where DOM Tim was seated, but he was no longer there. I only found some dollars on the table. Angrily, I picked up the cash from the table and kept it in my drawer.

“Vicky, the manager asked me to send for you, he is outside waiting for you.” A sub announced to me. “Alright.” I locked my drawer and left the bar stand to meet the manager.

I went outside but couldn’t see him anywhere. I grumbled and was about to make my way back to the club, when a warm hand held me back. I turned around and saw that it was DOM Eli.

“Let go of my hand.” I spoke angrily,

“I want you to fucking listen to me.” He ordered, frustration. “I don’t want to. Get off from me “. I murmured in fear, and tried to free his grip on me, but he forcefully pushed me to the wall, while I noticed his sea-blue eyes were darker.

“Shit”. I murmured because I knew I was in trouble.

“Stay away from her.” A familiar voice yelled behind DOM Eli. Reluctantly, he let go of my hands and moved away from me.

I peeped at the person and realized it was DOM Tim.

I held his angry gaze and happily flashed him a big smile.