Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The first man I had sex with was my high school boyfriend. He’d convinced me to give it up then broke up with me right after. He had a list of girls he wanted to get with, turns out I made that list.

After it, I’d learnt that men have a wow factor! Each man has something they’re incredibly good at. Flirting, sex, being charming, being mysterious, hot, and the list goes on. However I haven’t met a man who ticked all the boxes for me. Especially not one I could study just from his bedroom technique. But him, the man in the mask. Goddess help me!!

Flashback:

I could feel the heat radiating off him as he leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls from everyone outside still drunk and celebrating. However, all my attention was fixed on this hot stranger. And on the big cock currently staring at me.

His eyes burned into mine.

“Are you always this curious, or is it just me?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

“Just you. I have to know what I’m working with,” I replied, a confident grin stretching across my lips.

His smirk deepened, and I could see the restrained power in him, like a coiled spring ready to unleash. “You think you can handle it?”

“Challenge accepted.” My heart raced as I took him deeper, the salty taste of him filling my senses. I savored every moment, drawing out each reaction from him, each shudder sending a thrill coursing through me. His breath hitched, the control he held slipping just a bit.

“Damn, you’re good,” he said, the words a deep growl that sent shivers down my spine.

I took that as a challenge, growing bolder. Pulling back slightly, I locked eyes with him, mischief dancing in my gaze. “You’re not so bad yourself, masked man. Think you can keep up?”

He didn’t respond verbally; instead, he shifted his weight, his hands finding my waist and gripping firmly, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulled me up. I gasped as I was suddenly straddling him, the power dynamic shifting in an instant.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said, his voice steady and commanding. With a swift motion, he flipped us over, pinning me beneath him. The weight of him pressed against me, a delicious mix of strength and raw control.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes darkening as he took in every inch of me. “You’re going to take this, understand?”

I nodded, breathless, the thrill of being completely at his mercy making my heart race. “Yes.”

His smile was predatory, a promise of what was to come. He took my hand, guiding it to my hair, letting me feel the weight of his gaze on me as I tangled my fingers in my strands.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, filled with authority. Then, without warning, he gripped my hair tightly, using it to guide my movements up and down his length.

I gasped at the sensation, a mix of pleasure and pain that only heightened my desire. My body responded instinctively, arching into him as he controlled the rhythm, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me.

“Just like that,” he urged, his eyes locked on mine, his intensity making my pulse quicken. “You’re doing so well.”

With every movement, I could see the satisfaction in his gaze, the way he reveled in my submission. It was intoxicating, and I craved more of him, more of this raw, unfiltered connection we were building.

“Are you ready for what comes next?” he asked, a challenge in his voice, one that I felt deep in my bones.

“Yes,” I breathed, ready to surrender to whatever he had in store for us.

—

I woke up in an empty bed with a serious headache. Lookin at my clothes squirted all over the floor, I realize that my flashback wasn’t some stupid thing. It was real. I’d had a one night stand with a handsome stranger and I didn’t even know his face. Not just that, but none of us knew what the other looked like.

As I took off the mask, I stared down at my watch before jumping out of bed. “Fuck!’’ I cursed under my breath. I’m late.

Putting my clothes back on, a knock sounds on my door. “Breakfast!’’ Someone says.

I rush to open it, offering a polite smile.

“I’m sorry but I didn’t order any..’’

“You boyfriend did. He paid for the hotel and ordered you room service.’’

Oh wow, how sweet.

“Uhm, thank you, but I’m in a hurry.’’ I jolted past her while I struggled to zip up my pants. I made a decision yesterday, today, I’d move ahead with my plan.

I needed nothing more than my sword. I was a trained fighter. Straight from the training program at the temple, I’d avenge my sister's death. Last night was a chance to drown away my sorrow. Ofcourse, getting my brains fucked worked just the same.

Fuck! Why am I still thinking about this stranger? I have a mate. The very man I plan on killing. Alpha Roman!

I still remember his neutral expression when he shook my head and offered condolences for my sister’s death. As if he’s not the one who had her killed.

As I rushed down the road and into my cafe, I picked up my sword in the back rooms. Mother was already in the kitchen with Anna, playing with the door and preparing pastries.

“You’re really going on with this?’’ My mother said, her eyes already teary.

“I’m sorry mom. But I can’t let that bastard get away with what he did.’’

She was silent. Then, she came to me and hugged me. For the first time, I allowed myself to weep in her arms. Not so much that I broke down and forgot my agenda.

“Is there anyway I can change your mind?’’ She asked, I shook my head.

“Aunt Jacky. Please don’t go. Don’t die like mommy.’’ Anna cried as she tagged my pants. I bent down, kissing the top of her head.

Not wanting to linger on too long, I turned to my heel and headed out the kitchen. In the coffee area, the customers were all staring at me. One by one, each raised their cups of coffee and shook their heads at me.

“Give them hell peaches.’’ Grandpa Max, an older man whom I’d give free coffee, said with a smile. The rest of the cafe uproar. “We’re all with you.’’

It was good to see someone support this stupid decision. I knew I was going to die out there. I believe it. However, I’ve come to realize that sometimes, the moon goddess doesn’t give us a mate so we can love them. For Alpha Roman, it was my responsibility as his mate to rescue the world of his cruelty and tyranny. Even if I died in the process.

While I rode to the battle grounds, I thought about my sister. Three years ago, Eloise joined the trials believing she would give her daughter a better life. She fought with everything she had. Everyone knew she would win, but instead, Alpha Roman sent someone to kill her in cold blood and film it for everyone to see.

I would make him pay.

As I entered the gates of the mighty Luna trials, I spotted the receptionist. A pretty blonde filing her nails and chewing gum loudly. She looked up at me, rolled her eyes as if I disappointed her.

“I’m here to register for the mate trials.’’