The Alpha's Seduction (The Forbidden Mates Book 1)
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The Alpha’s Seduction
By
Larose Semsem
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
PROLOGUE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Epilogue: Tattoo
PROLOGUE
I was idly sitting on my chair; at the only available desk I had found when I first entered the classroom this morning; the one at the very back.
Not that I was complaining, mind you! No, not at all.
I didn’t like being in front, way too close to the teacher. The middle offered one major inconvenience; I would be surrounded by other classmates from all sides, which was not what one would be willing to go through if they were the second-to-biggest loner of the school. These were the reasons why the desk at the back suited me just fine.
I was not antisocial or anything, it’s just that I earned the right to be at this school; an honorable private school that I wouldn’t have been able to even dream of because of its expensive fee.
But, lucky for me, I was a brilliant student.
The communication problem I shared with my classmates might be due to the fact that I was a little younger than them. Most of them were seventeen or eighteen, whereas I had still to turn sixteen. The fact that I skipped a grade or two may influence their judgment. And then, there was the fact that I actually had a scholarship to be among these snobs.
So not easy to make friends, I inwardly sighed.
My family wasn’t poor – my mother was a nurse and my father a cop. I had two brothers; Jeremy, the older one, was now at the local college, studying mathematics; whereas Jake, my little baby-bro, was in 7th grade.
So yeah, I led a pretty normal life, with a slightly unusual curriculum.
I had some friends from my old school, but here I mostly stuck to the loner tag. It was easier that way. I slid through the crowd unnoticed, ignored, and it suited me. No attention, no boys, no drama, no troubles!
But what I, Jasmine Peterson, didn’t know at the very moment, was that my nice little routine was about to change.
This was the day that changed my simple life irreversibly.
This was the day that witnessed the sealing of my fate.
This was the day that I was sure to never forget –ever!
This was September 3rd, the 1st day back at school... the day that Jonathan first came into my life.
And this is my story.
Chapter 1
Jonathan
Murmurs and excited giggles were all over the classroom. By the time the third period began, the female population of the school was in a state of frenzy.
Why, you would ask?
Were they having a class trip? No.
Would the school have to close for reparations or something? No.
Would there be a big party – where they could shamelessly expose more flesh than they covered with some provocative dress? Again, no.
There was a new student – as simple as that!
Word was that he was one fine specimen – some even said drop-dead gorgeous. That was the reason for their thrill, as shallow as that may seem.
“He can have me anytime anywhere,” I heard one of the girls confess dreamily earlier, her voice quaking.
I just hastily made a beeline to my desk – at the back, my favorite spot – almost afraid of being contaminated with their way of thinking.
And it was frightening, to have such low self-esteem. Unbelievable!
One of the wannabe-cheerleaders sighed breathlessly, “I would die for him to acknowledge me. A stare would melt my insides, a wink would take me to the sky... a touch, I dare not think about that.”
Yeah, let’s not, I wanted to scoff at the drama club member, but ruthlessly squashed the urge to do so, efficiently keeping my mouth shut. I didn’t want attention and I most definitely did not want to get myself in any unnecessary trouble.
But, seriously; what the hell, man? I could not understand those girls even if I did my best trying – not that I wanted to, to be honest.
The teacher came in, and instantly, the bubble of excitement dulled, and the giggles subsided until there were no other sounds but those necessary to our lives –our breathing.
Yes, the teacher was strict like that. He wouldn’t start his lesson until he was sure he had everyone’s full attention; and just then, he had it.
As soon as he greeted us, there was a knock on the door, followed by the late entry of a boy whom I had never seen before... but then again, I never paid much attention to the faces I bumped into in the hallways. And he was just that, another face.
“You’re late,” the teacher barked angrily.
“I’m new, and I was lost,” came the defensive drawl.
His voice was quite deep, like a bedroom voice, probably gained after countless trainings to have such perfection. Well, maybe not perfection, but still... I heard the girls in the classroom sigh in bliss or maybe was it lust – though possibly both – so I could only guess it gave the desired effect.
I looked at his face. He was not the usual blonde boy, nor was he strikingly handsome. He had a square hard jaw with high cheekbones, black hair that was spiked up somehow messily and flawless tanned skin.
I saw his eyes narrow ever-so-slightly right before he shifted his electric-blue gaze from the girl who was already shamelessly flirting with him, right in front of his tall standing form, in the front row. His eyes locked mine captive for seconds before I averted my gaze, internally scolding myself for staring at him like that – like all the other girls.
Admittedly, he was something all right. But that was no reason to stare at him like that.
I’m sure he has an ego big enough; no need to boost it further, I thought bitterly, angry with myself for checking him out, before settling for a reasonable excuse that seemed to appease my mind. I had merely been getting to know my new classmate, or so I tried to convince myself. I was just a curious little thing, nothing more... Yeah, I had no interest in him whatsoever.
The teacher asked him to take a seat wherever he wanted. There were some desks available; three near some all too eager girls, and one beside a boy – with an equally big ego – who was sitting two desks ahead of me.
Surprisingly, he headed to that one last desk, before grabbing it and effortlessly pulling it up over his head, making a show of rippling muscles for the greedy eyes of those shallow girls as he walked straight towards me.
What the hell is he doing? I thought, panic rising within me.
He put the desk right beside mine, too close for my liking, yet with enough room for a person to slide in between.
“What do you think you’re doing?” The outrage couldn’t be clearer in the teacher’s voice.
Yeah, just what do you think you’re doing? I wanted to repeat but refrained from doing so, not wanting to draw attention to myself.
“I like the back,” The new student stated matter-of-factly. I felt his eyes upon me; and I all but winced at the scrutiny I was being subjected to.
I felt other stares and was almost petrified to notice the envy, the jealousy and the warning looming in the eyes of probably all of my female classmates. I stiffened before shifting uncomfortably in my seat, fidgeting with my hands nervously at the unwanted display of attention.
Here goes my comfortable little routine, I inwardly sighed, trying –and succeeding– to ignore his hot stare the best way I could.
Fortunately, the teacher clapped his hands to have the classroom’s attention back and the lesson soon started.
My perfect little plan of “No attention, no boys, no drama, no troubles” seemed so far away right now; I almost wanted to cry – almost.
He had already granted me the first forbidden fruit.
How long would it take for him to break my other resolutions? I couldn’t be less sure. I only knew I would most definitely not succumb to him. If he thought I was one of those easy, shallow girls who would stop at nothing to have his attention, who would just throw themselves at him, he had another thing coming.
“I’m Jonathan,” he whispered to me.
A small hum in acknowledgment was all he got in response as I stubbornly kept my gaze on the teacher lecturing us.
Chapter 2
Confrontation
It was finally noon, and I wasn’t ashamed to say I have been avoiding the new guy like the plague. It was not an act of cowardice, mind you; I just needed time to prepare myself for the confrontation which would be coming soon. I was retreating to strike harder, just like a runner who takes a few steps back to jump better.
Besides, let’s face it; girls were surrounding him all the time like vultures or bodyguards, I couldn’t decide – though I thought it was rather the former. And for once, I was not disgusted by their behavior, I felt actually grateful.
I entered the cafeteria and instantly felt uncomfortable with all the unusual staring I earned. I bought my food hastily before heading towards the table I had become now used to.
There, I found a blond-haired guy with green smoldering eyes who was approximately my age. He outstretched his hands when he saw me, and I put my tray on the table before hugging him tightly.
“We have lunch together?” I exclaimed happily.
“Yes, isn’t that cool?” He replied cheerily.
“It’s more than cool! It’s freaking awesome, Seth!” I cried out, contented against his chest.
He chuckled softly and was going to say something before we heard a deep weird noise that sounded somehow like a growl.
We moved apart before staring at the glaring raven boy.
Argh, Jonathan! I should have guessed.
Can’t a girl have a break or something? I didn’t even do a thing to have him on my back –metaphorically speaking, of course! I inwardly sighed.
“A friend of yours?” Seth asked me in a soft tone, his voice dripping with affected politeness.
“Uh-uh,” I instantly denied while sitting on the chair opposite him. “Just ignore him,” I added calmly, giving him a “don’t-ask” look.
Seth just shrugged before sitting at the table with me, whereas he stood still, clenching and unclenching his fists for some time before saying in a hoarse voice, “We had history together!”
Huh? My mind went blank for a second before I realized he was talking about the class. He sure has a way with words, I internally mused.
“That doesn’t make you my friend,” I told him flatly, chewing idly on my slice of pizza, not even sparing him one glance.
It almost surprised me how easy it seemed to speak with him that way. Though I wasn’t one to be rude generally, I just couldn’t help it with him, it seemed.
“I spoke with you,” he said, irritation taking over his features.
“No, you spoke to me, and I ignored you!” I answered him, using my sweetest voice while throwing him a pointed look.
He huffed angrily before leaning to me growling the words, “You hugged him!”
“I know him,” I answered him straight away, outraged at the unjustified accusation.
“Dude, back off!” Seth’s voice was soft, but the warning was quite clear behind his words.
Jonathan glared at him briefly before spitting out a venom-coated “I haven’t addressed you.” He then turned back to me.
That last sentence did it. I slammed my hand on the table, got up, looked him dead in the eyes, then asked him icily, stressing out each word, “What is your problem?”
He didn’t get the chance to answer me because a shriek came out from behind him, “Oh Johnny, here you are!”
I looked at the blonde girl rubbing her hand seductively on his arm. She was wearing an outfit that screamed slut; a pencil skirt and a strapless top two sizes too small with lots and lots of make-up. Just so happens that she’s the captain of the cheerleaders. Yeah, I was studying in land stereotypes... please note the joy.
“What do you want?” Came his calm drawl as he looked at her quizzically.
“You promised you would sit with me!” She whined, pursing her lips.
“Yeah? Well, I forgot.”
Was it just me or did he just sound annoyed?
Oh no! She’s so not going to like that.
“How could you forget me?” She paused before adding with disdain, “and go after this!” She finished, pointing at me and eying me as if I was scum.
I simply rolled my eyes at her, not bothering to answer. She was just too silly sometimes.
“Did you just activate your bitch-mode?” Seth taunted her, smirking.
“Oh, screw you!” She spat out, her eyes spitting fire.
He chuckled then told her calmly, “No, thanks. Been there, done that,” he paused before adding in a voice dripping with sarcasm, “on my first day here.”
She huffed dismissively –though her cheeks caught a slight pink shade– then stormed off dragging away – and I was glad – a confused-looking Jonathan.
“I still cannot believe you did her,” I told him, still laughing after her retreat.
“Even I don’t!” he choked on his words, barely managing to get them out correctly in between his chuckles.
“But that guy is so weird,” he said calmly after getting under control his fit of laughter.
“Yeah, tell me about it.”
He was weird, irritating and troublesome. I didn’t need to get the sexy new student’s attention.
Wait. I did not just say he’s sexy – I mean, I might have but I didn’t mean it like that.
It’s just that he is sexy all right, I’m sure everybody thinks so... and let’s admit it, I would be a fool to say otherwise, or blind to think differently; but like hell am I going to tell him that!
Chapter 3
The News
Be patient. You’ll see the light soon.
Be patient. The end is just around the corner.
Not much more to wait.
Here it comes,
RING! All of the school's bells lazily drawled in unison.
Finally, I exclaimed inwardly.
That final bell had been torturing me, it seemed that it couldn’t come soon enough and I was more than eager to be out of the classroom; out of the freaking school, and far, far away from this irritating, blue-eyed, raven-haired guy sitting right beside me. His eyes that had been practically boring holes in the side of my face fo
r what felt like ages would probably haunt me in my dreams tonight.
What was it with him and the staring? Continuously staring! It was getting creepy. I was starting to wonder whether I did anything at all to deserve this. I might have lied a couple of times – give or take – but that was no reason surely.
Of course, I’m no saint, but isn’t this a really tough punishment for a sin I can’t even remember doing? I don’t want to be stalked, not even if he looked like Brad Pitt.
My musings were getting out of the control; at times like this I could only wish we –humans– didn’t have the faculty to talk to ourselves mentally... Can’t the brain just shut up? You could use a rest, buddy!
I was storming out of the room when he caught my hand. Instantly, I felt like little shocks going under my skin, not the same you get when being electrified –and I should know since I’ve experienced that; blame the curiosity. They were rather pleasant, I had to admit.
I heard him sniff the air, and that was what made me recover my senses and pull my hand back. What is it? I had showered this morning; I can’t possibly stink, can I? I internally shook my head at my silliness then glared his way.
“What is it that you want, Johnny?” I could barely hold back the laughter bubbling inside of me at the face he pulled when I mimicked Samantha in calling him that.
“I... Err... do you think we could hang out later?” Who would have thought that the player could look like a nervous virgin? If the looks and the attitude were any indication, then nothing could be further from the truth.
But damn! Isn’t he a good actor? I thought, mid-amused, mid-irritated. That’s probably one of the necessary assets to be the ultimate player of the school.
“No can do,” I declined nonchalantly and was going to leave when I heard him question me again “Why?”
I wanted to shout, “Why do you care anyway?” but I couldn’t make a scene right then, right there. What, in front of all the students who were intently watching our exchange? I think I’ll pass.
I managed to tell him in a calm voice, “I already have plans with Seth.” It was not merely an excuse; we had agreed a week ago to meet with some friends from our old school.