Sex With The Alpha’s Son Novel – 1: Dear Diary ASIA’S POV Dear Diary, Today is my eighteenth Moonday. Tonight my wolf will finally be able to sense our mate. Oh Moon Goddess, please let it be Anton. He is the most amazing guy I have ever met. His brown eyes are to die for, and those lips are like the reddest cherry on top of an ice cream sundae. This is all I want most in this world, for Anton to be my mate and kiss me under the full moon. That would make me the happiest she-wolf alive. I closed my diary with a dramatic sigh just as I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I was panicking, so I quickly stuffed the little pink book into my old backpack and tiptoed to the door. I peeked through the crack, exhaling when I realized it was only Beatrice, the head maid. “That was close,” I muttered, grabbing the feather duster and pretending I had been working the whole time. I started cleaning Anton’s room, resisting the very real, very insane urge to open his drawer and sniff his underwear.
I had done that a few times before. Okay… I did it many times before. And I must admit, I didn’t think I had nothing to be ashamed of. Once, I nearly got caught by my supervisor, but luckily, she was too busy trying to get everything perfect to notice me clutching a pair of size-medium Fruit of the Looms like it was money. The memory made me grin so hard I was practically blushing. I was so lost in a haze of cotton and cologne that I didn’t hear the door open. “Asia!” Beatrice snapped. I jolted upright, dropping the duster. Beatrice was scowling like she always did when she was upset with me. And just so you know I had never seen that woman smile. Like ever. “Yes, ma’am?” I squeaked. “Stop your damn daydreaming and finish your chores!” she barked. “What the hell are you smiling about, anyway?” “Nothing, ma’am,” I said, plastering on the fakest serious face I could manage. “Right. Because being a damn servant ain’t nothing to smile about. We might be omegas, but we keep the wheels turning around here.
Stay on track and don’t lose focus.” “I won’t, ma’am. I promise to finish my chores on time today.” “Don’t make me regret giving you this promotion.” “Of course, ma’am. I won’t disappoint you.” I sure hoped not. Last month, two other girls and I were promoted to clean for the Beta family, which meant one glorious, beautiful thing… I now had access to Anton Sharptooth’s bedroom. I’d been in love with him since the moment I laid eyes on him. I was eight years old when his father, Beta Kendrick found me wandering in the woods. They said I was probably from a nearby pack that had been attacked by the Rogue Faction—a bunch of wild wolves who didn’t live by pack rules. The Beta brought me to Alpha Clayton and told him there were no survivors, just me. Since I smelled like an omega, the Alpha told the Beta to make arrangements for me to live in the orphanage so I could be trained to be a servant. That night, I slept in the Beta’s house. Anton, who was fifteen then came into the kitchen where I sat, starving and scared. He gave me an apple and told me I should eat it because I looked hungry.
That one tiny act of kindness was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me. The next morning, I had a meeting with the Alpha. He questioned me about what I saw during the attack, but honestly? Everything before I came to the Grecian Wolf Pack was a total blur. I told him I remembered nothing, which wasn’t a lie. I was thrown in Miss Beatrice’s protection after that, where I started at the bottom like everyone else, but now, at eighteen, I was almost at the top of the servant chain, cleaning for elite werewolf families. And this was about as good as it got for girls like me. I sighed, grateful for this opportunity to be cleaning Anton’s bathroom. The boy was gorgeous, but not exactly tidy. ‘It smells like death in here,’ my wolf, Lyria, gagged. ‘I know,’ I giggled. I grabbed a bucket of soap-water and bleach and got to work on the tub first, then the toilet. And let me just say—Anton needed to learn how to aim. It took me half an hour to get the piss stains out of that bowl. My eyes were watering, my arms ached, but I had to make this place spick and span.
I was down on my hands and knees, drying the last of the tile floor when I heard a loud sound. BAM. The bedroom door flung open. I froze, and my ears perked. I could hear female giggles followed by male grunts. My heart dropped into my butt. I knew those grunts. They belonged to Anton. “Heather, I should be at training right now,” he whispered. Of course, it had to be Heather. She was the Alpha’s son Conan’s girlfriend. Or… was. Conan was sent away for Alpha training a few days after I arrived. It was the way of the pack for the next in line to be sent away for training as soon as they turned eighteen, so that they could be prepared for taking over the pack someday. And Conan Godfrey was the next in line to take over the Grecian Wolf Pack. Growing up, I always heard that Heather would be his Luna one day, but she wasn’t waiting patiently for Conan’s return. She had been collecting his friends and other high-ranked wolves like Pokémon. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, so I peeked through the crack and saw Anton lying on the edge of the bed with his feet hanging off the side.
He was using his elbows to prop himself up. I bit my lip. He was looking sinfully good. I felt heartbroken that he was with another girl, but I had always known that he would never go for someone like me. An orphan omega who looked like a string bean with red, frizzy hair and no boobs. But a girl could still fantasize right? “I’ve been wanting to taste you since breakfast,” Heather purred. I rolled my eyes so hard I almost saw my past lives. I needed to get out of here and fast. But then she started unbuckling his pants, licking her lips like she was about to devour a triple cheeseburger. She sank to her knees in front of him. “You’re such a dirty slut,” Anton grunted. “I know, but you love it,” she giggled, pulling out his member. Oh. My. Dear Moon Goddess. What a beautiful piece of equipment. I gulped. My eyes went wide as Heather took him into her mouth like it was nothing. Nothing! I started flexing my own jaw, wondering if I could even fit that down my throat if I were in her place. My eyes traveled to Anton’s face, and the way his sculpted jaws were flexing and how hard his red lips were trembling woke something sexual inside of me.
There was this heat pooling between my legs and my tummy did a little flutter. That’s when I noticed both of them pausing and sniffing the air. Oh no. I bet they sensed my arousal. Anton shoved Heather off like a sack of potatoes and stood up, zipping up his pants. “I know you’re in there. Come out and show yourself,” he barked. Oh. Shit.