Alpha's Hidden Obsession (Poppy and Damon) novel Chapter 1

Poppy POV

As I passed through the corridor, my knees buckled as the air filled with rich scent of oakmoss. My thighs clenched and I had to lean against the wall to control the tsunami of emotions that swirled inside my body.

I don’t know what was happening to me, but I was getting attracted towards the scent like a moth to the flame. My throat went dry and my eyes drooped to a half-mast. Suddenly, I wanted to touch myself or be touched.

When I reached the room where I was directed to by the guards, I heard a soft moan. “Ah!” she gasped. “Deeper! Faster!” The air punctuated with heavy grunts and flesh slapping against flesh.

I placed my trembling hand on the knob. My heart thundered in my ribs as blood thrummed in my ears. I had to grit my teeth to halt the surge of wave of primal need sent through me.

With hesitation, I opened the door of room. My blood froze when my gaze connected with Nash Dawson, son of George Dawson, future Alpha of the Nascent Moon pack. And according to my grandfather, he was supposed to be my destined mate.

There was a girl with him who was bent over the desk with his dick inside her. With a roar, Nash tore his shirt off, revealing his thick muscles and tattoos on his chest and piercings on his nipples. Without breaking contact with my eyes, he worked on her, sinking deeper, his hand fisted around her hair, and other hand gripping her waist.

My stomach twisted into a thousand knots as my vision became blurry and a sharp pain stabbed in my chest. I slapped my hands on my mouth to stop gasping. Next instant I closed the door behind me and ran away from there. This was my first meeting with Nash Dawson. As I rounded the corridor, I heard a brutal roar with my name on his lips. “Popppyyyy!” I ran as fast as I could away from here. I felt like dying and I don’t even know why.

I reached the main hall of the Dawson manor and grabbed the backrest of a couch to steady myself, to calm my heart. Betrayal tasted bitter.

Moments later I heard my name. “Poppy?”

I whipped my head and saw him standing behind me with narrowed eyes that had such a cold expression that another dagger was sent through my heart. This was the first time I was meeting him and my reaction towards him was absurd.

Nash Dawson was hot. With blond curls and piercing onyx eyes, he was a piece of art. He had a square jaw that must be having a five o’ clock shadow. Over six feet, the twenty-five-year-old, towered above my five feet four frame easily.

The girl in whom he had sunk his balls deep was standing right behind him, watching me warily with her dark eyes, her dark hair mussed up, her lipstick messed up.

I stopped my teeth from chattering and with my chin up, I looked at him. The girl murmured something in his ear. He nodded and then motioned her to leave. She gave a hateful glance at me and walked out of the hall leaving Nash and me alone.

Nash closed the gap between us slowly. “Please sit,” he said coldly.

“I need to go…” I said through my clenched teeth, my whole body shivering in pain.

“You may, but after I talk to you,” he said with his Alpha aura.

I rounded the couch and sat on it. He sat opposite to me, his shoulder drawn back in tension. “Are you wolf-less?” he asked, his gaze locked on my expressions.