The Alpha's Entanglement

On the other side of town, Camilla had her own nightmares that kept her up, she couldn't sleep. She kept staring at the cobwebs on her ceiling, which was very embarrassing for someone who worked in the cleaning industry. However, that wasn't what was keeping her awake at night; she needed to find a way out of her poverty. Cleaning for the wealthy was not providing her with the financial means to live the life she sought, and selling her body like those sluts she saw with Ryan Cage was not an option.

She grumbled in frustration as she rolled over on her old bed. Her apartment was a tiny cube that consisted of one large room divided into a kitchen and sitting area, a spare room that served as her bedroom, and a bathroom/shower combination next to it. The flat was in shambles, but it was the only place near her workplace that she could afford.

She couldn't comprehend why she was so unfortunate; she felt cursed. Some girls were fortunate; all it took was a trip to the coffee shop or mall and they met their ideal wealthy suitor and were whisked away to a life of luxury. She grabbed her pillow and began yelling while striking herself. All of the men who usually approached her were either poor or only looking for a fling, which was not fair. If only a prince came along and swept her away to a European country, she thought.

She snapped into her fantasy world and began daydreaming about living in an exquisite castle with a rich attractive prince, who was, of course, Ryan Cage. Ryan leaned down her neck and tried to kiss her as she waited in anticipation, but she was jolted back to reality as a bedbug bit her hard on the same spot, causing her to howl in agony.

"Jesus Christ!" She yelled as she stood up, frustrated, and began looking for the shiny little insect that had dared to ruin her wonderful moment.

She rummaged and strewn her bed but found nothing; she was angry, but not at the insect, but her pathetic life. She was tired and had had enough; there was no hope left for her, and the bedbug only served as a reminder. Nothing came of being honest; if she learned anything in life, it was the fact that nice people were always bitten and shitted on.

She came to a halt and sat on the floor, her eyes red and runny. It took all of her strength to keep the tears from streaming down her cheeks. She gazed about, soaking in her surroundings. Was she born to live and die in filth? She kept asking herself.

However there was only one answer to her question, "not on her watch," she said and quickly got up. Self-pity was not her solution to her problem.

Ryan Cage's name popped up in her head, he was her solution; he was always in her fantasies and dreams at all times, and she practically worshiped him. It wasn't a coincidence that she was always pulled to his room, she thought to herself as she continued pacing her room. But how could he save her when he was far above her social status and practically had no idea she existed? "Selling her body to him?" She screamed.

"No, no, no," she contradicted herself and pulled on her large sponge bob pajamas, knowing very well it would never lead to that because she was a lady of principle.

She started pacing in circles around the room, trying to think of a way Ryan would save her and make all her dreams come true. However every notion that came to her head led to sex. She felt defeated, sometimes being a woman was very unpleasant she thought to herself.

"KNOCKED UP!" she exclaimed and froze in her tracks. It was the new trend to trap men and get big fat cheques. She had noticed the trend on popular TV shows and dramas featuring rich baby mommas. Her only path out of her inherited poverty was getting pregnant for a wealthy man. It only took two minutes of sex, better than sleeping with a man over and over for a mere change and losing dignity.

A picture of a beautiful baby popped up in her head, as her lips parted wide for a smile. She kept telling herself, "It was easy, it was easy," despite the fact that she knew Ryan had never given her a simple glance. But she was aware of how men used their dicks to think.

She strolled to her window for a breath of fresh air, attempting to understand what her brain came up with. She had no idea how to raise a child, she couldn't even raise herself.

"No, no," she tried to scrap the idea out of her head.

"I'll have enough money to employ nannies," she debated within herself.

But the biggest obstacle was how she was going to get him into her pants, that was the major stumbling block. But then it hit her:

"The slut girls!" she exclaimed.

That was her ticket in, one-time sex, for one night during her ovulation days. Even if Ryan rejected the baby, he would be obliged to pay child support. That was her aim if she was going to go through with her crazy plan, no feelings attached, strictly business.

She could picture a luxurious life in her head. Life was about sacrifice and she could afford to sacrifice one night and her body for nine months. And the icing was that it was with the man she always dreamt about.

The money could change her life; if she planned right, she could even go to university, but first, she had to plan for the sex. She was only 19 years old, yet to learn how her reproductive organs worked but she was going to live the complicated arts of sex to Ryan.

Ryan's sex days in his little room had to correspond with her ovulation days to avoid sleeping with him again. She was well aware that he had his fun every Friday of the week, four times a month, even though his schedule changed last night.

She wondered why but it was probably because he was super horny.

She snatched up her calendar and began matching his wild days with her ovulation days in excitement.

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Ryan, on the other hand, arrived at his mansion at 10 am relieved of all his stress. Unlike Idris, he was unconcerned about his scent. He walked inside his house smelling Idris's scent. The majority of his pack believed it was because they spent much of their time together playing and partying. They were considered best friends, and they never thought much about their relationship.

He walked into the house whistling, ignoring his mate who stood at the window and headed directly to his bedroom.

She followed him, her eyes runny; "Did you have a good time?" With a scornful tone, April inquired.

"Yes, thank you," Ryan replied without a care in the world. He was very aware of how his sex escapades tore every being of his mate apart but he did not care. He was in love with Idris, he blamed the Goddess for the situation she was in and not his heart.

April remained silent as she stared at him, her mate was shameless.

"The contract is one day every week, so why did you have to sleep with him last night?" she questioned, her voice breaking. Her hands were clenched into fists as if she was preparing to punch him.

Ryan ignored her and went about his business.

"You're acting recklessly; do you realize the embarrassment that will befall me if the other females in this pack discover..." "Would you just shut up?" Ryan yelled at her. He set the papers he was holding on the table and walked toward her. April moved backward, her heart beating fast.

"I will fuck Idriss whenever I want and feel like it; if it pleases you, go out there and announce it," he spat in her face.

April closed her eyes and swallowed hard as frigid hands covered in Idris' stench traced her cheeks, nearly knocking her down.

"How is your garden and herbs?" Ryan quickly changed the topic.

April turned away; she was the Alpha's mate and healer of the Pack. Well versed in the art of herbs and medicine, she was the best but she was a sad luna on the inside. She had to deal with the fact that her Alpha was in love with another man and had entered into a sexual contract with him.

She always wished she could take Idris' place and be adored as much as he was. He was the pill that calmed her mate whenever he was agitated or stressed. The only time she ever saw him happy or smiling was when Idris was around. The worst part was that she was supposed to put up with the discomfort every Friday but it seemed her mate was adding more days. She initially despised Idris, but as time passed, she began to feel sorry for him. He was as miserable as she was in the arrangement.

When she initially learned of the affair, Ryan made it obvious what she was to the pack. The pack needed heirs and her healing abilities, she was nothing more than a baby-making machine. The reality hurt, but she couldn't do anything because she loved Ryan so much and she dreaded the prospect of being a rejected mate. She secretly hoped that if she gave him a pup, he would wake up and forget about Idris.

"The garden is fine," she finally replied.

"Great, concentrate on that," he said and kissed her on the cheeks. He walked away, disgusted, and resisted the urge to say something harsh.

"I will work on my urge to resist him, I won't promise but I will try" he joked and disappeared into the bathroom.

April gasped, tears streaming down her cheeks, how could she compete with a man, let alone an Alpha? Idris was perfect, even straight men felt threatened by his presence around their mates. Most women in her pack drooled over him and she wouldn't mind a fuck but the irony was that her mate was the one fucking him.

She always did everything correctly; she was the ideal mate, even allowing her mate to play with his toy once a week. Her compromise, however, was insufficient for him; he was too self-centered to recognize how his acts were robbing her of her dignity.