Alpha Andrew's Human Mate

Martha's POV:

The cold wind brushed against my skin as I closed from my shift as a waitress at Silver's Restaurant, a high-end, magnificent two-story building in Sun City.

I grabbed my black handbag and rushed out of the restaurant building, making my way to the main road to flag a taxi.

It was 7 p.m. on a Friday evening. The road was crowded with different passersby, market women, and several folks waiting for a ride.

The rain started falling heavily as I hailed a cab and hopped into the back seat. I gave the taxi driver my father's home address, dreading the thought of going home to my stepmother, Sandra, and my stepsister, Elena.

Sighing, I watched the road, looking out of the taxi window as the driver sped through the asphalt. The rain fell heavily as I finally arrived home. I settled my fare, climbed out of the taxi, and made my way through the magnificent black gate of my father's enormous white mansion.

As I reached the entrance door, I rang the doorbell and waited for my stepmother to pull the door open. Though I have my own key, I stood waiting for her to unlock the door from within.

Once the door swung open, I met my stepmother, Sandra, standing there in a blue nightdress and a pair of black slippers. She frowned upon seeing me return home late. Usually, I finished my shift by 6 p.m., but I had some more work to do today.

My stepmother stepped aside, and I made my way into the exquisite living room as thunder struck loudly in the sky.

Once I shut the door, I looked over at Sandra and spotted her glaring at me.

"Good evening, Mom," I greeted her before making my way toward the stairs to return to my room on the top floor.

"Martha, why did you return home late?" Sandra asked, glaring at me.

"Why wouldn't I return home late? I had a lot of patrons to serve at the restaurant today. Besides, this is my father's house, and I can return home whenever I like," I replied. She frowned and sat back.

"Okay," she replied with a smirk. Usually, she didn't ask about my whereabouts or whether I returned home early or not.

I knew that Sandra disliked me and was only pretending to marry my father. After she did, she treated me poorly until he died two years ago.

I had to live with Sandra because my father's will stated that he gave the whole house to me, while Sandra and her daughter, Elena, stole the company.

Ignoring my stepmother, I quickly made my way to the top floor to change out of my wet blue dress, as my body was covered with rain droplets.

But as I neared the door, intense groaning and moaning froze me in place.

"Ah, Mark! Fụck!" I heard Elena's voice moaning aloud as the man rode her to ecstasy.

My fist clenched at how Elena was moaning like a lunatic. Can't she take her boyfriend to a hotel? Why bring him here to our father's house? Can't she have a little respect for our late father?

I wanted to ignore Elena, as I was four years older than her. I was 24 years old, and she was 20.

However, I heard Elena's moan again, "Fụck me harder, Mark!"

I froze.

Who was Mark? Was he my fiancé, Mark Elliott?

I wanted to ignore them, thinking there were many Marks, so there was no way Mark Elliott would be the man with my shameless sister. But then I heard Elena's comment: "Mark, do you enjoy having sex with Martha like you do with me?"

"Fụck it, Elena. Martha has a dry pụssy, and I don't enjoy anything. She is too skinny and lacks the plump boobs and soft áss like you."

"What?" My fist clenched as I spun around to face Elena's room door, and I heard her comments.

"Awn. I am glad that you know our difference. How about your engagement to Martha? Aren't you going to call it off? You cannot marry her over me," Elena purred as Mark drove her. The sounds of his moans echoed in the corridor as her pụssy made those wet squelching sounds.

"Don't worry. I am only getting married to Martha to take over your father's company. Do not forget that your mother stated that your father left everything in Martha's name. If not that she deceived Martha into thinking your father left only the house for her."

"What?" I gasped, covering my mouth as blood drained from my face after I heard their discussion.

I wasn't able to pull the door open to face them. Elena's door was slightly ajar, and I spun around to leave the house, only to see my stepmother standing in the corridor with a large pestle in her hands.

"Martha, your time is up. You cannot take everything away from my daughter and me." Sandra raised the pestle to smash it on me, but I dodged her attack and pushed her to the ground.

"Ahh!" Sandra gasped as she landed on her buttọcks.

After hearing that Sandra had changed my father's will to suit her preference, I jumped on her and smacked her face multiple times.

"Martha, how dare you?" Sandra shrieked, and Elena's room door flung open.

Elena and Mark shamelessly darted out of her room naked and looked stunned to see Sandra on the ground, after I had smacked her ten times for changing my father's will.

Who knows if Sandra had a hand in my father's mysterious death two years ago?

"Martha, how dare you lay your filthy hands on my mother?" Elena growled at me, but I glared at her in disgust.

"You shameless slut. Riding my ex fiancé, and you think you will be better than me or get my inheritance? Only in your dreams." I spun around and left the house, knowing that I couldn't stay there with them.

Before I left the corridor, Mark called out to me, "Martha, you cannot leave this city. Know that our wedding has already been scheduled, and whether you like it or not, you must marry me!"

"Only in your dreams. I will never marry an ásshole and cheap dog like you!" I cursed at Mark before I left the corridor.

Tears flooded down my cheeks as I made my way outside of the duplex my father owned. The house used to be peaceful until my dad got married to that evil witch.

Clenching my fist, I hurried out of the house, leaving everything behind. I will be back for them. So I made my way to the road to get a cab.

The rain poured down heavily on me as I found a taxi.

"To Dennis Hotel," I said, as it was getting late. I had nowhere to go. My relatives lost interest in me after my mother's death. They blame me for her death, as they preferred I should have died in her place instead of her having me as her baby. She died given birth to me.

Wiping the sobs away from my cheeks, I looked out of the window. The money I had could barely sustain me.

When the taxi arrived at the hotel, I got out, paid the taxi driver, and made my way into the hotel.

Dennis Hotel was a popular brothel in town, and I wanted to spend the night there to cheat on Mark and forget those mean words he remarked about me.

When I entered the hotel lobby, the two female receptionists peered at me and frowned.

"Hey, miss. What are you doing here all soaked up?" One of them asked me, and I drew a deep breath.

"I want a night with any available rich man. How much will I be paid?"

"Haha!" The two receptionists laughed at my broken state.

"You're too skinny to attract any client. So go out and look for another hotel or brothel to satisfy your fantasy," they dismissed me. But I was clearly determined to show them that I am not one to give up easily.

If I don't get the money to get my stepmother arrested, then I will be the one at a loss.

"I am serious, and I am not leaving this brothel. Please." I stripped off my wet blue dress that I had worn to work that morning.

"Hey! What are you doing?" A receptionist growled at me as she walked out from behind her desk.

"Let her go!" A deep voice startled me, and I turned to see who it was.

It was a group of five men in black who walked into the hotel lobby. The one who spoke had golden-colored eyes that sent chills down my spine. I hadn't seen any human with such eye color before.

"Welcome, sir. We are just trying to make our hotel a conducive environment. What do you want?" The female receptionist in a white and black short skirt, who wanted to chase me out asked the formidable man who walked in to meet us.