The Alpha I Married By Mistake

Alexa's Pov

I woke up feeling like I'd just been beaten by ten people all at once. I had a headache the size of the moon. My head throbbed terribly and my lower back felt so sore. And don't get me started with the pounding ache throbbing just behind my eyes. It's hell. Did I fight in a war last night?

A wince escaped me as I turned on my side but it soon subsided when something brushed my nostrils. It was the bedsheets. It was soft and made of pure silk. I wanted to wrap myself around it and snuggle in it for as long as I lived. It was so nice. Even the air smelled like leather and cedarwood, my favourite scent.

But wait a minute… had my bed always been this big and soft?

I opened my eyes and looked around the room. That's weird. My room looks kinda different. There were no photographs of my family and friends on the walls and did my bed just move by itself? Why was it in the center of the room?

My eyes latched onto the ceiling and mortification washed over me in a tidal wave. This isn't my room.

My brain screamed and panic rose like a wave in my chest. I bolted upright and the sudden movement made a sharp gasp leave my throat.

I pushed the soft sheets away from my body and threw my legs out. Only when I did, my jaws dropped. I was dressed in nothing but an oversized T-shirt that didn't belong to me.

What the hell happened to me last night? Where the hell am I?

A shiver rippled through me and I pressed a hand to my chest. Had I been kidnapped?

I opened my mouth to scream for help but those words had barely left my lips because the door creaked open.

Our eyes locked and my jaws dropped to the floor. There is no way in hell he was here.

Standing by the door wrapped in a velvety black robe that clung loosely to his muscular frame was the most dangerous man in the entire country. His short dark hair was tousled and damp from the shower. I knew that because a few droplets were trailing down his face and collarbone.

This has got to be a dream, right? Because what is he doing here? What am I even doing here?

I stared at him in shock, wondering what the hell happened and suddenly, it all came back to me.

My memories from last night slammed into me without warning in foggy flashes.

My return from work. Walking into my boyfriend cheating on me. The club I went to with Remmy. Me, dancing and drinking. And then a man with stormy-grey eyes, jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and his scent…leather and woodsy scent.

That man was him!

Shit!

Now, I’d have to move to the North Pole, build myself an ice cave and learn to speak penguin because I could never show my face in New York or any other city where I could run into him ever again.

“Good morning…” My voice came out in a high pitch. I only sound like that when I'm extremely nervous.

He tilted his head and said nothing. Of course, he wouldn't respond.

I decided to try another approach. I cleared my throat and asked.

“So… uh… you mind telling me where the exit is?” I whispered.

He didn't answer my question. Instead, he walked towards me, his strong presence filling the room that made my stomach churn.

I took a step back. “I… where am I?”

“My penthouse.” He replied now and I nearly swooned. His voice was so deep and calm. I was nervous but for some reasons beyond me, I felt safe. Weird.

He nodded towards the nightstand. “Since you're fully awake, you can go ahead and sign the paper behind you.”

I blinked at him like he just spoke French. “Excuse me?”

“The paper.” he nodded behind me.

Still confused, I followed his gaze to the bedside table where the paper was, perfectly creased with a pen waiting beside it like an obedient servant.

Feeling skeptical, I reached for it. My eyes scanned the bold words at the top and my eyes widened in shock. MARRIAGE CONTRACT.

I froze. “What the fuck is this?”

“Your payment for my saving you and yes, it's exactly what it looks like.” he said, standing up and walking towards a chair where his clothes were folded.

“You've gotta be kidding me, right?”

“Do I look like I am?”

I swallowed. He clearly wasn't.

He pulled on a pair of tailored black trousers and began buttoning up a black dress shirt, unfazed that I was watching, unfazed like he asking me, a total stranger, to marry him was completely normal.

I scowled and threw the paper to the floor. “There is no way I'm getting married to you. This is a crime against the law!”

He met my gaze, his eyes turning feral and by feral, I meant like a predator — golden.

“Pick it up. Now.” He ordered calmly.

I scoffed. “Excuse me? My father doesn't even speak to me in that tone. Who the hell do you think you are ordering me around?!”

“Pick it up.”

“Really? You want me to pick it up?” I crossed my arms and glared at him. “How about this? Eat shit.”

He let out a dry chuckle that turned into a full-blown laugh. Instead of feeling devastated and scared, all I could do was stare at his lips like a creep. He was downright breathtaking and that's a fact but Even though his smile was a gift to all of mankind, he was a kidnapper and a dangerous man. At least, that's what the news says about him.

His laughter subsided and he cupped my jaw. “Alexa, If I kidnapped you, you'd be in chains and not silk sheets.”

Wait a minute. How could he tell what I was thinking? And how did he even know my name?

“You have to let me go. I don't know what I'm doing here or how I got here but this was all a mistake.” I said almost shakily.

I expected him to let me go but he looked me dead in the eyes and said,

“Sign the papers, Alexa. You agreed to this yourself.”

“I didn't agree to this. Who even agrees to marry a stranger? Much less the city's most dangerous man.” I yelled. “Just let me go and you'll never see me near you ever again.”

“I'm afraid we'll be seeing each other for a long time.” His lips curled into a grin. “You're going to be my wife, Alexa.”

“No,” I shook my head. “I don't remember agreeing to marry you!”

I was sure he would yell at me but to my shock, his hand trailed up my spine until it rested on the back of my neck, leaving a rush of tingles in their wake. I wanted to jump out of my skin and at the same time, I wanted him to hold me.

“You really don't remember what happened last night?” his voice dropped an octave as he leaned in.

I swallowed hard as his face neared mine. “No. I don't remember agreeing to marry you.”

“Then let me help you remember.”

For a moment, I thought he'd hit me on the head but he didn't. Instead he cupped my face and kissed me.