Desired By The Alpha

I was extremely awake, so I just lay there on the bed and stared at the starry ceiling above me. I got the strangest thought for a second that maybe I had somehow wandered into a planetarium. I made a face at the wall while I did so because I was thinking that notion at the same time. Regardless of how lovely the scene was, I was unable to get any rest here.

Oh, how I long for my stuffed animal! I just can't go to sleep if Kelly isn't here!

When I thought about where I lived, I couldn't help but feel sad. I want to go asleep surrounded by the comforting aroma of my bed! My mother is still unaware of what took place during the mating rite since I have not yet informed her. It's a good thing I didn't live with her since I left our apartment exactly one year ago to move into a dorm room with other students. If it weren't for that, I'm very sure she would have gone crazy and phoned me a thousand times by now. Even more surprising is the fact that she had no idea I would be attending the mating rite.

When I was thinking about it, I couldn't help but let out a moan. My mother was one of those individuals who unquestioningly believed the allegations about Asta. She thought she knew her best friend. She had a healthy amount of dread and respect for this individual. After learning about my predicament, I was curious about her reaction and how it would play out. Even just thinking about it made me feel like I had no control over the situation. Do you now realize that it wasn't truly my fault at all? How could I ever compete against a strong and powerful male like Asta?

In any case, I didn't have a father there to watch out for me. I was unable to voice my displeasure to anybody and tell them that I did not want to be married to a man who had scared the very daylights out of me the first time we met. If others were in my position, maybe they could communicate with higher-ranking family members or acquaintances, but I was unable to do so.

That was the reason why I couldn't find my teddy bear. It was the last gift that my father had ever given me. After seeing the nurses pull my father's lifeless corpse, I found it very difficult to fall or stay asleep that night. It seemed as if he had passed away from a heart attack. Who would have guessed that a werewolf could pass away in such a manner?

When I thought about it, I let out a sigh and turned to face the window. The fact that Asta would not allow me any feeling of privacy was an additional source of frustration for me. Even in my own bedroom, I couldn't find a place to sleep. But he simply showed me around and gave me freedom to do anything I wanted, with only one warning: I had to sleep on his bed tonight. Of course, I had anticipated Asta to force upon me, but he just showed me around and gave me freedom to do whatever I wanted.

At first, I was terrified throughout the day and would jump at the slightest provocation. If a loud noise came from the television, it would cause me to startle and cause me to spill the cup of coffee. After that, I would look over and see Asta shaking his head, looking helpless.

As soon as I recalled what had happened, I reflexively covered my face. How could I have done anything that would make me seem so foolish?

And most significantly, the members of Asta's pack were infamous for being known for their ruthlessness and harsh nature. Although I had no way of knowing whether or not that was the case, I couldn't help but feel unsafe in this location. My mind was racing with so many different ideas that it was difficult for me to sleep or even just shut my eyes and relax. Even though I knew that wasn't the case, whenever I cast a peek toward the open window, I couldn't help but have the impression that someone was spying on me from outside.

Damn! I had completely lost my mind! After pursing my lips, I moved up to the entrance after first discarding the blanket and then closing the window. Finally, I went inside. I believe you said it was locked. If someone wanted to murder me, they wouldn't come at night, would they? Simply entertaining the idea was sufficient to induce a feeling of dread inside me. I was so terrified that I couldn't help but shake. It was a really poor decision on your part to consent to Asta's marriage. I should have simply run away for my own safety and lived a solitary existence away from any pack, but I didn't do that. While I was thinking, I gently made my way to the door and attempted to open it in the usual manner, but I found that it was locked. As I let out a sigh of relief, I also made sure to relax my shoulders. My heartbeat became more manageable once I rubbed my chest. "I had absolutely no reason to be concerned."

"What exactly are you up to?"

After being startled by that sound, I turned around to see Asta looking at me with her eyes furrowed in concentration. He had not moved from where he was resting on his bed as he put his hands on top of his head. "Go back to sleep," the voice said.

That evening, I had no idea what possessed me to act the way that I did. I simply couldn't help but tell the whole truth. "I-I'm terrified. I need my teddy bear." As soon as I accidentally let it go, I quickly covered my mouth with both of my hands. How could I ever say such a thing? When in the world did I become so direct?! As I turned my head away from you, I pursed my lips into a narrow line. My first encounter gave the impression that I was a young girl who was easily terrified. And at this point, my behavior demonstrated that I was not only terrified, but also insane enough to check whether the door was locked in the middle of the night and blurt out that I required a teddy bear to be able to sleep.