Chapter 1 The First Fall

Sienna

It happened in a flash.

One moment, it was the innocent, giddy love of a nineteen-year-old. The next, that love had twisted into something vicious. A hunger, a different kind of desire.

"Come, Sien," he ordered.

I dropped to my hands and knees, whimpering against the gag choking my voice. A whip trailed teasingly across my skin, leaving a stinging trail of heat in its wake.

"Good girl," he praised, and the words made a violent, sudden shiver of excitement run through me.

How did it all turn out this way?

"A man prefers them big, right?" I asked, not really expecting an answer.

My eyes were boredly tracing Haven Greene's body on one of the dancing poles. Her chest was a show all its own, they seem to move and bounce with every single step.

"Of course!" Ren answered, sounding way too enthusiastic.

I glared at him, then rolled my eyes in disgust.

"I-I mean, hey," he stammered, looking away fast. "I like big dicks. It's the same kind of logic, right?"

"No, it's not," Priscia cut in, giving my shoulder a firm pat. "Big or not, a real man will love you no matter how you look."

"So, you're saying I'm not good-looking?" I challenged her.

She froze. "O-of course you are!"

I sighed and looked back at Haven, then glanced down at my own chest. If only I had bigger breasts. If only I were older. Would he finally notice me, or would he always just see a kid?

I rolled my eyes and pushed my chair back, standing up.

"Where are you going?" Ren asked.

"Dancing," I replied with a smirk as I walked toward an open pole.

"Oh, shit, she is drunk!" I heard Ren gasp. "You are not even twenty-one yet!"

I was not drunk; I was pissed. Pissed at my age and, mostly, pissed at my body.

I felt the rhythm hit me and I started to move. Slowly, my hand gripped the cold steel pole. I let my hips sway wide and slow before pulling my body up, using my legs to climb the pole in a tight spiral. I slid back down, letting my back arch deeply, trailing my fingers along my legs until I was kneeling at the base, looking up.

"Shit. Sienna really is irresistible."

"Damn. Look at that waist."

I heard the boys whispering, but maybe I was drunk, because the words blurred into meaningless noise.

Then a hand grabbed the lip of the stage. A guy started hauling himself up, reaching out like he had permission to touch.

My temper flared faster than the alcohol in my system. Without thinking twice, I drove my heel straight into the bridge of his nose.

"Stay where you are, trash." I muttered.

When I pulled my foot back, his nose was already bleeding. I hadn't even pressed down hard.

"Why are you bleeding?" I asked. I watched the floor lights begin to swim, the music suddenly feeling too loud, the room spinning around me.

"Because, princess, you don't seem to have any idea what you do to them."

The voice cut right through the noise of the club. Quiet, flat, and completely in charge.

My breath caught. I knew that voice anywhere.

Alpha Sebastian.

No, I'm hearing things. I really must be drunk.

I whipped around to look, but my feet tangled together and my balance gave out. Before I hit the floor, two hands locked around my waist and yanked me up against a chest that felt like a brick wall.

"I am taking you home," Sebastian said near my ear, his tone making it clear there was no arguing. "Your brother is furious."

I don’t know how I got there, but suddenly I was sitting in his car.

"Do not throw up, alright?" he said, bending over me to pull the seatbelt across. His face was inches from mine.

I couldn't help but take a deep breath of his scent. I’m a wolf, after all—it was just natural. And damn, he smelled good.

Before I could stop myself, I pulled him toward me, hugging him tight and burying my face into his shirt.

Sebastian stilled for a second. Then he let out a low, quiet laugh.

"I apologize, Sien. While I appreciate the sentiment, this position is a bit uncomfortable, and I need both hands free to drive safely."

My face burned. I let go, huffing in annoyance, and collapsed back against the leather seat, staring out the window the entire ride home.

The sound of my bedroom door swinging open woke me up the next morning. A maid walked in carrying a bowl of soup, followed by my very irritated brother, Dante.

"What?" I asked, matching his scowl as I took a hot sip.

Dante gave me a slow, fake smile. "You do not get to act like you forgot last night. Dancing on a pole? Kicking a pack member in the face?"

"Hold on, my head is pounding."

"Be glad Sebastian offered to fetch you. If I had gone, I would have dragged you home by your feet."

The name hit me so hard I spat my soup all over the comforter.

"Gross," Dante said calmly.

"Did you just say Sebastian?!"

"Yeah," Dante replied with a smirk. "He saw exactly how pathetic you were last night."

Fuck. Fuck.

Now I remembered. The bright lights, the heel to the face, his hands catching me before I hit the floor.

I buried my face in my hands. How was I supposed to face him now? The man I had been hopelessly crushing on since I was fourteen?

"Oh, so you can feel embarrassed," Dante teased, sitting on the edge of the bed. "He also mentioned how heavy you were, despite having no future up top."

That was it. I snapped. I punched him right in the stomach and scrambled out of bed. My brother knew how insecure I was about my chest, and he had been using it to torment me for years.

"Fuck you!"

"Love you too, sis," he wheezed, clutching his gut.

"Is that how an Alpha acts?" I snapped, tearing through my closet for clean clothes.

"You are my sister," he answered simply. "One more thing. You will be living with Sebastian from now on. Think of it as your punishment."

He dropped the bomb and walked out before I could make him repeat it.

Wait, what?! Isn't that more like a reward?!