Page 2 of Forced Alpha Bride
My hands clench a little, and I have to make a conscious effort to relax and not sigh again.
I want a partner, more than anything. But I can’t find a single person I’m attracted to!
Across the yard, Nico turns away from his chasing game with Galen and runs over to Clara. He barrels into her, and they roll across the grass, laughing. When Galen catches up, he tumbles into the pile, wraps his arms around Clara, and kisses her.
Her body softens as she leans into him, her hands coming up to stroke his chest and arms. Her eyes close, and her head tilts back. Something deep inside me aches, and for a shocking moment, I have to fight back tears.
I want to feel like that!
My whole life, I’ve never felt really, truly attracted to anyone. I had a few boyfriends at school, but I got bored withthem quickly. After a few make-out sessions, I knew all any of them could do was bore me.
I’ve heard a lot about passion, desire, and arousal, but I still have no idea what it feels like.
Mother clears her throat slightly, and I snap out of my trance, looking down at my plate. Picking up a spoon, I poke at my slice of mud cake, thinking about finishing it out of sheer boredom.
“I wish you’d open up to me, Winnie,” Mother sighs.
“I’m sorry, Mom. It’s nothing too deep, okay? It’s not like I’m not having severe trauma or anything. I’m just frustrated.”
“Okay,” Mom says with a nod. “I don’t want to push, but—”
“No,” I cut in.
“You haven’t even heard what I’m going to say!”
“I don’t need to. You’ve got another first-families boy lined up for me, don’t you?”
“Well,” Mother hesitates, looking uncomfortable. “There are plenty of first families up and down Wolfshade who have eligible sons—”
“No, Mom,” I sigh, not even trying to hold it in. “I’m done, okay? Say bye to Galen for me.”
I push myself up from the table, kicking away my chair as I step back. I look over at my brother one more time. He’s wrestling with Nico while Clara laughs and tries to stay out of their way.
“I’m sorry,” Mom says. “I thought I was helping.”
“You’re not,” I mutter. “Just leave it alone.”
I turn and walk quickly away, back towards the manor. It’s become a bit of a Sunday afternoon tradition to have lunch in the main gardens. I usually enjoy it, but it’s like there’s a deep, itching frustration in me, and it’s finally gotten so intense that I can’t ignore it.
What even is attraction? How does it actually feel?
I work my body hard as I jog up the stairs, trying to distract myself, but it doesn’t work. By the time I get back to my room, my thoughts are still stuck in a mire of lust. Sexual fantasies that I can never satisfy.
Because I’ll never find a man who makes me feel that way.
I hurl myself down on my bed, wishing I could cry, but I’m too tense even for that. Arousal flows through me, making my nipples hard and spreading heat between my legs, but no images rise in my mind.
I must have a dysfunction of some kind to be able to get so horny like this but remain unattracted to any man.
I close my eyes and roll onto my back, breathing steadily as I try to slow my heart. Even though I calm down a little, it only makes my arousal burn brighter.
Images dance through my mind. Galen and Clara, smiling up at each other and holding hands. Lexa and Kit, doing one of their famous dances, the chemistry crackling between them. The longing inside me hurts so much, I actually let out a little sob.
Sitting up, I glare at my phone on the nightstand. Even though I’m nervous, I push through it and reach over, snatching my phone and flicking it open before I can think about it.
The second I open the browser, Porter’s comes up. I’ve barely even tapped on it when the chatbot blinks. All I do is type my name, and suddenly I’m live with the woman herself.
Winnie Ramses! What a pleasure to receive your expression of interest. You want to become a bride for hire?
