I Hit His Balls By Accident—Now This Taken Alpha's Obsessed With Marking Me?!

Chapter 1 ' Aria ! " Cleo grabs my wrist , yanking me out of the bathroom . " Tristan and Brandon asked us to play beer pong . " Tristan . My heart does a little flip in my chest . Truth be told , he's half the reason I haven't called an Uber yet . Actually , who am I kidding ? He's the whole reason I'm still here . I only met him a few hours ago , but that was enough . He's tall , wearing a black leather jacket that fits him a little too well . Dark hair falls over his forehead - messy , but the good kind of messy .

He's undeniably the best - looking guy here , but in an effortless , maddening sort of way . As for Brandon - the other beer pong contestant - I can't remember who he is . What I do know : I'm terrible at sports . And I'm about to embarrass myself in front of the one person actually want to impress . Are you sure you want me ? " I ask , digging my heels in . Cleo grins, dragging me toward the back door . " They asked for the birthday girl . " Are there other birthday girls available ? Maybe check the guest list ? " I mutter , stumbling after her .

she ignores my protest and shoves the door open . nstantly , the freezing upstate New York air hits me like a slap . It's January . There's snow on the ground . 12:42 1 Hit His Balls By Accident - Now This Taken Alpha's Obsessed With Marking Me ? ) hapter 1 But the twenty or so people scattered around the backyard don't seem to notice . They're all wearing leather . Jackets , vests , pants . Some of the girls are in skirts with bare legs , standing in snowdrifts as if it's mid - July . No one is shivering . No one is huddled for warmth . " How are they not freezing ?

" I whisper , rubbing my arms to chase away the bite of the wind . Cleo shrugs . " Locals . They're built different . " Right . Or they're all just committed to looking cool . As we walk toward the table , everyone turns to stare - at Cleo . Of course they do . She's blonde , gorgeous , runway - ready . The kind of girl who belongs on a magazine cover , not at a random house party in the mountains . Not at me - the awkward sidekick with weird turquoise eyes who reads too much . Except ... something about the way everyone's staring feels wrong . Like we don't belong here . We reach the table .

Red Solo cups are arranged in perfect pyramids . " There she is . " Brandon - a guy with sandy hair and a smirk that sets my teeth on edge - drops a ping - pong ball into my hand . ' It's only fair for the birthday girl to shoot first , " he says with a grin that I'm sure he thinks is charming . t's not . I take a step back . " Sure . " [ hurry to the opposite side , grateful to put a solid table between us . On the other side of the table , Tristan crosses his arms and glowers at me , as if he's annoyed I'm even here .

12:42 1 Hit His Balls By Accident - Now This Taken Alpha's Obsessed With Marking Me ?! Chapter 1 " Are you going to take your shot or not ? " he snaps . The bite in his tone startles me . What the hell is his problem ? " Just analyzing my competition , " I lie , trying to sound cool . Inside ? My heart is hammering against my ribs so hard I'm surprised he can't hear it . I center myself , trying to ignore the heavy , intense way Tristan is staring at me . It feels physical . Heavy . Focus , Aria . Just land it on the table . I take a deep breath . Flick my wrist .

The ball sails through the air in what I'm sure is a beautiful , perfect arc- -and hits Tristan directly in the crotch . Thwack . Damn it . The music cuts out . Someone's vape pen clatters to the deck . The entire yard goes dead silent . My face burns hot enough to melt the snow around my boots . [ ristan doesn't double over . He doesn't groan . He just stares at me , his expression darkening from innoyed to lethal . He takes a slow step forward . The crowd parts for him . Keeping your eyes on the prize ? " he asks , his voice low and dangerous . The air turns electric .

Everyone freezes , watching , waiting for an explosion . Even Cleo is quiet . I have two options : Apologize and curl into a ball of shame , or own it . 12642 Chapter 1 " You call that a prize ? " I tilt my head , forcing a smirk I absolutely don't feel . Judging by the flash of fire in Tristan's eyes , I chose the wrong option . Well . Fuck . admin