After One Night with the Alpha (Brad and Elle) novel Chapter 1

**TITLE: The Billionaire Who Claimed My Heart and Who Broke Fate for Me**
**Chapter 1**

**Elle’s POV**

I could hardly wrap my mind around the fact that tonight, I was going to sleep with my boyfriend for the very first time.

As I stumbled into my hotel room, the exhilarating buzz of champagne coursed through my veins, making everything feel a little surreal. The annual Moonshade Bay Full Moon Festival was buzzing with life just a few floors below me, and I had indulged far more than I had intended—this was my liquid courage for the monumental step I was about to take.

The hotel was a whirlwind of excitement tonight. Humans and werewolves intertwined in a rare display of unity, as the usual segregation rules were temporarily lifted for this one magical night. I had managed to secure one of the few available rooms amidst the chaos.

“Room 716, human section,” the frazzled human receptionist had informed me, handing over the key card with a weary smile. She looked utterly overwhelmed by the festival’s pandemonium, and I felt a pang of sympathy for her.

Stepping into the room, I was greeted by an unusual scent—rich and spicy, swirling around me, making my head spin even more. The decor was opulent, far exceeding my expectations for the price I had paid. Maybe tonight was going to be my lucky night, I mused, feeling a giddy thrill.

I quickly texted Jason my room number, my heart fluttering with anticipation. After two years of dating, I was finally ready to cross that intimate line before he left Moonshade Bay for his new job tomorrow. I had gone all out—purchasing special lingerie, meticulously planning every detail. This was going to be perfect.

Once I felt adequately prepared, I lay back on the bed, the soft sheets cradling me as I waited. However, the champagne and the intoxicating scent in the air began to cloud my senses. I left the door slightly ajar, hoping Jason would come in soon.

I must have drifted off, because the next moment, I felt the bed shift under the weight of another body. The room had become completely dark, with only the silvery light of the full moon spilling in through the window.

Suddenly, his hands were on me—urgent, demanding—and my body reacted instinctively, a wave of heat rushing through me that was both thrilling and bewildering. His skin felt like molten fire against mine, a stark contrast to Jason’s usual cool touch. In my hazy state, I attributed this unfamiliar heat to the alcohol and the wild anticipation that had built up throughout the evening.

I felt the unmistakable hardness pressing against my thighs, and a jolt of fear mixed with desire shot through me. He didn’t hesitate; he shed the last barrier between us and positioned himself with a primal intensity.

My eyes widened in the darkness as I caught a fleeting glimpse of his impressive physique. Before I could fully process what was happening, he thrust into me. A sharp pain seared through my untouched walls, and I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle any cries that threatened to escape. My nails dug into his broad, rippling back as he stretched me open, relentless and demanding.

His hips moved with a brutal force, each deep thrust splitting me apart, my body trembling in a chaotic blend of pain and an unfamiliar, escalating heat. The bed creaked beneath us, my breasts bouncing with every powerful thrust, my nipples grazing against his sweat-slicked chest. The room filled with slick, wet sounds as I became hotter, wetter, despite the ache of this being my first time.

His pace quickened, muscles tightening like steel beneath my hands. With one final, shuddering thrust, he came, filling me with a warmth that sent shockwaves through my body.

I gasped, my body instinctively clenching in response, a hazy rush of sensations washing over me as he collapsed, his heavy, sweat-drenched frame pressing me down, an arm sliding possessively around my waist.

Breathless, I gasped for air, my heart racing as I tried to collect my thoughts in the dimness of the hotel room. The sheets felt luxuriously soft against my bare skin, and the arm wrapped around me was warm—no, it was more than warm; it was searing hot.

A smile crept across my face in the darkness, a wave of satisfaction washing over me as I tried to calm my racing heart. I had finally done it. I had crossed that line and given myself completely. The experience had been more intense than I had anticipated—almost primal—but perhaps that was what true passion was meant to feel like.

“That was amazing, Jason,” I managed to whisper, despite the lingering pain from my first experience.

But in an instant, the body beside me went rigid. In one swift motion, he pulled away from me.

“Who the fuck is Jason?” a deep, unfamiliar voice demanded, cold and sharp, slicing through the haze of my post-encounter bliss.

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