*Danika*
Slowly he strutted into the room, my eyes watching him like a hawk without his knowledge due to the dim light in the room. My heartbeat was becoming louder with every step he took into the room to the bed.
He stopped in front of the bed, still scrutinizing me as though contemplating if to go ahead with whatever he had planned for me tonight.
“Why is he still waiting to touch us?” Muse inquired, beginning to whimper.
“Stop it, Muse. Not now, please,” I chastised her, working hard to concentrate on the man before me.
“I want him closer, mate!” she careened, her raucous behavior offsetting my composure.
“Muse!” I bickered, hoping Alonso doesn’t suspect what was happening with me.
“Stand!” I heard him order and knew he had caught me. “I smell your every emotion, slut. Don’t think you can hide it from me,” he said as he reached out and yanked me furiously up. I gasped, my knees falling on the bed as I lowered my head, maximum anxiety taking over.
He strolled away from me towards the door, and I almost thought he was leaving. But to my disappointment, he stopped in front of the light switch and turned on the bright light.
My hands quickly flew to my private parts to cover up from his eyesight. My breasts were virtually spilling out from the scanty lingerie he had sent to me. The part covering my pussy did little to nothing in concealing it. If I were to stand, my backside would be totally bared to him.
“Out of the bed!” he hissed, beginning to walk back, only to detour to the armchair which he flopped down on, his arms falling to the armrest, his hooded eyes stalking me.
I staggered out of the bed, my body shaking from apprehension and anxiety. I thought he was supposed to just join me in bed and we do what couples do. Why is he asking me to get out of the bed, and why is he sitting down there?
“Just calm down, Danika. Mate won’t hurt us. This is going to be hella fun!” Muse was obviously having fun from this entire absurd charade. I bit down hard on my lower lip from hauling an invective at her, instead, focusing my attention on the problem before me.
From wherever he has been hiding it, or maybe I didn’t see it before, he produced a bottle of a brown substance which he smacked down on the mini table in front of the chair, reaching out with his other hand to pop the cover off. Then he faced me.
“What are you still waiting for?” he asked hazily, the bottle going to his lips. His eyes found my confused one.
“Huh?” I hummed, not knowing what to do.
The bottle left his lips, to be replaced by a ghastly grimace. “What the fuck are you still standing there like some idiot, doing? Fucken strip!” he snagged at me, emotionlessly.
I unpinned my hands, letting them fall by my side. He wants me to strip? Gad, this is too much.
“Just do it, Danika. Don’t make him mad at us,” Muse cheered within.
I growled at her, “Are you on my side or his?” I asked, getting irritated with her behavior.
She shrugged. “I’m taking advantage of every moment I have with him. Don’t forget he is our mate.”
“I’m not a slut,” I told her.
“He’s our mate, bitch. Just do it, already.” I rolled my eyes, for a minute regretting having someone like Muse as a wolf. She is supp-
“Fucken strip the dress, whore! You enjoyed having another man touch you, and now you are hesitating to show your body to me?” he drawled, venom licking from every word he said. He certainly looked and sounded drunk.
I bit down on my lip, again gathering the courage before starting to untie the strings holding the lingerie to my neck.
“Stop!” He bent his head, his hand shot out at me from his sitting position. “Go slowly. I want to have fun watching you strip like the slut you are. Go. Very. Slow,” he emphasized each word.
A tear slid down my face, my trembling hands going to the strings, at the same time wondering what pace would pass for slow. Of course I couldn’t say anything back at him. He had the upper hand. He caught me cheating. This is the price I have to pay.
*
Alonso
No amount of pain can be described to what I felt from seeing my mate with another man. Throughout the meeting at the town hall, it’s all I could think about. I couldn’t concentrate, it kept replaying in my head starting from when I felt the stab at home, up to when I ran into them and the sight that had greeted me.
Lancelot my best man and Beta, with my mate? And it irked me more because I couldn’t punish them the way I wanted to, because of the very scheme, I had made them portray.
What am I supposed to tell people? That in order not to give away the identity of Danika to my pack members, or make a weakling like her my Luna, I had ordered her to pretend to be the mate to my Beta.
They would call me a fool-especially, my brother and mother. They would surely jab at me and call me petty. So sending Lancelot away on a mission I knew would keep him away for long, and making her my sex slave was the best thing.
She would have to suffer for letting another man touch her. While Lancelot would suffer being away from the only place he has ever called home. I know how much that would crush him. Now, whatever feeling was growing between them, I have successfully severed. Even though I will miss him.
He betrayed my trust.
After trying too hard to concentrate and not focusing, I dismissed the meeting, telling them the Gamma, Charles, would link them when I deem fit. Then, I ordered Luther to drive faster to the palace. I couldn’t wait to start her punishment, as well as sate my wolf, Siv.
But firstly, I had to get drunk. So I had gone to my study and had a few goblets that would do the job-before heading to her room. If I’m going to achieve what I had in mind, I had to make sure all my emotions were bottled up and tossed through the window.
She will suffer. Oh, I will make her suffer.
Watching her coiled on her bed in the lingerie I had ordered to be delivered to her, gave me great pleasure knowing that, no matter how tenacious and sharp her mouth is, she finally knows her place.
“Stand!” I ordered, knowing she was awake-going to flip on the light to see every inch of her. Red was perfect on her, just the way I had imagined it. And the lingerie, just how I wanted it to be-enchanting.
What a pity it has to go off.
Siv jumped about, with shouts of ‘Mate’, ‘Mate’ which was seriously playing with my head. This is part of the reasons I’m drunk, yet, I could feel it-our bond is that strong.
“Strip!” I breathe out, nursing my little bottle and still observing her with clouded eyes. My manhood was already hardened and I couldn’t hold it anymore. Then the lingerie fell at her feet, leaving her bared to me just like she was the other day.
I lost it. Siv lost it.
I growled, raising the bottle once more and upturning every of the content in my mouth. It felt good in my system-just as my hormones felt good watching the most beautiful body I have ever seen. When did her boobs become this big?
“Come here!” I commanded, reaching below my waist to remove the belt from my trousers. I flapped it, seeing the way her eyes betrayed her outward resilience. Yeah. Just what you think, slut. I will make sure you have my mark designed all over your body that no other man would want to look at them.
“Faster! Don’t fucken waste my time. I have a Luna to go back to,” the tears flowing down her face should have moved me, but I held in my emotions, not allowing myself to fall for the scheming bitch.
“Please, Alpha. Please my King, please do not hurt me, I beg you,” she fell to her knees in front of me, her hands coming out to hold onto my knee. I pushed her backward, her butt hitting the floor. I cringed, a part of me wanting to stop and hold her up. For once, I wondered if this is the same person they said is a Hybrid. What a waste of power by the goddess! Maybe I shouldn’t blame her former pack members for being mean to her, I feel the same way too.
The tears pouring down her face tried to burn down my defense, striving to cause conflict within me.
Nevertheless, my heart is resolute towards her.
“Stand and lay down on my lap, now!”
“Please, don’t hu-”
“Shut the fuck up, and do what I say. That’s what a slut do,” I harshly brought down the bottle on the table.
“I’m not a slut,” the fire is returning. I don’t like that.
“Get on my laps now, Danika. Don’t let me say it again,” she stood slowly, wringing her fingers, in uncertainty. My patience wore out. I grabbed her by the waist and placed her across my lap, ignoring her feeble struggles.
“For your own good, make sure you don’t make any sound. Disobedience from you, and I will double the punishment, don’t test me,” I said, my hand instinctively going to rub at her round ass. Felt really good. But, that’s not the plan. Not yet.
Her sobs soon quietened down as I kept rubbing her ass, my manhood hardening to a painful degree. Just when she calmed down, her body possibly getting carried away by my soft touches, then, did I go against what we both craved for, and brought down the first swat hard on her ass.
She cried out, her legs flailing about in distress. Yet, I felt no pity towards her, instead, it spurred me on.
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