The Cursed Alpha's Dark Obsession
Sohneeyah · Ongoing · 75.1k Words
Introduction
Azrael has spent four centuries haunted by a curse, hunting for the one destined to save him. When he encounters Saphielle, he finds a girl who should be an outcast, her lack of scent is a terrifying taboo among werewolves. Yet, her eyes trigger a hunger in him that no prophecy could have prepared him for.
Saphielle is the one Azrael shouldn't want. She belongs to his enemy, and she is the woman his fiancée wants destroyed. But Azrael doesn't care about the rules of men or wolves. He has found his obsession, and he will never let her go.
"Azrael! What are you doing?" I gasped.
He'd dropped to his knees before me, smiling devilishly.
"I told you," He lifted my dress and it took everything in me to not hide myself as he tugged down my panties. "I want to taste you."
My eyes widened but I stepped out of them, because really, I wanted this.
But… "Not…not here anyone could see!"
"Put your leg on my shoulder," he said instead.
And I did as he asked, placing my left leg over his shoulder.
"Good girl."
"What if someone looks for me. I've been gone for minutes!"
"Then let's see how fast I can get you to cum before anyone misses you."
I wanted to argue but my words morphed into a strangled gasp at the first swipe of his warm, wet tongue against my swollen clit.
Fuck. God's. Fuck.
Chapter 1
Saphielle's POV
"RUN!! NOW!!"
And I did, as fast as I could.
Mistress Annika and Mistress Rosita would double my punishment if I didn't obey. They've once burnt a girl's skin with a hair curler for disobeying and then locked her up in the toilet for days.
My lungs burned. My eyes watered. But I dare not stop running.
"You had better touch that fence in five seconds!" Annika's voice boomed into the megaphone speaker.
Goddess. Fuck my life.
That was not possible! The fence in question was too far away!
"Five!"
My heart lurched violently as her countdown began.
"Goddess, please…" I panted heavily. "Please, please, help me."
"Four!"
Her voice sent my heart galloping frantically. "Don't mess with me, Saphielle!"
I increased my pace ignoring the protest from my legs and lungs.
I'm not going to make it. I realized much to my horror.
It was a setup. They knew I couldn't do it. As usual, it was a way to mess with me and punish me even harder.
I should stop knowing I was going to lose in the end but I knew that would only put me in bigger trouble.
"You're so slow, you fat bitch!" It was Rosita's voice that echoed this time.
"Two!"
As I pushed past my limit, a sharp pain shot through my leg muscles. I wasn't an athlete—never been athletic all my life, mom wouldn't let me.
"Oh, you're in so much trouble, Saphielle!" Annika's laughter rang out.
"One!!!"
My stomach dropped.
Hot tears wet my cheeks and I bit hard into my lower lip to keep the sob threatening to break free.
I'm fucked.
I'm so fucked.
I came to a stop, falling on my hands and knees, the rough, hard concrete bruising my flesh in the process.
My heartbeat was erratic. My lungs struggled to contain the gulps of air I took in.
Rosita yelled almost immediately, "Don't keep us waiting or you'll be sorry."
I didn't have to be told twice, I was already on my feet, racing back to the two seniors who had sworn to make my life in Velmorne Academy a living hell.
I was panting like a wild bull by the time I dropped to my knees before them, my head hanging low.
But just as they were about to pounce on me, the school's siren went off.
That happening on a Saturday morning meant it was important and all students had to be present at the Grand Hall...
"Listen up, slut," Annika snapped as she grabbed my chin painfully, her nails digging painfully into my flesh. "This is not over. You'll report back to my room at 12 midnight for your punishment."
"Y-yes, Mistress Annika."
Satisfied, they shoved me and walked away.
I picked myself off from the floor, wiping my tears. My face felt hot and sticky with sweat. My body ached.
I just want to go home.
This wasn't how I pictured my freedom and life as a college student.
Hell, this wasn't how I pictured the 'great' Velmorne Academy. A school for the elites.
It wasn't like the normal colleges or universities common people attended. It wasn't even like the Ivy league schools humans—and some supernaturals—attended. It was so much more but it was hell.
A year ago, I was over the moon when I was awarded the scholarship to study here.
My biggest mistake was accepting it.
Who knew these rich kids were mean, brutal and cold?
How could I have known that I'd be picked on for no reason and I couldn't fight back?
And the rules? They were ridiculous!
"Seniors should be addressed as Masters and Mistresses."
"Don't talk back to those above you."
"You're to obey seniors."
"Never question their authority."
"You're to serve them."
God.
The hierarchy system in this school was terrifying and unfair.
Seniors and the privileged kids ruled the school like they were gods. Even most professors were at their mercy.
And I just so happened to have offended the two most cruelest bitches in Velmorne.
Annika and Rosita.
Annika was the Grand Master's niece. Rosita wasn't just the great-granddaughter of one of the founding fathers, she was betrothed to the Alpha Prince, Azrael.
So yeah, the only way to escape them was leaving this school but I can't.
I couldn't disappoint my parents and where would they get the money to enroll me in some other school?
The hall was packed with students. Their voices bounced off the walls as they chattered away.
I dropped into the free seat I could find, letting out an exhausted sigh. I still felt sore from earlier, my eyes stung a little with dried tears.
Thank goodness the Grand Master called for this meeting.
Sure, I knew a greater punishment awaited me later but a little break was nice.
"Hey babes!" My best friend, Leanne, dropped into the seat beside me.
I forced a smile. "Hey, Annie."
"Have any idea what this random meeting is about?" She asked absent-mindedly, unwrapping a lollipop.
I shrugged. "I guess we'll have to wait to find out."
Seconds later, the Grand Master, Lord Draegor —a middle-aged dude, mostly bald—climbed the stage.
"Good day students!" He smiled, which was a first—that man rarely smiled. He wasn't just powerful, he was scary.
"I want this meeting to be brief, so I'll go straight to the point," he voice echoed through the mic. "I'm happy to announce today that Alpha Prince Azrael will be joining us this year."
The hall exploded.
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