Chapter 104

Alyson

"Let me go," I plead, my breathing ragged.

There's a harsh shake of my shoulder, Olivera straightening up and fidgeting with his cufflinks of a uniform. It makes him look professional, almost like a real Alpha, except he has his snide look of power and arrogance that drives me crazy.

"Bad dream, blood pet?" he taunts, cocking his head down at the sight of me.

I've elected to sleep on the floor the last few days, curled up on a blanket like a house-pet. It was that or stay struggling in his grasp all night in bed. He kissed my neck too much; I had to find a way around it for now even if I am just postponing the inevitable.

I tuck my head back into my arms, as if I am my own pillow, and feel the numb pulse of my wrists in my silencer stone bracelets. "I feel sick," I say, albite a lie. I can tell by his attire we are going somewhere and I want no part of it. "I think I'm going to throw up, Alpha."

"Stop trying to gain sympathy and get dressed," he hums, pointing to a short, flowy dress hanging on the closet door nearby.

It is lowcut on top, the skirt him like a pedal, curly and blooming outward where my thighs will be fully on display. I blink my wide eyes up at him, hoping for some kind of break today. I've been lugged around as his sideshow everyday since I've been back to this hell.

"I don't think I can, Olivera," I groan, pleading. "Please, just leave me—"

"If I leave you at the helm of my warriors and beta, there's no telling what they'll do to you while being unsupervised," he says, shaking his head with a cunning and narrow look. I give in, peeling myself off the hard floor and single blanket, reaching for the dress. "Very good choice, sweetheart."

"I'm not your damn sweetheart," I growl on impulse.

I don't have to turn around to see that his eyes are blackened now, I can hear it in his voice, tainted by his wolf. "You are what I say you are, Alyson."

I shudder, stunted in place as I close the bathroom doors to change, instead feeling the doorknob ripped from my palm and swung back open. I can feel him breathing, feel his eyes watching and waiting and so desperately yearning for more.

Swallowing hard, I dare not turn to face him. "Shut the door, please."

"No," he snaps abrasively. It's so early in the morning and I've already pissed him off. "You will change here. Right now. While I watch, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry if I was disrespectful—"

"Too late for that," he barks, making me jump. "Change. Now!"

I give in, too terrified of his voice to do much else. I undo the straps on my shirt, letting the fabric fall to the floor, followed soon by the hem of my shorts. My hands tremble, the feeling of cold eyes scanning my backside as I undress slowly in fear.

When I pull the dress up to slide into, he rips it away from me, forcing me to turn and face him in shock, the hot, blush of my embarrassment now stark against my cheeks. I try to maneuver my arms to cover my breasts but it doesn't help, his glare finding every crevice of my innocence. I shift uncomfortably, eyeing the dress in hopes he will give it to me soon.

"Look at me," he snaps.

My eyes follow suit, glaring up at him in expectant fear. Instead, he charges forward, throwing the dress aside. His hands scoop under my thighs, gripping my ass, and yanking my feet off the floor as he pushes me backwards in a frenzy. My back hits the mirror, my backside resting on the countertop.

His lips curl around my earlobe, kissing me up and down my neck, his rough tongue gently brushing my smooth, silky neck until I feel myself gasp alive in chills. I grab at his arms, clenching him a little too hard, my nails chipping into his surface. He growls like he enjoys the notion, pushing further in between my parted knees.

His hand curves down my sides, cupping my breasts into his grasp, his fingertips toying dangerously slow down my abdomen, as if ready to find the pleasure point of my body and penetrate it now. I let out a forced squeal, terrified of the possibility of his hands, or any other part of his body, daring to pressure into my sex.

"Pl—Please—"

"Please what, sweetheart?" he moans, nibbling on my lower lip, threating to bite it off any moment now. "Tell me what you want."

I dare to open my mouth in protest, instead screaming slightly when his fingers dare slide into my wet, hot sex. I tense slightly, watching his lips curl up devilishly, tightening the feeling of my pleasure point around the knuckles of his fingers that methodically move around in my sensual spot. I tip my head back; Olivera laughs menacingly.

"You like that, blood pet?" he hums.

I have no good answer, unfortunately finding myself sinking into his dancing, swirling hands. "I—I—"

"Alpha," a daring voice hollers from the bedroom.

All at once, Olivera pulls back and tosses me a towel to cover up with. I cling to it helplessly, sat up on the countertop with my legs hiked up, expectant and needing to compose myself. Olivera leans against the doorway, leaving me in sight of the beta who glares through us both from the bedroom.

"Am I interrupting, Alpha?" Maddox grates.

Olivera rumbles a noise in his throat. "Yes, you are."

Even standing in front of me, I can see Olivera tauntingly slide his fingers into his mouth and seductively drag them back through his closed, drooling lips. I blush hotter now.

"Apologies." Beta Maddox adjusts his coat, also fancy in style and not near their regular attire. "If you'd please finish up your business, the guys are waiting for us up top to head out. I would suggest we leave her behind, Alpha, only cause—"

"She stays by my side," Olivera says protectively.

Maddox nods in defeat. "Then I will wait for you both on the surface."

When he leaves, I watch the Alpha. He grabs for the dress and throws it toward me, watching as I slide into it quickly, without rebuttal, to keep from having a repeat moment.

"Where are we going?" I mumble, adjusting the dress on my hips while hiking down off the countertop. "What is happening, Olivera?"

"We're going to see some friends of yours," he says very matter-of-factly.

I don't want to ask. I know he means the elders.