Chapter 6 Chapter 6
Alpha Damon pov
Faster than her fragile little body could process.
She slammed into me, gasping like a startled rabbit while falling unceremoniously on the hard floor. I didn’t even flinch.
“Where are you going, pet?” I asked, my voice low, too calm. I didn’t need to raise it to break her. Fear rolled off her in thick waves, sweet and pungent, and I drank it like fine whiskey.
She froze beneath my gaze. For a second before tears welled up her eyes.
Good, she remembered what I had told her before.
She was supposed to be on the fucking bed, naked!!
The sight of her fully clothed, still defiant in his softness, lit a fire under my skin. My claws ached to break through. My wolf snarled behind my ribs, demanding I put her in her place.
The third time. This was the fucking third time she had disobeyed a direct order, and what i hate is disobedience.
I growled deep and low, sounding out my dissatisfaction. She scurried back like a frightened puppy.
Stupid Omegas,
Before she could react, I grabbed her by the throat, her eyes bulged. Hands flew to my wrist, weak and desperate, trying to pull away. But I didn’t budge an inch.
“You still seem to be confused about your pathetic place in this pack, pet,” I hissed, lifting her easily off the ground.
Her body dangled like a broken doll, light and Fragile. Her face turned red. Her pale lips parted as she struggled to breathe. I watched every twitch, every helpless shake of her head, pleading.
“You need to be punished.”
Her mouth opened, as if she was trying to plead, but there was no need.
I didn’t care.
I tightened my grip, just a little too hard. Then, at the very brink, I let her go.
She crashed to the floor, gasping like a fish pulled from water.
Pathetic, weak and vulnerable.
I didn’t even give her time to recover before I grabbed her by the front of that ridiculous dress she was on,
Her gasp echoed like music in the silence.
“Disobedient little things like you need to be reminded of their place,” I muttered, my tone cold, and devoid of any emotion.
I clenched the thin fabric of her dress, ready to rip the damn thing off.
Her eyes. wide, terrified…locked onto mine.
Panic.
She knew what I was about to do.
And deep inside her… she knew what it would mean... hot welcome sex!!
“Struggling will only make it worse, pet,” I said, lowering my face closer to hers to take a deep inhale. Her scent was so intoxicating that I almost lost control of my world that was just at the edge.
“Please don’t…” she whimpered.
My claws were itching to shred the damn clothes. Break her, stake my claim, and brand her as mine.
Goodness, help me, I hand clenched to tear the damn dress...
The door burst open.
“Master.”
The voice cut tthroughthe moment like silver blade.
I froze.
My fingers are so close...
My beta stood at the door, his gaze flickering between me and the trembling girl before he spoke why he had disturbed my fun. “An emergency has arisen,” he said calmly.
My jaw clenched.
Of course it had.
Of all times…
I inhaled once more, taking in another deep inhale. I didn't understand why I was so affected by her scent.
Then I let her go.
She crumpled to the floor like an unwanted toy.
I didn’t look at her again. If I did, I know i would damn the fucking emergency and breed her like a horse.
“We’re not finished,” I growled and walked out, barely containing the rage boiling under my skin.
The door slammed shut behind me.
I stormed down the corridor, my wolf clawing beneath my skin like it wanted me to turn back and finish what I didn’t finish.
My jaw tightened. I could still feel the warmth of her trembling body beneath my grip. The fire burning behind those terrified eyes. The way she continued to squirm, I couldn't banish the image of her pinned under me, while I ravaged her from the back…
I shook my head to remove all the projections my wolf dax continued to put into my head, even though it looked so damn tempting.
Because something was wrong. I could feel it deep in my bones. An instinct that has been there since I was a pup. But no matter how I tried, I couldn’t find anything.
And that scent…
All I knew was that something was off about her. Especially her scent.
I didn’t know why, but my wolf became increasingly agitated just from her mere presence. It has never happened before, not with my numerous concubines and slaves I have slept with and definitely never with a pet.
And that's the problem, because this particular pet has been ever since she came, she had managed to disobey me three times and had gotten away with it.
I growled in frustration. Was I becoming too lenient nowadays, or was it something more…
If James hadn't interrupted …
I shoved the thought away. This wasn’t the time.
"Why now?" I snapped at Rafe without looking at him. “That girl was seconds away from losing her throat.”
He didn’t flinch. He never did.
“They're waiting in the War Room,” he said simply.
I paused at that.
“They” meant only one thing,
The Veretti Clan. Our neighboring mafia pack.
