Alpha's Revenge
“You will do as I say or I promise you that before I’m done with you, you’ll wish for a quick death.”
“There is nothing you can do to me that will ever make me want you. I’m saving myself for my mate, so you can give up on me giving myself to you willingly. As for me dying, even in death I win because you still won’t get my companies.” I smirk at him.
Suddenly he is on the bed and ripping my clothes off of me. I buck underneath him trying to throw him off balance enough to knock him off of me and out of the bed. Well, that was the plan anyway. Once he got my shirt open, he used his claws to cut away my bra then moved down to my pants and panties. “This cannot be happening right now.” I say inside my head. The Goddess can’t possibly let me be raped by this man.
“GET OFF OF ME YOU SICK PERVERT!” I scream at him.
“You will give me what I want whether you like it or not Reigna.”
He continues to tear my clothes away and once they’re gone; he straddles me and pins my hands down to the bed. The smirk he gives me sends shivers down my spine and not the good kind. For the first time in what seems like forever, I am scared. All I can think is that if he succeeds, I hope that my mate will forgive me. I’m no prude, I know there is a strong chance that my mate will not be a virgin, but this was just something that I wanted to do for him. I wanted to give him that gift whether he saved himself for me or not. There are some she-wolves that don’t save themselves and their mates are still just as happy to be with them.
He leans down and his smile seems to get bigger as his face gets closer to my own. I can smell whiskey on his breath and that turns my stomach. His scent mixed with the alcohol is not a good combination. I turn my head away from him so that I don’t have to see his ugly face. Bypassing my lips, he begins to trail kisses from my jawbone down to my neck and starts sucking on my marking spot and I feel his canines elongate and graze my skin which sends me into instant panic mode. This bastard is going to mark me!
There’s a commotion coming from outside and suddenly he is off of me and growling while heading to the door. I hear the lock click into place and begin to try to sit up again and hopefully get myself untied before he comes back. The sound of tires screeching on the asphalt of the circular drive makes me stop what I'm doing and try to listen. I can hear at least seven cars pulling to a stop and men piling out marching towards the front door. “I wonder who could be coming here so late.” I say to myself before I go back to trying to free myself.
As I continue to wiggle and do whatever I can to get loose, voices start to raise so loud that I can hear them on this floor. Someone said the word King and then I couldn’t hear anything else before the shouting started and then a growl so loud that the house shook and everything went silent. The power radiating from that growl was enough to make even me want to submit but surprisingly I didn’t, though I had no time to think about that as I heard footsteps getting closer and the door to the bedroom came flying off the hinges. There stood the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life. He had short curly black hair, but not as black as mine, with dazzling hazel eyes that kept flickering between hazel and black. He was about 6’6 with broad shoulders and muscles everywhere. His thighs looked as though they could choke a bear and his arms and legs were solid muscle as well. Those he was very muscular; he didn’t look bulky. My lips suddenly felt very dry and instinctively I lick them but my eyes never leave the man and I see his nostrils flare. “Mate.” I mumbled back. I’d felt the bond the minute we locked eyes, but I tried my best to ignore it and it was working my treacherous wolf came forward and said the word I was hoping to keep secret.
“Mate!” he shouted at me.