Chapter#43

Chapter#43
Leandro’s POV

“I thought you were dead,” I growled.

“Wish I was,” she whispered as her voice cracked. Her eyes found mine, holding my forearms, “I never betrayed you, Leandro. Many lords used me, but my heart only wanted you.”

Besides being my beta, Rhea had been my bedmate whenever I craved a body to warm my sheets. Many others tried to fill her place, but no one satisfied my wolf. It craved for her every night; not for her heart, she could keep that pathetic thing, but for her submission and her loyalty forged in pain.

“I heard you’re headed to Ironfang?” her murmur cut through the room’s silence, “What’s there, if I may ask?”

“A Silverthorn bitch,” I snarled, “Theron’s daughter.”

“Alpha Theron?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Didn’t he reject your hand years ago?”

“She’s mine, Rhea.” I grabbed her by her waist, pulling her closer. “I’ll make her pay for her father’s insult. No one rejects me, and I made sure he understood what that meant when I turned her wedding day into a slaughterhouse bloodbath.”

“So, it is true,” her voice was a whisper as her lips brushed mine, “You killed the great Alpha Theron.”

“Mind your fucking tongue,” I snapped as I grabbed her mouth in my claws. “You out of all wolves know that I’m the only great Alpha in the whole fucking Lunareth.”

I crashed my mouth onto hers, and she didn’t resist. She never did. Her body shivered as my fingers stroked between her pussy which was already ready for my touch. I sucked on her shoulder hard enough to make her gasp.

“Alpha,” her voice came out as a soft moan, “I… I have to tell you something…”

I didn’t reply. Instead, I grabbed her breasts hard as I cornered her against the wall.

“Alpha,” she let out a breath as she held my head tighter, “My wolf’s dead.”

And as quickly as I grabbed her, I pushed her away, making her nearly trip. I let out a long breath, looking at her helpless, fragile, pathetic body. Without another word, I sat on a sofa.

“They killed my wolf,” she got on her knees in front of me, almost crying. “I know I can never be your beta again, but…”

I cut her off. “Go outside and call for a man slave.” I hissed without meeting her eyes.

She didn’t argue and got up to her feet. “Yes, Apha,” she nodded, almost bowing. 

She walked out with shoulders stiff with shame. I didn’t care if her wolf was gone or not. It didn’t matter to me. But all of a sudden, her presence disgusted me. And I wanted her to beg me to touch her again.

A few minutes later, the door creaked open and Rhea stepped back in. Behind her trailed a man, tall, bare-chested, and collared. His eyes lowered like he knew better than to look around. She stood to the side, silent, waiting for my command. I didn’t even glance at her. 

My focus was on the man and what I’d planned for her.

I got up and walked closer to her. “Go put that shackle on your neck,” I whispered close to her ear.

And like every time, she didn’t argue.

Rhea’s POV

Leandro knew better than to test me. 

I’d passed all his trials. Yet here I was, wolfless, and he called for a slave to break me further. 

My heart still bled for him. 

I’d loved him since we were pups, when his cruel smile first lit a fire in my chest. I was six, trailing him through Bloodclaw’s ash-choked fields, swearing I’d be his shadow. Decades later, that love was a chain, heavier than any iron on my wrists. 

I’d kill for him, die for him, let him whip me raw if it pleased him. 

Even now, as his claws marked my skin and his voice mocked my weakness, I’d do anything to see that spark in his eyes, to feel his hands claim me, to prove I was still his. 

He didn’t love me, never would, but I’d burn the world to ash just to hear him call me his beta again.

Slowly, I reached for the shackle. My fingers trembled as I lifted the cold iron to my throat. Its weight made my arms shake, but I managed to clasp it shut with a soft click. 

"Crawl onto the bed," he growled in a rough whisper.

And I obeyed.

“Go on,” he looked between me and the slave man, and commanded, “I want to see you suck on his tiny cock.”

As I got into my position, bent on my four, I took his cock in my hand. The chain around my neck was too heavy, but I had to be perfect for him. 

Leandro walked in the opposite direction, and I could feel his eyes scanning my round ass.

“Did I tell you to touch it?” he growled, as a sharp jolt of pain crossed my left cheek. He spanked me with the rubber belt he was wearing some minutes ago.

But instead of reacting to the pain he caused, I moved my red ass up for him to have a good look at it… or maybe spank it again. 

Dragging my tongue along the slave man’s cock, I could feel it stiffen under my tongue. I curled my tongue around the head, teasing the fat crown.

I hated how my body reacted to it, and even though I hated it, I couldn’t stop the pleasure that was building inside of me. The pleasure that Leandro was watching me doing this, and it pleased him. 

I grabbed the slave man’s hand and brought it to my breast. The heavy weight of my breast was soft and warm in his hand, and he groaned as my nipple pressed against his palm. His fingers automatically closed around the flesh as his cock throbbed harder in my mouth.

And then another spank hit me, harder this time. “Did you forget who you belong to and what you’re supposed to do?” he yelled, “Or are you just testing how far I’ll go to remind you?”

I knew it pleased him. 

Ignoring his words, I rose to my knees. I grabbed the slave man’s hands to cup both of my breasts. A breathy little moan escaped my lips as he gently squeezed them.

I watched Leandro appear behind the slave man and watched as I kissed him, pressing my body against his in waves, looking into Leandro’s eyes. 

He grabbed the slave man’s hair and pulled it backward, close to his lips, and then growled while still looing at me, “Slam her on the bed and fuck her like the filthy wolfless whore she is!”

The slave man didn’t hesitate and pushed me hard against the bed. The weight of the iron shackle was too much, making me slam my body backward on the bed before I could even think.

I grabbed my breasts, pinching my nipples as I opened my legs, exposing my wet valley for the slave man to enter, and for Leandro to pleasure himself from it.

The slave man’s hands roamed down my body, pulling my legs up to drape them over his arms, spreading my thighs wide for him. The head of his cock pressed up against the soft, wet lips of my pussy making me gasp.

I met Leandro’s eyes, and my body reacted to the desire that I saw there. He wanted to fuck me. He wanted to fuck me bad. And he wanted me to beg him to fuck me. 

But that wasn’t happening tonight.