"Touch me." he ordered in a hoarse, raspy voice. It was low, almost like a whisper, yet still very demanding. He watched her every movement like a hawk, with eyes turning darker and darker in anticipation. She raised her hand up to his bare chest, lightly grazing the burning skin with the feather-like touch of her fingers. He can't help the groan that escaped his gritting teeth, it made her bite her lower lip. "Don't tease me, puppet." he said in what almost like a growl. "Don't make me bite you" ------- In a world full of dominants, a weakling stumbled in. A school filled with pampered shifters, humans are the entertainment. And under the hands of an alpha, a puppet will dance. But only for him, and his gaze only. For she's chosen, soon to be claimed, and he's the master. - S H O R T C H A P T E R S - Just a quick note from the author. This story contains mature content (yes, sexually), and every chapter will be short of less than 500 words only.