My Obsessed Alpha

Armando sat comfortably on the sofa as he watched Charlotte's stepfather serve him wine. Even though he was not going to take a sip from it, he still watched the man being too shaky to serve the Alpha, who came directly to his house. He quickly knelt on the ground with both of his hands in a pleading position. “I am so sorry, my Alpha. I promised I would return all the money. I would return every dime, I swear to you,” he promised as Armando shook his head sideways. “I don't want that anymore. You made me drive all the way to this place. I am getting everything, and if you don't have money, then I think I will just have to take your life,” he said to Charlotte's stepfather, whose eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. “You can't do that to me. I promise to give you anything you want, but I cannot give you my life because I have other things to do. I know I owe you a huge debt, which is something I cannot even proudly say with my own mouth, but please, please give me a second chance. Just give me a chance to at least work for the money and get it for you, and I promise I will pay you with more interest,” he said to Armando, who scoffed. “Do you really think when I was coming here on my own two legs I was expecting to get the money back? No. I only came here because I knew I was either going to take your life or take something precious from you. You are just a drunkard who spends money on unnecessary and useless things. So your life is the only thing I can take. Do you know how fulfilled I will feel if I should take it?” Armando said with so much fierceness in his voice as Charlotte's stepfather became unable to say a word. Just then, Charlotte staggered outside, feeling all sleepy. Armando had barged into her stepfather's house early in the morning, claiming to collect the debt that he had been owing him for quite a while, unable to pay. Unknown to him, Charlotte's stepfather had already spent the money on other unnecessary things, and now he had no way to pay for it. Armando was very mindful of who owed him debts, and he was always going to get back everything. That was how he showed the people of his pack that he was very authoritative, and when he wanted something, he always got it. He was just trying to set an example for any other debtors owing him money. Yes, he was a nice Alpha who always shared everything he had with others, but that did not stop him from still collecting it back, even if it meant killing them. But now Charlotte's stepfather had nothing to offer. He had no property and was fully in debt, unable to pay anything. So for that reason, he knew killing him was the only way. But that was when Charlotte coincidentally staggered into the sitting room. Just then, she realized that the sitting room was packed with guards and that someone special was sitting on the sofa. Immediately she realized it was Alpha Armando. She stood up straight and straightened herself. Armando stared at Charlotte for a while, looking at her from head to toe as a smirk slowly covered his face. He crossed his legs and looked directly at Charlotte, who looked down at her feet. Just then, her stepfather realized what was going on and saw that Armando was interested in Charlotte. Yes, he had always kept Charlotte in check, using her as a slave. Since her mother died and her father too died, he was the only one left. This was a perfect opportunity for him. Without wasting time, he crawled towards Armando and laid flat on the ground, holding onto Armando's feet, making both Armando and Charlotte surprised. “I am going to give you anything you want, Alpha Armando. Even if it is my daughter you want, Alpha, I am ready to give her to you just to pay off my debt. As long as I am free from my debt, I don't mind what you do to her. Even if you are to kill her, please go ahead,” he said. Charlotte was so surprised that she could not even speak. She could not even stand up for herself. She was someone who would not let anybody walk past or walk through her like she was a nobody. But at this stage, she was surprised that her stepfather could do something like this. Yes, she always knew that her stepfather never actually liked her, but this was just way too much. “Dad,” she muttered after being able to get back her voice as he looked at her angrily. “Do not call me Dad. I am not your father, okay? I only married your mother, and she died leaving you in my care. I have tried my best to care for you. I also used part of the money I collected as debt to take care of you. So all you can do is at least help me with it and follow the Alpha. Whether you become his slave or you become anything, or you go back to your mother where she is in her grave, I don't care as long as I'm free from you,” he said as Charlotte looked at Armando, who still had a cunning smile on his face. Yes, he had this keen interest in Charlotte, but this was even a much more compelling reason to get her for himself. After all, he knew that taking Charlotte's stepfather's life would not really appease him in any way, but having Charlotte would appease him even more. If he was to turn her into his s*x mate, then that was also fine with him. He stood up quickly as all the guards stood to attention. “Take her,” he muttered as he walked out of the room. Charlotte's stepfather was so happy as the guards dragged Charlotte out. She was not an easy person to be dragged or flogged anywhere. She tried her best to free herself from their grips, but they still did not let go of her. She continued to drag and resist until she got right in front of Armando, who was standing in front of his car as they threw her to the floor. She stood up immediately, looking so bold. Armando smiled as he slowly walked towards her, standing just a few inches away from her. “Do you know who I am? And yet you are dragging instead of obeying?” Armando said to her as she scoffed, muttering some words to herself that Armando could not hear. He lifted her face with her chin as she had a deep frown on her face. “What do you expect me to do? Yes, you are taking me to become your slave, or do you want to kill me? Go ahead, but that does not mean I will lick your feet and do everything you want.” It made Armando so angry that he could not control himself. “How dare you?” he muttered to her, holding her face even more firmly, almost enjoying her resistance, but yet she did not squeal in pain. “I know my father throwing me to you means that you're going to torture me. Go ahead. I am not scared of anything. What do you want to use me for?” she said, even more, determined and in a threatening tone as if he were the one in the bad position. It made Armando even angrier as the driver opened the door to the back seat for him. He turned to his guards one more time. “When we get to the palace, throw her into the dungeon, and don't feed her for three good days,” he muttered before stepping in and slamming the door. Charlotte had entered a serious problem.