Two Alphas Chasing Me

Chapter 5

Rosalie's POV

For several minutes after Darren's words fell, it was as if I had lost my ability to understand. It was as if I didn't understand what he was saying at all, or maybe my subconscious wasn't letting me.

Even the group of wolves around me were quiet for a moment when they heard this, but then they roared again.

"Undress! Oh, Darren, I never knew you were such a generous person before!"

"It's not enough just to undress, I want her to get down on her knees and serve me, I'm already hard just watching her come!"

"Hey b***h, turn around and look at me, maybe if you get down on your knees and beg me now, I can reluctantly ask Darren for a favor for you and assign you to a few of us. You should know that if you suffer through all the werewolves in this hall, even if you don't die, you'll still be crippled!"

The clamor around me almost shattered my heart, and I could barely stand up from the repeated humming in my brain.

My whole body was shaking.

It was completely unconscionable! What did the Alpha want from me? Want me to undress in front of all these werewolves?

And they obviously regarded me as a cheap w***e that can f**k casually, so they just sneered with insult to their hearts content!

My chest heaved violently, trying to force myself to calm down, but I realized that I had still overestimated my tolerance.

Was it really necessary to do this? In front of so many werewolves, take off the only clothes left on my body under their obscene gazes and then become their plaything, breaking my all dignity?

I slowly glanced around and took two more steps forward to meet Darren's eyes against their excited stares.

He was reclining in his luxurious chair, looking impassively at the bizarre, almost comical scene below. But I sensed boundless malice in his eyes, and he seemed to enjoy watching me helpless , with no choice but to surrender.

Rosalie, hold back, weren't you mentally prepared when you decided to become his slave? It's just the difference between one person screwing you and a group of people screwing you. It's okay, it's okay, you haven’t avenged your parents’ death yet, you can't just give up!

I slowly unfastened my left shoulder strap, my eyes fixated on Darren, trying to read something in his gaze.

That's what you want to see, right?

I reached for the right shoulder strap, and if I unhooked it again, my upper body would be completely exposed to everyone.

The atmosphere in the hall seemed to be driven to a climax by my move.

They cheered, grinned, and watched with great interest as I, an alien from the Dark Moon Pack, a once proud werewolf, was about to be thoroughly driven into the mud.

"I've seen her the last time she appeared in the hall." One of the werewolves rubbed his hands expectantly and said, "At the time, she admitted that she was the Alpha successor."

Another werewolf shook his head and said mysteriously, "Look, she looks so weak, even the omega could trample her underfoot before, how did such a weak werewolf become the heir? Maybe it was by climbing into men's beds that she got to that position!"

"Then her parents have really brought up a good daughter."

I wasn't going to take it any longer.

I clenched my fists, hatred in my eyes.

Let’s die together! Killing one was not a loss, two was a gain!

First of all, the one who just said the worst, he was diagonally behind me, as soon as I...

"All right." I heard a person's voice, and the voice belonged to... Darren. I stopped undressing looking at him incredulously. I didn't think this horrible man would say stop.

The other werewolves were more upset than I was surprised.

"Darren, what are you doing? You said it before ......"

Darren cut him short, his eyebrows raised, impatience written all over his handsome face. Somehow, I could sense that he was angry.

But why was he angry? I'm the one who should really be angry and freaking out, right?

"What did I promise you? Make it clear, Finn."

The werewolf known as Finn choked, but couldn't say anything. Indeed, Darren hadn't given them any promises, not even to take off my clothes, nor to share me with them.

Of course, I wasn't grateful to him for that.

In fact, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be in such a predicament, surrounded and insulted by so many werewolves.

And Finn was clearly going for it again. I could see the curve of his crotch, perhaps he had gotten hard when he saw me undress and was desperate to unleash. He would probably be ridiculed if he went out in such a lustful yet unsatisfied manner.

And before I could make fun of him, I was unexpectedly yanked by the arm.

This shameless pervert was tugging me and trying to pull me into his arms!

I was just about to struggle when I saw Darren sprang to his feet with an unpleasant look.

"Get lost." His voice was low, as pleasant as a cello, but at this moment it was full of killing intent.

The boisterous hall fell silent for a moment, and eyes turned to Darren, hearing him growl angrily again.

"Get lost!"

Oh, okay, now I see, this guy is really fickle. I silently scolded him, but I was also really relieved. Not having to strip in front of so many werewolves.

Those who were called to the hall withdrew silently, and I took this opportunity to put the straps back on, but I heard a teasing voice in my ear.

"Weren't you going to take it off for us? Why are you tying it back now, is this what you want to show? Your determination?" Darren looked at me with a grin. I had to admit that when he’s not with that stony face, he’s pretty charming.

I lost myself for a moment in his beautiful orange-red eyes, until I pinched my palm with my nails, and finally calmed down..

" I thought you were reluctant to see me naked given the attitude you just displayed?"

I didn't think to myself that he wasn’t willing to let others see me naked, but I couldn't find a reasonable explanation for it.

He smirked, "You are so much smarter than I thought. Then, you should know that what I said to you before, 'Be my slave' refers to more than an ordinary slave, right?"

My heart sank, bu I was prepared and not too surprised.

"I know."

"Very well." He reached out, patted my cheek with the back of his hand frivolously, and returned to his ornate chair, sweeping the non-existent dust from it before sitting down.

"So, you know what you're going to do now?" He licks his canines expectantly.

"Pleasing me."

Sure enough, an extremely dangerous scumbag who takes pleasure in torturing people. I secretly gave Daren the verdict in my mind.

But right now, there was nothing I could do about this scum except submit, and there was no way to resist, let alone escape.

"Didn't you have a lot of courage? Now what's wrong with you, squirming and standing still and refusing to come over, are you ......" He stretched his emphasis, leaned out of his chair and looked at me playfully. "Scared?"

Human potential is indeed infinite.

If it was before, when I encountered this level of humiliation, I would have already transformed into a werewolf and fought him, but now, surprisingly, I calmed down after taking a deep breath.

I moved closer to him and asked him softly, "What do you want me to do?"

Darren got upset.

He crossed his legs and hooked his index finger at me. "Come closer, how could we talk about pleasing in such distance?”

And he frowned again when I stepped in front of him, even with my leg pressed against it.

"I hate looking at people with that perspective. As the Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack, only others look up to me. So on your knees."

He kicked me in the knee, not painful, but humiliating.

I knew what kind of person he was anyway, and I was prepared for it. Just kneel down? It's better than being held down by the omega on your head.

I convinced myself and slowly knelt down on the ground in front of him.

He picked up my chin, obviously with malice written in his eyes, but his tone was like a simple child. "What are you doing kneeling here like a log? Have you never learned how to serve a man?"

Serve a man? I was an excellent Alpha heir, why should I learn how to serve a man?

I held back the anger in my heart, leaned a little closer to him, tilted my head, closed my eyes and carefully kissed him on the lips, and then, unsurprisingly, received no response.

I tried to recall how I used to make out with Edmund to please him, but at the time Edmund and I were in love, even if I simply responded, he was breathing heavily. The werewolf in front of me now, although he said I was wood, I think he is really like wood that one.

What a waste of this good-looking face!

"Is that all you can do?" My mouth was sore from pleasing and my legs were numb from kneeling, only to get this response.

"You should be more like a hooker, instead of acting like this, green and sluggish."

Then don't use me as a slave, huh? There are thousands of women who want to be your Darren's slave, why do you have to choose me?

My heart held a fire, but I held it back.

Pleasure, right? I reached out and touched his crotch, only to find that it was not as calm as his face showed, and that I was obviously already feeling it.

I quickly retracted my hand as if I had been burned, and my face burned slightly.

In fact, not only him, but also me ......

I lowered my eyes, not willing to let him discover my abnormalities, and Darren finally made his next move.

He took my wrist, pulled me into his arms, untied my shoulder straps as if flirting, and nibbled gently on my collarbone.

Such intimate contact was done with the person I hate the most now.

I did my best to suppress the resentment in my heart, but I heard him whisper in my ear, "Do you think your parents would hate you if they saw this?"

The string in my brain called sanity snapped off with a bang.