Alpha’s Reluctant Human Slave Mate, Now Untouchable

CHAPTER 3

L E I L A N I

He lifted my dress over my head, tossing it aside. I sat before him, clad only in my worn, thin panties. His amber eyes roamed my body, and I felt a blush creeping up my neck.

"Perfect," he breathed. He reached out and traced the small, pink scar on my shoulder where a wolf had clawed me during my abduction.

I flinched at the memory. The pain, the terror, the feeling of my life slipping away.

He must have felt me tense. "A souvenir?"

I nodded, not trusting my own voice.

He leaned in and gently kissed the scar. His lips were soft, and a strange warmth spread through my chest. It was an act of tenderness I hadn't expected, a flicker of compassion in the darkness.

"Who did this to you?"

"A guard. During my abduction."

A muscle feathered in his jaw. "He still lives?"

"I think so."

"He won't for long," he promised, his voice dangerously low.

I looked at him, truly looked at him. His amber eyes held a fierce protectiveness, a possessiveness that should have scared me, but instead made my heart ache.

"Why?" I whispered. "Why do you care?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he claimed my lips in a searing kiss, pouring all of his frustration and desire into it. He laid me down on the bed, his body covering mine. He was heavy, a solid wall of muscle, but I didn't feel crushed. I felt... safe.

And that was the most terrifying thing of all.

His hands were everywhere, exploring every curve and hollow of my body. He touched me like I was something precious, something to be cherished. I had been treated like an animal, a piece of property, for so long that I had forgotten what it felt like to be seen as a person.

I arched into him, my body crying out for more. I was lost in a haze of sensation, my mind blank except for the feel of his hands, his lips, his body against mine.

He hooked his fingers in my panties and slowly slid them down. I was completely exposed to him, vulnerable in a way I had never been before.

He looked down at me, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my breath catch.

"You are exquisite," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Such a shame that I can only have you for the night."

His words were a splash of cold water on my heated skin. This was a transaction. A one night deal. He would be gone in the morning, and I would be back to being a slave, a punching bag, a ghost in their world.

He positioned himself between my legs, and I could feel the hard length of him pressing against my entrance. He paused, his eyes searching mine.

"Last chance, little flower," he said, his voice strained. "Are you sure you want this?"

I didn't answer with words. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

He took my invitation, pushing into me with a slow, deliberate thrust. I gasped as he stretched me, filling me completely. There was a brief flash of pain, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of pleasure so intense it stole my breath.

He started to move, his hips rocking against mine in a steady rhythm. The cabin was filled with the sounds of our labored breathing, the creaking of the bed, the soft moans that escaped my lips. No

He buried his face in my neck, his hot breath against my skin. I could feel the tension coiling in my stomach, a tight knot of pleasure that was ready to snap.

"Come for me, Leilani," he commanded, his voice a ragged whisper.

His words were my undoing. The knot inside me finally snapped, and a wave of ecstasy washed over me. I cried out his name, my body convulsing around him as I shuddered and quaked.

He followed me over the edge, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he found his own release.

He collapsed on top of me, his body heavy and limp. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, a wild, frantic beat that mirrored my own.

We lay there for a long time, our bodies tangled together, the only sounds were our ragged breaths and the steady tick-tock of a clock on the wall. I closed my eyes, memorizing the feeling of his weight on me, the scent of him, woodsmoke and something wild, something uniquely him.

I had never felt so alive.

Or so terrified.

He eventually rolled off me, pulling me into his arms. I rested my head on his chest, my ear pressed against his heart. His fingers stroked my hair, a gentle, soothing motion that made me feel cherished.

"What's your name?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

He was silent for a long moment, and I wondered if he was going to answer.

"I don’t give out my name. You are a human, you will die before you do anyway," he said, a cold, cruel finality in his tone. He had returned to being the monster he was before. And I should have expected it.

I flinched at the sudden shift, a physical recoil from the cold verbal slap. The warm, cherished feeling from moments before evaporated, leaving a hollow ache in its place. "Then why...?" I couldn't finish the sentence. Why the tenderness? Why the gentle kisses on my scars? Why protect me?

He sighed, a cold look covering his face. "Because you were here. Because I wanted to. Don't look for more than that, Leilani. There is no more." He shifted away from me, the sudden loss of his warmth like a blow.

I stared at his back, a hundred emotions warring inside me. Anger. Hurt. Frustration.

But most of all, a deep, aching loneliness.

"Good night," I whispered, my voice catching.

He didn't reply, and the silence was more deafening than any words he could have said.

I curled up on my side, hugging my knees to my chest, trying desperately to ignore the tears pricking my eyes.

For the first time in a year, I almost felt... whole. And I couldn't deny the part of me that wished he would turn around, hold me again, and whisper sweet nothings into my ear.

But the man I had given myself to wasn't interested in my pain.

And he wasn't interested in anything beyond the next few hours.

And the worst part?

I didn't know why it hurt so much.

Because in the end, he was just a monster like the rest of them.