The Alpha’s Possession

Chapter-3:His-Cub

Damon’s dark eyes fell on her, and he could feel her trembling so much underneath his gaze. His eyes never left her till she exited the courtyard.

Damon’s smirk was replaced with a grim look as he turned to his right-hand man, Alfred.

“Take her body to my pets in the dungeon,” Damon ordered, and Alfred quickly obliged.

Alfred, who had been serving the Alpha as his Beta and his right-hand man, was quick to pass the instructions to the guards. Something told him his Alpha was in a bad mood, and irking him further was not the wisest thing, or else he had plans of ending up 6 feet under the ground.

Damon turned to leave, and a young beautiful lady quickly wound her arms around his.

Amber Leofric, the daughter of the Alpha of the Nightshade pack, was nothing less than the epitome of beauty. She wore a blue gown made of bright and expensive silk, and her blonde hair was packed up in a neat bun. Just like every other lady of the higher society, she was here to seek a future with the most handsome and powerful Alpha. Amber felt more than flattered that Damon had singlehandedly executed the wretched maid who had stolen her expensive jewelry, and her hopes of becoming his Luna skyrocketed.

“I’m very flattered you went through the trouble to bring the culprit to justice, Alpha Damon,” Amber said in her most demure manner.

“Aren’t you a sweet birdbrain?” Damon scoffed, and Amber stylishly removed her hands from his. He had outrightly insulted her in front of his workers. Her cheeks burned red in embarrassment.

“Prepare a carriage for Lady Amber; she’ll be heading home immediately after breakfast,” Damon said as he began walking away.

“Yes, milord,” Alfred bowed, and he quickly left to make sure the carriage was ready.

Amber stood there alone, devastated. She felt like a failure. She had thought their relationship was blooming, and when he had taken her the previous night, she was happy to give her virginity to him. Everything went down the drain in the end; she would become a laughing stock in the pack.

During breakfast, Amber tried her possible best to sway Damon’s decision, but he ignored her like she didn’t exist. Amber was practically in tears as she was escorted to the carriage, and Damon watched expressionlessly from the highest tower in the castle.

“You deserve an award for crushing people’s hopes and dreams,” Alfred said beside him.

Damon smirked. “But here you are, alive and breathing. Isn’t that your dream? To live for how long?” Damon questioned him, with a dark smirk on his lips.

“To live to continue to serve you, my lord, that’s all I could ask for,” Alfred bowed.

“How boring,” Damon tsked as his elegant fingers slowly ran through the glass window. “It must be sickening, living as a mortal Lycan.”

“Not everyone is fortunate to be immortal like you, my lord,” Alfred said, and his words were followed by a brief moment of silence.

He watched Damon stare through the window, like he was in a deep amount of concentration. His dark gray eyes remained cold and expressionless, as always, and his red silky hair was pushed backwards, while two naughty strands hovered over his face.

Alfred had been with him since he clocked 16. He had admired his intelligence, even at such a young age. Claiming the position of Alpha wasn’t an easy task, and Alfred didn’t want to venture into such bloody memories anytime soon.

“Tell me, Alfred,” Damon began. “If you acquired a commodity, a human, what would you do with it?” Damon asked.

Alfred held back a scoff. He could tell Damon chose to use the word “it” because humans were way beneath him; he saw them as worthless beings. But then, why would he purchase a human?

“The person could be a slave,” Alfred said.

“I already have enough slaves,” Damon replied lazily.

“You can make her your personal maid then,” Alfred proposed.

“I remember saying it was a human; keeping them too close means death,” he said.

“Would you prefer keeping her for s*x?” Alfred asked, unsure.

Damon’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the slave through the window. While the other maids worked in pairs, she was all alone, clearing the dried twigs from the floor.

Alfred, who thought Damon’s silence meant he agreed with his last suggestion, remained gobsmacked by Damon’s next reply.

“Too fragile; she’ll definitely break after the first thrust,” Damon said, and he began walking away, leaving a starstruck Alfred.

……….

Dressed in a light gown made of dull silk, Zephyr sat in front of the old mirror as she loosened her hair. Her long black wavy hair fell, reaching her waist, and her ethereal gray orbs stared back at her. Zephyr was beautiful; despite wearing rags all her life, her beauty made her stand out. This often warranted harsh treatment and maltreatment from the maids in the mansion.

Her stomach rumbled in hunger; she hadn’t had any food all day. Zephyr quietly came out of her room, and she made her way to the kitchen through the back door. She often snuck into the kitchen late at night when everyone else had gone to bed. She often did this to avoid further maltreatment from the maids.

She took some bread and butter from the slab, placed it on the plate, and began eating. Minutes later, she was done with the food, and she drank enough water.

Zephyr left the kitchen and began heading to her room, but that was when she began hearing the soft cries and whimpers. Her feet came to an abrupt halt, and she was torn between feeding her curiosity and going back to her room to avoid getting into trouble. She wanted to leave, but then the cries became louder, and Zephyr took a bold step back. She was just going to check what it was, and if it was something she couldn’t interfere in, she would simply return back to her room.

With that, Zephyr ascended the long flights of stairs. She finally found the source of the noise, cradled in a dark corner. It was a small animal with white fur. What intrigued her was that its eyes were gray like hers.

“What are you?” Zephyr questioned softly. Her eyes trailed down, and they fell on the wound on its left leg. Zephyr gasped, and then she quickly tore a piece of her already worn-out cloth. She carefully tied it on the creature’s leg.

Zephyr carried the cub in her arms; surely no one would find out she had kept him, it was abandoned. Zephyr was about to take the cub to her room when she heard footsteps coming from below the stairs. Zephyr gasped. The suite she was in now belonged to the Alpha and his important guest. She would be killed if someone were to find her there.

Zephyr took to her heels, and she quickly bolted into an empty room, hiding behind the curtains, holding the cub so close to her. It was actually a large study, and she could only pray that no one would come in there. She could hear her rapid heartbeat in her ears. What was she doing? What she was doing now was simply digging her own grave, and she could only pray to not get caught.

Zephyr held her breath as fear consumed her when she heard the sounds of footsteps approaching her. She prayed for the person to not come in there. However, her prayers were unanswered because the person unlocked the door and got into the study with her.

The sharp and precise footsteps, the cold aura that followed his presence, Zephyr didn’t need anyone to tell her it was the Alpha; he was here.

A strong wind blew past the window, and that was enough to blow away the curtain that hid her. Zephyr gasped and drifted backwards when she saw him standing in front of her; she hadn’t heard him walk towards her.

His aura was as intimidating and soul-threatening as the last time. His tousled red hair now fell freely, covering part of his face. The first two buttons of his shirt were left undone, and Zephyr got a peek of his chiseled chest; he looked like a devil. Zephyr took a step backwards, and she let out a soft gasp when her back came in contact with the wall, and Damon covered the space between them and slammed his hand on the wall beside her head. Zephyr froze completely.

“Tell me, Zephyr,” he whispered softly, and his cold breath fanned the shell of her ear. “Why are you here in my suite and with my cub?” he asked coldly, and Zephyr knew her death day had arrived.