What my Alpha wants

Alpha

Olives POV

"Geri will you braid my hair?" 

"Of Course my love, sit, sit. I actually wanted to speak to you about something." Geri's voice took on a motherly tone, I knew that couldn't be good. She started to fuss with my hair, running the comb through my thick mass of curls. "what is it Geri? I didn't get into the Jar of cookies if that's what this is about, I swear. I Think it was Tims." I had been 16, and in a constant war with my pack mate Tims. He was the Beta's son and always getting me into trouble. 

"No sweatheart, I know it was Tims" she chuckled softly. I always marvelled at how her touch could soothe me. I loved the way she massaged my scalp as she deftly braided my wayward hair. 

"Now, love.. in a few years time you will be mated. I know you probably don't want to hear about his from your old nanny, but I needed to make sure you understood." 

"I know Geri!..Some Wolf will mate me the night of the auction and I will bear his pups" " I have heard it all before, Mother wont let me forget" My voice had taken on a whiney tone. I hated listening to Mothers long rants about how I needed to be lady like, and learn how to run a house hold because that's the only thing shewolves were good for. 

"no, my love.. She hasn't told you about your heat. I need to make sure you understand, the night you turn 19 you are not only to be mated but you will have your first Heat. It is going to come on very strong, The room is going to feel suffocating like the you cant breathe, your body will begin to sweat, and begin to ache."

"What are you talking about Geri?" My girls mind was so confused by the seriousness of her voice. I started to worry. I looked at her through the mirror. 

"I am talking about your heat, my love. Your body will be transforming from a girls to a woman's. You will need something, and wont understand what. Your belly will begin to ache, like an itch you cant scratch. You will become restless, and nothing will be able to soothe it, except..." Her voice trailed off. Pink started to rise from her chest up to her neck and into her cheeks. I had never seen Geri flustered, and this worried me even more. 

"Except what Geri???"

"Except, a man. My love, the only thing that will soothe your ache is a man" "Your mate, to be more specific". 

"oh... Geri, can we talk about this later? It is still three years away! I don't want to know any more, not right now.." I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't need a man. I didn't want a man. I would be fine. 

I wish I had listened. The room was still dark, no sound except for my steady breathing. My shoulders ached from being tied above my head and it hurt down below. I knew there would be blood caked to my spread open thighs. I blushed at the thought. With nothing else to do but think, the memory had come flooding back, Geri was trying to warn me about what happened. It wasn't my fault my body had reacted the way it did to that monster. My heat was what caused my willingness. I couldn't blame myself for how much I had wanted what he gave me. It was a chemical reaction, completely normal. There wasn't anything wrong with me. I didn't lust after a monster who took me away from my family. I kept repeating this to myself. Hopefully I would begin to believe it.

There was someone in the room. I could feel it. A coldness swept over my still naked and bound form. A pair of hands were gently untying my wrists, I tried scenting the air, but there was no smell. My arms were released and I groaned as my muscles protested at being moved. I gently placed them at my side and tried to sit up, the way my legs were bound made that almost impossible and I whimpered. Then I felt the same hands at my right ankle, I tried to see in the pitch black. "hello?" my voice seemed to echo in the void. "Please... who are you?" "Where am I?".. a tear slipped down my cheek as only complete silence answered my plea. My left ankle was released and I quickly closed my thighs, I moaned at the pain the movement caused. 

"I need to pee, please... I just need to pee" I said to the silence. I turned my head, trying to feel if whoever released me was still in the room.

"butterfly..." it was him, so close to my ear I could feel his breath.

"Damien"... "I need to pee, please.."

His hands started to gently massage my cramped shoulders, a moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. " Butterfly, from now on you will call me Alpha" 

" You are not my Alpha, and my name is Olivia" His hand started to move up to my neck, his fingers gently massaging as he went. "Ill give you one pass butterfly. If you fight you will be punished. Now, I said you will call me Alpha from now on do you understand" 

" No I don't understand, Damien. You kidnapped me! tied me up and r***d me! no f*****g way am I going to call you that, My father was an alpha, you are nothing" I spat at nowhere in particular. the room was still so dark, I could only feel his weight behind me and his hand on my neck. I knew I was playing with fire. if he was capable of taking me from my father, and tying me up for god knows how long, I could only imagine what he would do to me now. 

I was pushed down with such force it knocked the wind from my lungs. My face was smashed into the mattress and his hand that had been gentle before was now tightly pinning me down. I started to struggle, legs kicking out. "Stop fighting little one. You are MINE and you have nowhere to go" his voice sounded angry and a bit husky, my breath hitched In my throat from fear and... something else. That ache was coming back deep in my belly. He spun me around so he was now sitting on my stomach his hand pressed directly on my wind pipe not allowing me to breathe. I whimpered and tears started to fall freely down my face. "please.." I choked out. 

"Please what little one?" ...his hand pressed more firmly down on my throat.

"p.." I started to see stars, just as I was about to pass into oblivion he let go of my throat, I choked and sputtered trying to fill my lungs as quickly as possible. Full sobs started to wrack my small frame.

"What did you need little one?" His voice was angry. The question full of expectation. I could feel his growing excitement push against my belly button. 

"I need to pee." I choked, holding my sore throat. I waited until I felt him becoming tense above me, and whispered so quietly I wasn't sure if he would hear "Alpha" a tear rushed down the side of my face. 

"Good girl" Damien pulled me up so my body was flush with his, I could feel hard muscle under the fabric he wore. It was rough against my naked skin. He then threw me over his shoulder and started to move.  I could see lights of every color rushing by me, he was running faster than I had ever seen anyone run, almost flying. He carried me with ease, as if I weighted no more than a feather, my belly bouncing against his shoulder with each step making my bladder scream in protest. My bottom right next to his face, his hand placed tightly on my thigh holding me in place. 

When we stopped I found myself in the most beautiful bathroom I had ever seen. Damien placed me on my feet, careful to hold on to my waist while I adjusted to the light. I glanced around the room and noted everything was immaculate. The fixtures were made of what looked like pure gold and silver. The clawfoot bathtub filled to the brim with hot water steaming over mountains of bubbles. There was a small alcove with a toilet giving some privacy but the rest was wide open. Even the shower had no door. The floors were gorgeous cream tile, and felt heated under my bare feet. Damians hands were still on my waist, and I shyly looked up at him. He was staring down at me. His eyes the deepest black, he had a scowl on his face and his fangs were peeking out from under his upper lip. My eyes widened and my breath hitched, I was scared. This man, I was seeing for only the second time had kidnapped me, and proclaimed to be my fated mate. I was petrified, to be completely honest. His nostrils flared and looked ready to kill. I started to move away from him, backing up and not taking my eyes off his features. For someone so beautiful he was absolutely terrifying, my butt pushed up against a counter, what I assumed was the sink, the marble cold against my ass. 

"can I use the toilet?" I squeaked. Damien just stared me down, and said nothing. He just kept looking at me ready to pounce if I made any move. I took a deep breath and turned my back on him, every instinct told me never to turn your back on a predator but I had to pee, and he didn't seem to want to move. My feet started to move and I quickly made my way to the small alcove. I almost cried with relief when I was out of sight.