Mated To A Tyrant Alpha

Episode 2

Alpha Lesley stood by the window, looking down on the Werewolves in his pack. They were all greedy, selfish lots who cared only for wealth and power. He did not mind one bit. His was the most powerful pack in all Werewolf tribes, the richest too. There was something of his ruthlessness and cruelty that was mirrored among all his betas, and even all his makes. He loved them for it, but recently, they had all made him very angry.

They had had the guts to come to him and request that he chose a mate to give him an heir, and so he, Alpha Lesley who never obeyed anyone’s command, had done as they had said. He had bought the lovely little Omega female as his mate, but every single one in his pack was going to regret forcing him to choose a mate.

Carrie . . . she was beautiful, fragile, and innocent. She had the kind of vulnerability that made a male want to protect her and cherish her, but the part of him that was drawn to vulnerable girls was long dead. Now, she was a mere tool to be used by him, to be used to show his werewolves why it was not wise to force his hand. He was going to break her, crush her fragility, corrupt her innocence – and he was also going to make sure her belly carried his mate.

His people were gathered downstairs at the moment, waiting for him to unveil his chosen mate. They had been surprised that it had taken him only a day to choose a mate, but he was Alpha Lesley! He wondered why they were even surprised.

The door opened, and she stepped forward to meet him. Her head was bowed slightly -- in either submission or embarrassment, causing her rich dark curls to hang over her face, covering it. Someone had taken the pins off her hair, allowing the curls to tumble down in their natural state. Good. Someone was probably paying attention to how he liked his women.

They had removed the crimson gown she had been wearing earlier and dressed her in an all white simple dress that highlighted her innocence and vulnerability. He could not wait to corrupt that innocence, it would even be fun looking into her wide green eyes as he did so.

“Come forward Carrie,” he said softly, and Carrie stepped forward timidly, her green eyes flashing at him for a moment, and to the Alpha’s surprise, his heart constricted at the fear he saw mirrored in them. The fear and the trust. She was afraid of him and her new home, and yet she trusted him to protect her. Alpha Lesley felt his gut wrench. He was a wolf. Wolves do not take care of sheep.

“This is the Luna you all wanted, the mate you all asked for,” Lesley announced. “And she would bare me an heir, your future Alpha.” He laughed harshly as the crowd cheered . . . . soon they would understand their stupidity.

With one quick motion, he drew Carrie to himself, laughing harshly as she gasped in surprise. His lips devoured hers, hurting her, bruising her tender lips, yet he did not care. Her whimper only served to add more fuel to his ardor. His tongue plunged into the tender inside of her mouth, marking her as his, claiming her, and teaching her how to witness pain and pleasure at the same time.

He drew away from her for a moment, and his blue eyes scanned her face. Saw the earnestness in them, and the trust. Her lips were swollen and sore from his kisses, and her stormy green eyes were filled with a mixture of fear, confusion, and trust, but he was not done with her yet.

In another swift motion, he held the top of her dress and tore it into two. She was wearing nothing underneath, and Lesley let out a low whistle at the sheer exquisiteness of her body. Tears clouded her lovely eyes as they stared an accusation at him. Alpha Lesley smiled cruelly. He was without a heart. The lovely little Omega was going to find that out soon.

The crowd below gasped at his actions, and Lesley laughed again.

He angled her body to face him so that his massive frame hid her naked flesh from those downstairs. She was visible only to him, his exquisite beauty. Alpha Lesley lowered his head to the flesh he had exposed, torturing with his lips, his teeth, his tongue. She moaned, and then whimpered, her innocent cries of pleasure only serving to fuel his ardor.

And then she looked up at him with those green eyes. “Please.”

It was one word, spoken softly, but even Lesley could not bring himself to break her just then. He nodded. Tying the torn ends of her dress together, he motioned for a servant to come forward and lead his new mate to his bedroom. He had every intention of finishing what he had started.

Alpha Lesley turned to address his followers. “You have forced my hand, made me choose a mate when I did not want to. Now, whatever happens, be ready for it.

There is a reason I have decided to be without a mate for this long –” Alpha Lesley began, then thought better of completing the sentence. How did he tell them that he was still hurt by the betrayal of his first love? He had loved, once, very long ago, back when he had still thought females were as innocent as their faces looked. But not anymore. Now he knew they were nothing but selfish, lying creatures. Carrie, his new mate, was probably like the rest, putting up an innocent front, while planning evil in her heart.

“I should leave you all now. As you can see, I have a new mate. I need to go test the sweetness of her flesh.” He finished, turned around, and left, leaving the rest of his pack murmuring among themselves.

Lesley chuckled as he stepped into the house. There were still some among his followers who believed in a fated mate, a mate given by the moon goddess, bonded to one for life, their wolves entwined to each other so that each could feel the other's pain. He didn’t believe in such rubbish. Each male needed to choose his mate, and then break her will, and bend her to submission.

He couldn’t wait to break Carrie, and it was going to start from that night.