Mated To A Tyrant Alpha

Episode 3

Carrie shivered as the servant led her into Alpha Lesley’s room. It was huge, magnificent. She had always thought of her step father as rich, but she had never seen anything equal to the riches displayed in the Alpha’s room before.

“I would leave you here now, My Luna. If there’s anything you need, just use the intercom to reach me.” The servant said, then turned and was gone. Carrie nodded, then shivered slightly as tears once again gathered in her eyes.

She missed her mother. If her mother were still alive, there was no way she would allow her step father to sell her off to such a cruel Alpha. What kind of male stripped his own female, his supposed mate out I’m public?

She let go of the knots that held her torn clothes together and stepped forward to stand in front of the magnificently carved full length mirror.

What did males see when they looked at her? Her eyes were a bit red from crying, and even then, they still glistened from more unshed tears. Her skin was pale where the sun didn’t touch, smooth and silky, like milk. Carrie’s eyes roamed over her body, over her tiny waist and well rounded hips, her tiny bit perfectly carved breasts.

Did Alpha Lesley think she was beautiful? Was her beauty enough to keep him?

As if conjured by her thoughts, the door opened and Alpha Lesley stepped in. Carrie didn’t bother to cover herself, or to turn and face him. Her eyes simply sought out his through the mirror. He crossed over to her, his feet noiseless against the marble floor, and Carrie marveled at his stealth. He was not an Alpha for nothing.

Alpha Lesley drew her to him, so that her bare back rubbed against his muscled chest. Through the mirror, his eyes mocked her.

“Getting prepared for me, my Petit love?” He mused.

Carrie tried to concentrate on breathing, but something about his nearness could not let her. She could feel her heart beating erratically against her chest, and when she opened her mouth to speak, no words came out.

“No words?” Alpha Lesley asked, the smile still on his face. He placed both hands on her tiny belly, and slowly, seductively inched them upwards.

Lesley watched the look on her face as his hands finally cupped her, the shock and pleasure mirrored in her eyes. He let go of her suddenly and walked over to the bed. Lounging casually on it, he motioned for her to come.

Carrie stood where she was, aroused and confused. She shook her head. “Why did you buy me?”

It was a question she had been afraid to ask, but now that it was out, she wanted an answer.

Lesley chuckled. “Because the people wanted a Luna, and I wanted a plaything. . . why else?”

Carrie swallowed her tears, now was not the time for them. “You can have any female you want . . . why pick me – I – I –”

“You what?” Lesley asked, still laughing cruelly. “You don’t want to be a plaything? Ah, but I can tell from the look in your eyes that you don’t mind at all.” He was on his feet in an instant, and in two swift strides, he was standing behind her.

He placed a kiss on her throat and heard her whimper as the pulse in her throat quickened. He bit the spot and then kissed it again, smiling as she moaned. “My petit love,” he whispered harshly. “you do want to be a plaything – my plaything, you just don’t know it yet.”

When she did not reply, he carried her to the bed.

Carrie tried not to feel pleasure as the Alpha peeled off what was remaining of her clothes, but she could not help the feeling of arousal that started at the bottom of her stomach and spread all over. How did she block her heart from loving a male when he had already mastered the art of owning her body? And was that not what he was? Her owner! He had bought her after all.

The Alpha continued with the lovemaking, kissing her at the right places, touching her at just where she needed to be touched until Carrie could bare it no more. She wanted him to take her, make her truly his – and then what! He was going to use her, break her, and then turn her into a mere plaything. She could not let that happen.

She turned to face him. “The people want a Luna, you say?”

Lesley laughed. “They want an heir –”

“And if I do that? If I give you a male cub, an heir, would you let me go?”

Lesley looked into the wife's eyes that stared pleadingly up at him. Something about it fueled his thirst for pain. He wanted to hurt her so much till she stopped trusting him. He laughed. “To give me an heir, we would have to make love first, wouldn’t we?”

Carrie nodded, and Lesley’s lip curved up in a slow smile.

“When I’m done with you, my Petit love, you will not want to go. You will beg me to hurt you, use you, break you, to do whatever with you, as long as I don’t send you away.”

He lowered his lips to hers again, shutting her up with a kiss before Carrie could answer, and somewhere, deep down in the recess of her heart, she feared he was right.

Carrie surrendered her body to her owner and master, hoping that, at least, she was going to be able to bear him an heir from their love making, but she couldn’t deny the pleasure she got from it. If this was how it felt to make love to him when he did not love her, how would it feel to make love to him when he did? She shivered at that thought.

Could it be possible that deep down, inside the heart of such a cruel Alpha, was the ability to love? Could she end up making the Alpha love her?

As if reading her thoughts, the Alpha smirked. “I would never love you, Carrie – never. I do not have the ability to love.” He whispered into her ear just as he drove into her with full force, not even taking into consideration that it was her first time.

Carrie cried out from the painful pleasure of it, but it was something else that made the tears stay longer in her eyes. Then, at that very moment, their flesh became one, and Carrie knew he was her mate.

She looked up into his blue eyes that were clouded by pleasure. She was looking to see if he too knew, if he could also see that she was his mate, but he seemed oblivious. To him, she was still a mere plaything.

When he was done, he rolled off her, buckled his belt, and strode out the door. He had not even bothered to undress, and yet, she was lying naked in his sheets. Carrie rolled over after he was gone, and burying her face in the sheets, she let her tears flow freely.

She was in love with her fated mate, and yet he cared nothing about her.

Physically and emotionally weak, she covered herself with his sheets and fell asleep.

When she woke, her mind was a little clearer. She still felt heartbroken, but at least she was in the right frame of mind to plot her escape – and she did want to escape. As much as she loved the Aloha Lesley, as much as she was attached to him, she could not imagine herself living the rest of her life as a plaything. She got up from the bed, and then swooned, feeling dizzy.

The daylight coming in from the curtains showed that she had slept through the entire evening and night, it was already a new day. Feeling sick, she rushed to the bathroom and emptied the contents of her stomach. Only then did a fearful thought strike her. What if she was pregnant?

Carrie sank to the floor in utter despair. She did not know much about Alphas, but she knew that a male was less likely to let his mate go once he learned that she carried his unborn cub. How was Lesley going to let her go when she was pregnant with his cub?

She got up from the ground and moved back into the room. She was going to have to escape undetected. She searched through his room and found that there was no single female piece of clothing there that she could wear, and she could not risk searching for clothes in other parts of the house. He might catch her.

Finally giving up on wearing any feminine clothing, she snatched his trousers and shirt and put it on quickly. Braiding her hair tightly, so that it looked like she had cut her hair, she tucked it into one of his hats. She was about to turn and head out of the room, hoping at least that no one would recognize her when she saw it, and Carrie knew at once that if she was going to ever be free, she needed leverage.

She stared down for a while at the documents lying under the shirt she had taken, and then she made up her mind.

Carrie picked up the document in a brown envelope and looked inside, but what she saw made her jaw hang open, until she consciously shut her mouth. There, inside the envelope, was Alpha Lesley’s plans to conquer all werewolves and being them under him. It was a secret mission, and once anyone found out about his plans, they would no longer work.

Carrie quickly tucked the envelope in between the shirt she wore, and her skin. She would use that as leverage to threaten the Alpha. If he did not leave her alone, she was going to expose him.

Carrie hoped it was sufficient to buy her freedom, but from the little she knew of Alpha Lesley, he might just decide to call her bluff.