Enslaved by the Alpha

Chapter Six: Love Lies, Truth Hurts

The bathroom door squeaked as I opened it, holding the towel around my nude body. I stepped into his room and noticed it was darker. The black-out curtains were pulled, now covering the glass door, while minimal light emitted from the television hanging on the wall.

"Scarlett!" Draven jumped up from the bed like I had just terrorized him with my presence. He darted over to his closet and came out with a brown t-shirt, throwing it over his shoulder to dig through his top dresser drawer. I watched him grab black boxers then approach me, holding out both items.

I'm wearing... that?

I released the towel and felt it fall to my feet, reaching out to grab the clothes in his hand that immediately fell after the towel. My eyes followed the clothing to the floor and I frowned, lifting my line of sight up to his.

Really?

His eyes were wide and glued to my face. Every inch of his body was rigid, including the several inches sitting behind the drawstrings of his freshly changed shorts.

So he does want this...

Then why hasn't he just taken it?

I grabbed hands and put them on my collar, sliding them down to my breasts. He ripped away the second his palms brushed over my n*****s.

"Scarlett, I have utmost respect for you, and touching you in restricted areas feels so violating and disrespectful," he physically strained to say, running his hands over his face and through his hair.

Since when does any of that matter?

His words triggered something in me and I grabbed his forearms, sluggishly pulling them away from his face. He stared, panic written over his features and astonishment consumed mine.

An Alpha afraid of s****l contact? All the others were so eager to dominate me. Does he really hold me to such a high standpoint? Is this what it feels like to be valued?

My face suddenly flushed and an odd tickle rippled down my spine, causing me to take a thoughtless step closer. Something about him called to me in ways I couldn't understand.

What is this feeling?

Why do I let it take over my every thought and action?

Why am I obsessed with it?

My hands loosened around his arms and moved up to his face, lightly grabbing his jaw. My sense was nowhere to be found.

My mind's telling me no, but my heart's telling me yes.

His eyes flickered to my lips and I lightly grazed my thumb along the corner of his, making my own heart race with a searing heat.

Just this once...

Bringing him down, I connected our lips. Fireworks went off inside me at the contact. The gentle pressure of our lips against one another intensified the strange feelings and I felt unable to pull myself back from the ledge.

He responded by grabbing my waist and pressing our bodies together. I deepened the kiss, moving slow to allow him to keep up. My hands ran over his chest, resting on his bare pecks. The skin on skin contact frightened me, but I didn't want to stop.

His hands began gliding over my hips, scooping me off my feet and carrying me to his bed. I squirmed in his grasp, disliking the limited motion and extreme vulnerability I had at his unexpected control. Although, he took me by surprise when he gently laid me on the blankets, hovering over my body with his.

Could he have drugged me?

Is that what I'm feeling?

Is that why my judgement's so clouded?

He laid his forearm flat next to me, caressing the side of my face with his thumb. His other hand outlined the curve in my side, moving over my waist, down my hip, then up and down the underside of my thigh. I raised my knee against his side to grant him better movement.

His warm fingers grazed my skin, averting their path on my thigh toward my sensitivity. I flinched as they neared my opening.

"Yes," I mumbled between kisses, the word hardly coherent.

"Yes?" He breathed.

"Yes."

"Tell me if I'm doing anything wrong—" He barely finished his sentence before I pulled him back down, nipping at his lip.

Before I even registered what he meant, I felt his fingers move over my slit. The hand I had hooked around the back of his neck tightened and I squeezed his collar, overwhelmed with sudden anxiety. Nobody touches me like this—so gentle and caring. They all use me, not pamper me.

I lost my train of thought when his fingers rubbed lightly across my c**t, earning an uncontrollable twitch from me. This made him stay in that spot, delicately rubbing his fingers up and down. The sensation was all but painful and discomforting, it felt... good.

"You're doing it wrong," I exhaled, pulling back to meet his eyes. He stopped his movements and my body lost the sensation sprouting in my core.

"It didn't look that way to me," he answered.

"This is supposed to please you," I breathed. He laid his forehead against mine, continuing to caress the side of my face with his thumb.

"It does."

I nodded reluctantly, lifting my head off the pillow to kiss him again. He returned it eagerly, circling his fingers over my c**t. My core throbbed and I dug my nails into his neck in frustration at the growing urge for more. All the times I was forced into this kept flashing through my mind, yet it did nothing to settle my desire, and that pissed me off.

My tongue slipped in his mouth with a groan and dominated his, fighting for relief. He tried to fight back, losing due to his lack of experience. I squirmed underneath him feeling a sense of power come over me, lifting my knees next to each of his hips with a muffled whine.

He's so good.

I can't seem to control myself when it comes to him.

My body twitched again and I succumbed to the unfamiliar sensation, throwing my head back, trembling violently under him. His fingers slowed to a stop.

I began crashing from the high mere seconds later, still consumed by desire. The foreign feelings were at their strongest and I found myself in too deep to stop.

My hands moved to his shoulders and I flipped his back onto the bed, throwing myself on top of him to assert dominance, straddling his hips.

Our lips reconnected and the area where my fangs used to be throbbed with hunger. I tugged at his lower lip, devouring him with kisses. His hands roamed every curve and crease in my body, rounding my ass then sliding back up, groping my breasts. His c**k twitched in his shorts against me.

I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the pillow, revoking his only control. He turned his head after, panting for air. "Scarlett."

Kissing over his neck, I moaned feeling the blood rushing under my lips which fueled my craving for him. Nibbling on his skin, I dragged my tongue parallel to his main vein and raised my head to his, hungrily kissing him again.

"Scarlett!" He ripped away, licking his lip only to taste the blood oozing from it. I couldn't take my eyes off and crashed my lips back onto his, sucking the blood as it transferred to my mouth.

Moaning, I bit him to draw more blood then ran my tongue over it, clawing at his wrists until the scent of fresh blood filled my senses. His face wrinkled in discomfort and I sat upright, bringing my bloody fingertips to my mouth. My eyes rolling back in pleasure from the taste.

"That is so sexy," he muttered, watching me intently.

I licked the remainder from my lips and smeared the rest from my fingers over his, lowering myself to his level, lightly capturing his mouth with mine. He cupped the back of my head, wrapping his arm around my back and curling his fingers in my hair.

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I opened my eyes tiredly and searched the room, taking in my surroundings. My mind was in a slight haze, but all recollection came flooding in when I saw a familiar brown shirt and black boxers lying on the empty side of the bed in front of me. Horrified, I sat up and covered myself with the blankets.

What the hell came over me?

Grabbing the clothes, I stood up and dressed myself, glancing at the clock that read two thirty-three in the afternoon. With one last look around the bedroom, I left with haste.

Why did I throw myself at him like that?

My feet hurriedly led me down the hallway and I hoped to make it to my closet before someone caught me. That was until a male voice stopped me in my tracks.

"There you are."

My eyes widened at his threatening tone and I reluctantly turned, my heart dropping after not only the Beta, but the Delta, came into view. Goosebumps blew across my skin, terror creeping up my spine and constricting my throat.

The Beta and Delta stood side-by-side. I only ever seen them a handful of times for seconds at most. Alpha Aston always sent them to do his job, such as signing treaties, alliances, and other duties so he could have his fun with me. He must have planned something terrible if the two of them are looking for me and he's nowhere in the picture.

"Where have you been?" Beta Jon asked, his lethal gaze daring me to say the wrong thing. Based off of his tone, I knew very well that he knew I wasn't where Draven told Alpha Aston I was, meaning Alpha Aston knew, and absolutely nothing I could say would change his plans.

"Where is Alpha Aston?" I questioned, my voice shaken.

His expression darkened and he opened his mouth to reply, then a door further down the hall slammed open and Draven came rushing toward us. The Beta and Delta whipped their heads behind them to see who was approaching.

"We were just about to proceed with your father's orders, sir."

Both men lowered their heads in a bow and turned to face each other, backing into the wall behind them, holding their hands behind their backs. There was a gap between the two, creating a path for Draven to walk straight through without a detour.

"I got it," he snapped.

I widened my eyes upon realizing he was coming right at me, a deadly look in his eyes. All I saw was Alpha Zeek and reeled back, my breathing harshening.

Is this for earlier?

He suddenly shoved me into the wall with a loud growl and I choked, confused why he suddenly turned against me. Then he pinned my shoulders and leaned down, whispering in my ear. "Play along and I can sever your mark now."

I furrowed my brows and looked up at him as he leaned back, quickly trying to sell whatever it was he's attempting to do by shoving at his chest with a feigned cry of anger. He stumbled back, shooting me a quick, secret smile before erasing all expression.

The Beta and Delta watched us through the corner of their eyes after Draven got hit, but they kept their heads lowered and their hands behind them knowing an Alpha can handle themselves in such a minor situation.

"Get your disgusting paws off of me!" I hissed.

He grabbed my forearm and I shrieked, yanking against his hold. My eyes flickered toward the forming audience, however, concern only formed at the sight of Alpha Aston leaning against the doorway to his office, watching through heavily-lidded eyes that felt like he could see clear through our act.

He's not convinced.

Draven, forgive me.

With a one deep breath, I smacked him across the face with all my strength. His head flung to the side and I glanced behind him, seeing the Beta and Delta widen their eyes and raise their heads. My gaze shifted to Alpha Aston and his expression lightened, every last bit of suspicion exiting his body. He lifted his chin and raised a brow, clenching his jaw, his unimpressed eyes jumping up and down over my figure.

Draven gripped my wrist and lifted it to my face. "I will break every minuscule piece of your hand if you even so much as raise it again. Move!"

The hairs on the back of my neck stood. I swallowed roughly, allowing him to shove me forward down the hallway. Everyone behind us stayed back and watched.

We took a sharp turn into the next hallway where he opened the first door on the right and dragged me in. He quickly released me and closed the door behind us, locking it then flipping on the lights to reveal a small, empty bathroom.

"What happened? Why are you suddenly freaking out?" I frowned. He ran his hand through his hair, a stressed look on his face.

"My dad is trying to imprison you for your disobedience before he passes the title to me. In section thirty-seven of the werewolf law, it states an Alpha has the right to sentence someone life behind bars if they refuse to commit to the rules of the pack and any Alpha after cannot overrule it, otherwise they'll be revoked of the title and sentenced for interference. What I don't get is why. Why is he suddenly trying to remove you from the pack? Why is he trying so hard to separate us? I thought he'd be happy I found my mate."

I scoffed, a little nervous that he was catching on to the truth about my presence here.

"Scarlett, if there's ever a time I need a truthful answer, it's now. I need you to be honest with—"

Not knowing what else to do, I crashed my lips onto his and threw my arms around his neck, pulling us closer together. He released incoherent sounds and tumbled into me, picking me up and setting me on the counter, standing between my legs. His hands groped my body in an attempt to push me back, rummaging over the clothes covering me and messing up my hair as he quickly began losing the battle against himself.

"Scarlett," he struggled. I nipped at his bottom lip while he spoke, sliding my hands down the royal blue dress shirt over his chest. He snatched my hands over his black belt, refusing to let me continue to avoid further distractions.

His eyes peered into mine; the fire ignited between us sizzling out. "Why was my dad so hellbent on keeping you here just to give it up in a flash?"

My heart started to race. "To use me against my King if a war started between our—" he gripped my jaw and I cut myself off with a gasp.

The lie was hard to stand by, yet the truth was much harder to admit. Saying what happens to me aloud will make it that much more real, it won't feel like one big nightmare anymore and I'm not ready to face it.

"Don't lie to me," his voice shook, and he loosened his tight hold. "Your King isn't searching for a war; he's searching for allies. It wouldn't make any sense to use you to drive away someone who's already leaving us alone. If a war started, we're to blame. It's illogical to seek out someone who's already minding their own business just to threaten them to stay away."

A lump formed in my throat and I put my hands on his chest, clutching his shirt collar. I fought sobs from leaving me, the discomfort in my throat preventing any words from escaping.

"Scarlett," he strained through clenched teeth—almost in a beg—and closed his eyes with a deep, composing breath. "You wouldn't still be here if none of those Alpha's found you useful. What did they do with you?"

"Stop," I whimpered, my lip quivering and I choked down my tears. He turned his head, taking another deep breath in an attempt to maintain his rapidly slipping composure. He was falling apart before my eyes and guilt lit a fire within me.

"What the f**k did they do?" He snapped in frustration, pain filling his face as if he already knew where this was headed due to my constant dodging.

Almost as though he truly cared about me.

I couldn't hold back anymore and busted into tears. "They used me."

He scrunched his face and moved away, rubbing his eyes with his fingers and planting his palm on the door. He leaned on it with a tense body, clenching his jaw on and off, his Adam's apple bobbing after every harsh swallow.

"Has my dad touched you?" He asked after a moment, his voice trembling in an eerily calm tone. I immediately sensed it wasn't fear, it was rage.

"Draven..." I trailed off with a sniffle, too scared to answer.

Why do I feel so guilty?

He exhaled a curse, a pained, drawn noise leaving him that for some reason split my heart in two. I cried harder, knowing my no answer was just the answer he needed, and grabbed onto him before he did something regretful.

"I was going to talk this over with you, but I don't want you here another second. It's my job to protect you and I failed." He turned to me with a dangerous glint in his eyes, trapping me on the counter by slamming his hands on each side of me, hovering his face above mine. His eyes flickered to my lips. "The only way I can sever your pack mark before I'm Alpha is if I mark you as mine. That way you're not bound to the pack, you'll be bound to me. You'll be free."

"W-What?" I exhaled, tears streaming down my cheeks. "What does that mean? What'll happen to you?"

"Don't let me catch you around here again, Red," he whispered, his eyes reflecting the pain in my chest. It was his turn to dodge my question and it only frightened me.

His hand unexpectedly grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head to the side. I felt his canines sink into the very area that burned with his presence, an excruciating wave of pain surging through me. I bit my cheeks to withhold a scream, my body shuddering under the pain.

He retracted from me and took my arm, an unfamiliar coldness engulfing my entire chest as he led me out of the bathroom, rushing down the hallway and through the back door.

He dragged me to the treeline and stopped, dropping my arm then twisting to face me. "All you need to know is that tied to me will do nothing to you except leave a marking on your neck. Nobody can track you down, not even me."

"But what'll happen to you?" I snapped, struggling for a stable breath between my chest tightness and stifled cries.

"I'll be fine. Just... don't die," he responded, his jaw tight, visibly withholding the explanation. Although he didn't say it, I read the answer on his face.

We're bound to each other.

He'll feel everything that I feel, emotionally and physically.

A werewolf's mate dying is the equivalent to killing them, just slower.

The reminder made me falter, my anger calming drastically.

"I owe you so much more than I can ever give, Draven Sawyer. You're the most selfless wolf I've ever known." I lowered my head in respect. He hooked his finger under my chin, stopping me from bowing by forcing me to look up at him.

"You owe me nothing. Love isn't about picking the best flower in a field and taking it home, it's about admiring the flower and letting it flourish."

Love? From a werewolf?

Is he aware of what just came from his mouth?

That's impossible.

They're incapable.

I ripped away from him, panic seizing me when his words sank in. As a response, I bolted into the trees, using my vampire speed to run as far as my feet could take me.

I continued on until I emerged from the other end of the woods, running out onto a long, seemingly never-ending line of grey, cracked rock with solid yellow lines in the center, expanding in opposite directions.

The werewolves own a trail?

A loud squealing noise suddenly screeched through the air. I whipped my head to the side in surprise and the last thing I saw was a large moving object before it slammed into me.