Return of the alpha's bride

Two

maya pov

I was ecstatic to see a tall, attractive young man standing in front of me when I looked up. His gaze was fixed on my face and would not take off, piercing my heart like a burning sword of love.

I didn't need anyone to tell me as the voice next to me said, "You may now kiss the bride." It was the matchmaker.

He moved in closer, kissing me on the lips. Soon afterward, his face gradually transformed from that of a cute young guy to that of the dragon lord.

"Cease!" I woke up from my sleep quickly and let out an outcry as my heart began to race.

"Slow down, there are a lot of people outside. "I don't want them to hear any sound," a whispery voice said, standing next to me. When I looked around, what I saw really disappointed me.

"Damon, why are you in this place? Simply walk out”. I squatted down next to the towering, mature young man, and remarked, "I'm not in the mood." His long hair enhances his appearance and accurately portrays him as the boss of the infamous brothel house near Arai.

"I will not let you go in any way, Maya. This is my property. He firmly addressed me, "I own the dress you wore, and you know very well that I also own you." As he drew nearer to me and took hold of my arm, his voice transformed from that of a kind, caring man into that of a predator.

"As I am merely an employee here, you have no right to use any force against me," I said, trying not to show my slight trembling in my voice.

He answered without asking how I was feeling, saying, "Of course, you and I, including everyone else, know that I have the right to do exactly what I wanted, and now I want you closer to me." He moved closer in, his hands resting on my waist.

"You are among the most stunning employees I have ever laid eyes on." At least for tonight, I want you. He said, "I guarantee you will love every minute of it," as he drew nearer to me and planted his lips on mine.

"Leave me alone!" I yanked him away from my body as I spoke.

I've put up with him and his advances long enough. I made the decision to give him my letter of resignation and leave the area completely, as everyone there only knew me as a harlot trying to start over. A life that I had always imagined having since I was a young child, until death snatched my devoted guardians from me in what appeared to be an obvious assassination.

"Sadly enough, the door is locked. Since I have the keys, there is no way out for you. You'll only be spared my fury if you strip and follow my instructions, Damon grinned and stated. I hoped it wasn't true, but as soon as I arrived at the door and realized he did, in fact, have the keys, all hope was lost.

"What am I doing wrong?" With a look of sheer anguish on my face, I asked.

"I have the freedom to do anything I want in my own little territory, but unfortunately you are part of it, and your contract with me isn't over yet, not until you fulfill my dreams of being with you in the most beautiful way," Damon uttered. "The demon god rules the entire land and has the power to do whatever he wishes and so with me."

His incredibly attractive body drew my attention, but his heart was clearly not in line with his appearance.

"You have developed a mean obsession that has permeated your mind. You are crazy, and I will never be able to satisfy your needs. Give the keys to me now. I said, "It's over," but he gave me a foolish wave of his head.

"Okay, here are the keys," he added, grinning mischievously as he pointed the keys in my direction.

His eyes straying across my see-through outfit, which was appropriate for my profession, made me uneasy.

Damon is the love of practically everyone, but he is picky, which gave him extra motivation to want me, since I couldn't give him the same respect as the other ladies. He obviously hated my guts, and I knew it. He is my boss and to disobey him is as good as saying goodbye to my job as a harlot. I don't like him inspire being super attractive.

His expression was one of resolve, and I couldn't stop picturing a way out of there without him harassing me.

He watched me intently, as if he could read my thoughts, and my feet crept over to meet his.

The closer I drew to him, the colder my feet got. I was surrounded right then by the warmth and fire in his veins and eyes, but I made a concerted effort to ignore it.

"Give it to me, please!" I yanked the key out of his hands and said.

He just grinned and didn't even try to follow me, as I had anticipated.

As soon as I attempted to open the door and did so, his hands reached out to grab hold of me.

It's empty, don't be bashful. He added, "It will be fun," stopping me from stepping away anymore.

I whirled around and shoved him away with all of my strength, breaking his arm in the process as my face flushed crimson, and my emotions took over.

"Grab her! Hold on to her, please! When Damon screamed in agony, I was forced to flee.

I was able to flee as his people pursued me.

I had nowhere else to go, and the only location that sprang to me was the feared castle of doom, home of the demon god who dominates the entire land and is completely consumed with his wife's disappearance hunt.