The Alpha's Unwanted Bride

11 I will be Bad

Elsa

I woke up feeling sore, my body aching from the ordeal. As I opened my eyes, I realised I wasn’t in my room. Instead, I was lying on a large, luxurious king-size bed in a room that was far more exquisite than the one I had been confined to.

The space was elegant, with expensive furnishings and an air of opulence. Confused, I gently sat up, scanning my surroundings until my eyes landed on Alpha Adam. He was sitting on a chair, his elbows resting on his knees, his chin propped on his palm, staring at me with an unreadable expression.

"Where am I?" I demanded angrily, not caring to mask my frustration. He straightened up, his gaze never leaving mine.

"You defied me, wolf," he began, his tone sharp. But I couldn’t care less about his reprimands.

He could condemn me all he wanted—I was already living in my own personal hell.

"You were supposed to remain indoors, and yet you ran out and tried to get yourself killed," he accused, his voice laced with anger.

"I didn’t try to kill myself. Don’t flatter yourself," I snapped back, feeling the anger rise within me.

"I went for a swim, then decided to stroll, and that rogue came out of nowhere. I’m lucky to be alive. You should’ve warned me that you had a rogue problem," I shot back, my words sharp and biting.

His expression shifted from neutral to anger, his eyes narrowing at my defiance.

"You are badly behaved and uncouth," he retorted, clearly displeased with my attitude.

I couldn’t help but smile at him, though it was more of a taunt than anything else. "Well, I didn’t ask to be saddled with a mean man like you," I countered, feeling a surge of satisfaction as his anger deepened.

He stood up abruptly, his imposing figure towering over me as he moved closer. His presence was overwhelming, and despite my bravado, I instinctively shifted away from him, trying to put some distance between us. The air between us crackled with tension, and for a moment, I wondered what he might do.

But I refused to show fear. I met his gaze head-on, my heart pounding, determined not to let him see how much he intimidated me. This man might control my fate, but he would never control my spirit.

Alpha Adam came close to me, and my treacherous heart began to beat fast.

He touched my cheek and used his finger to trace my skin down my neck, down through the centre of my chest, to my navel.

I felt my walls clench and the scent of the wetness between my legs was impossible to hide.

He held my gaze, his eyes were piercing into my soul. My wolf was cowering, but I tried to be brazen. My mouth was dry instantly, and I became nervous. I held his gaze all the while, and he did not blink. Not even once.

"You are too damn stubborn for your own good," he said with a calm and stern voice. "I warned you, and now I have to punish you," he said, staring into my eyes. I smiled scornfully at him, and he got pissed off.

"A little girl like you will never know the pleasures of life. Someone so childish and small-minded as you cannot even begin to comprehend it," he said.

He reached for my underwear and felt for my c**t. He rubbed lightly, and my treacherous body gave in.

Stupid raging hormones.

This asshole wasn't playing fair. He held my gaze and rubbed lightly, and my lips parted.

I tried hard not to moan, but it was too much. This man was skilled, and he had brought his A-game.

My pant was soaked with my wetness, and my body slowly began to shake. The pressure was building up, and I knew I was cuming. Suddenly he withdrew his fingers and went back to sit down.

I felt severe disappointment. I was in disbelief of what had just transpired between Alpha Adam and me.

As pleasurable as this may sound, it was him taking back his power and indeed a punishment because my core began to ache right then, and my body shook severely for release. But I tried to keep it together and not let it show.

I watched him carefully, his eyes fixed on me with an unsettling intensity. I stayed silent, fighting an internal battle that felt almost physical. I could sense his satisfaction; he knew I was struggling.

"You know," he said, his voice dripping with a cruel assurance, "by the end of this, you'll be just like everyone else. You will obey me, Elsa Davis. I will break you."

His words felt like a heavy weight pressing down on my chest. I needed to escape this torment, so I steeled myself and spoke up.

"Can I go back to my room now, Alpha?" I asked, trying to sound as irritated as I could.

His smirk widened, revealing his teeth. "I see you’re eager to find some release in that little room of yours. How typical."

I rolled my eyes, fighting to keep my voice steady. "You’re mistaken if you think I’d get any satisfaction from your touch. My fingers would do a much better job than your clumsy hands. Besides, the thought of you is hardly appealing. You’re not my type and way too old for my tastes. Sorry to burst your bubble, Alpha, but you’re just not cutting it for me. Now, can I leave?"

The fury in his eyes was unmistakable, a blazing storm of anger. I braced myself for his reaction.

"Are you going to punish me again, or will you just let me go?" I asked, struggling to keep the contempt out of my voice. "Please, spare me the agony of your unwanted touches. I find your fingers utterly repulsive."

His anger reached a boiling point. He stood up abruptly, his movements sharp and purposeful. He marched toward me with a fury that made my heart race.

"You’ve crossed the line, Elsa. Alpha won’t let this go unpunished," Claire said, her voice tinged with worry. Her words, combined with the storm in Alpha Adam’s eyes, made me realise just how dire the situation was.

Without warning, he lifted me off the bed and threw me over his shoulder. I struggled for a moment, but then resigned myself to the uncomfortable position. As we moved through the hallways, I could see the shocked faces of people passing by. Their expressions were a mix of surprise and curiosity, and I felt their eyes following us with intense interest.

The weight of the situation pressed down on me, and all I could think about was how to endure this relentless, dehumanising ordeal.

He took me to my room and tossed me on the bed.

He climbed onto the bed and tore open the shirt I had on, which I believe was his because I must have been carried to his room naked.

He began to flick my n*****s with his fingers until they were rock hard. Then he travelled down my body with one hand and began to rub my c**t through the fabric of my pant. He held my gaze. I knew I was going to lose this battle.

I didn't know when I began to moan. I tried to stop myself, but the dam was open.

My core clenched and ached. He teased my n*****s so well, and there was lust in his eyes, too, but unlike me, he was in control.

No one had ever touched me like this before. Not like I had ever been touched before. The feeling was better than my imagination.

He built up the pressure and then crashed it. He continued until I couldn’t take any more and became frustrated.

When he was done torturing me and never letting me release, he pulled away. I was dumbfounded. My wolf wanted to jump at him and make him take us. But I controlled myself.

"I believe I have given you something to work with in fantasy land," he said and headed towards the door.

I wanted to grab him and force him to finish what he had started, but I knew he would not respond. He had unknowingly given me a reason to defy him some more. I was going to be a bad girl onward.