The Alpha's Reluctant Wife

Chapter 17: Chiara

Adrian was waiting for me when we climbed out of the car after Lance and I switched places again from the driver's seat. Connor's tears were already gone when he followed us towards the mansion's front doors. Lance looked calm. At first glance, no one could tell that we just had an impromptu interrogation while on the road.

Nothing got past the eyes of Galway's Pack Alpha, though.

As I approached Adrian, he looked at me from head to toe. His eyes turned darker after doing so. When I was within arm's reach, he grabbed me by my bicep.

Everyone tensed up upon seeing the Pack Alpha's reaction. I didn't even need my wolf to smell the fear in the air. I saw Lance seemingly gearing up for a fight from the corner of my eyes.

Adrian ran his nose on the column of my neck and whispered in my ears, "In my office. Now."

Adrian began walking, dragging me after him without waiting for my reply. Lance stepped towards us, but I shook my head, signaling him to stop. His dark eyes had a glint, showing just how close to the surface his wolf was.

His lips opened, mouthing my name in a silent call.

'Chiara.'

I smiled back at him, mustering all my strength to look reassuring. I soon lost sight of Lance as we walked further inside the mansion.

***

"Tell me, my love. Have you had fun on your trip to Hoult?"

Naked and strapped.

Adrian had me stripped my clothes and then tied me in a chair in the middle of his office. I wasn't blindfolded this time, but the way my arms were wound down behind me, my legs spread against the cushion, and my chest thrust up—it all left me feeling extremely vulnerable.

The said clothes were in Adrian's hand, ripped and torn apart. He looked at them in disgust and then tossed them in the open fireplace at the corner of his office. The smell of burnt garments filled up the room.

"I never gave you permission to wear anything other than the clothes I allowed," he said, voice sounding casual despite the building anger in his eyes. "And your injury? What happened with you?"

I flexed my arms against the rope, feeling the makeshift bandage stretch around my wounded arm. "I accidentally fell off the bench—"

"LIES!"

Adrian grabbed the chair and leaned it backward until I was looking up at him from my tied position.

"I can smell his scent on you... hmm, yes, he's all over you. Your clothes, your wound, your hair... everywhere." Adrian leaned closer until our lips were almost touching. "Did you have fun with the Rogue? Tell me... did he kiss you?"

"Alpha—hmmph!"

Adrian's lips crashed against mine, his tongue darting out to play and intertwine. The scent of ash intensified, choking me. I pushed down the bile, threatening to spill out my throat, and willed my consciousness to stay in that tranquil space I always constructed to keep myself sane.

It was useless.

Adrian let go of the chair, but his hands cupped my face. His touch was unbelievably gentle. Possessive, yes, but it was devoid of the usual pain he often doled out as punishment to me.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes when Adrian's kiss turned slow and languid. I was used to pain. Pain grounded me. But softness always left me reeling and unbalanced. All my coping mechanisms went haywire in the wake of this oddness.

I felt Adrian's fingers trailing down my body, caressing my skin. He tweaked one of my n*****s, gently pulling and twisting it. Unbidden desire overwhelmed me, and against all my reservations, I felt myself gradually being wet and turned on.

"Ahhh, Chiara. Have I already told you how sweet you taste?" Adrian asked while he peppered kisses on my jaw and neck. His fingers traveled lower until he reached my c**t. A low moan escaped my lips as he strummed my sensitive nub.

"Did he do this to you, Chiara? Did the Rogue pleasured my wife just as what I'm doing to her right now?"

"A-Alpha... Adrian... please..."

"Please, what?"

"Adrian...nnngh..."

"Please, what, Chiara? I need you to say it."

I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, trying to force my body to calm down. But Adrian knew how to work me, and he used my body and my needs against me. My hips jerked, chasing the release that I knew Adrian could give.

I didn't want this. I hated this. And yet, my body was betraying me.

The room was soon filled with my moans and whimpers. I tried to wiggle free from my bonds and press my aching mound against Adrian's fingers. I felt him smile. He eagerly circled my c**t with his thumb while he pumped two fingers inside me in time.

I was so close. My whole body spasmed, and my mouth fell open in a silent cry. With my eyes rolling back, my orgasm ripped through me. Adrian continued pumping his fingers, pulling and twisting them inside me until the pleasure turned into almost pain, my p***y too overstimulated to take it.

I tried to move away from Adrian's fingers, but he cupped my mound to prevent me from wiggling. "Can he do that, Chiara? Can he make you c*m?"

He dug his palm against my c**t, and I cried out. "Adrian, stop. Please. I can't take it anymore. Please..."

"Yes, you can, and you will." Adrian began rubbing my c**t again, forcing me to chase another orgasm.

Being tied up in the chair, I had nothing else to do but endure it. Adrian brought me to the peak over and over again. The chair was soaked with my release, my lips and chin covered in sweat and drool. My whole body was shivering, oversensitive, but at the same time, craving for more.

Just when I thought I would pass out, Adrian finally stopped. He tilted my chin up, and I blearily opened my eyes.

"Look at you, Chiara. You're a mess," Adrian said. The harshness in his voice was back.

"Do you think he'll look at you twice when he sees you like this, hm? Like a filthy slut always begging for more."

"I didn't... I didn't beg..."

"Ah, did you not? Was it not begging when you screamed my name while you're cumming? Did you not rub your wet p***y on my hands like a b***h in heat?"

Chuckling, Adrian let go of my chin. My head lolled forward, more drool spilling from my lips down to my chest. Adrian made a disgusted sound.

"No one will ever want a w***e like you. You're nothing but a used omega. Damaged. You're not even good enough to carry child or be a mother."

I gulped and took a deep breath, but I couldn't stop the sobs that poured out of me. Heaving, I looked up from my tied position to see Adrian looming over me. He raised his hand and gently wiped the tears from my cheeks.

"No one will ever want you except for ME, Chiara," he whispered. "NO ONE. You should be grateful I even take care of you."

I sobbed harder and shook my head. "That's not true..."

"If you really do believe that, then let's call the Rogue in here."

Adrian turned around, and I screamed at him to stop. "Wait! Please don't! Don't call him..."

"Hm?" Adrian looked back at me again. "Why not?"

"I... I..."

"Say it, my love. It's alright."

"I don't want him to see me," I finally muttered. My lips wobbled as another sob wracked my body.

"Hmmm, and you don't want him to see you because?" Adrian urged.

I closed my eyes in shame as I finally admitted my fear. "Because I don't want him to... to be repulsed by the sight of me."

"That's right, my love." Leaning forward again, Adrian placed a chaste kiss on my forehead. "I'm the only one who can accept you. You're mine."

Adrian cooed and petted my head, gently wiping my tears and sweat off my body. He carefully untied me, and then I slumped onto him, too spent to even move. He draped his suit over my naked form and carried me out of his office. The hallways were empty as he walked towards his room.

As the scent of ash enveloped me, the last thing I felt was the soft sheets of Adrian's bed before I passed out.