Russian Alpha Queen

This first chapter contains unwilling s****l content depicted in a graphic manner. Viewer discretion advised. If this is not something you are comfortable with, you may skip the content in this chapter without missing anything else plot wise. Mila fought the urge to throw up in her mouth as Ivan's hands angrily grabbed her by the arms and tossed her onto the bed. It had been six years, four months, and eighteen days since Ivan had rolled in and destroyed her life as she'd known it. Her father was dead, her mother killed by her own hand, and the top pack members she'd called her Auntie and Uncles had all been slaughtered as well after being unwilling to kill Mila just to keep a slot in a pack that was no longer theirs. And here she was, used and abused daily by this monster of a man as her wolf stayed stuck in her mind, unwilling and unable to come out and help Mila fight for her freedom. Coward. Mila thought internally rolling her eyes. Her wolf whimpered in her head, both in response to Mila's rude comment and the feeling of Ivan's hand grabbing her roughly by the hips, quickly pinning her down and positioning his bare appendage at her entrance. Her wolf was terrified of the man that loomed over her; it had been since watching him tear out her father's throat like it was nothing. Sure he was getting up there in age, but he was still known as the strongest Alpha in the last 250 years, there should have been no way for anyone but herself to defeat him. But Ivan had done it, and while Mila hated him for it, her wolf was horrified and unknowingly accepted him as her new Alpha when she accepted him telling her she wasn't allowed to shift. As hard as Mila tried she couldn't get her wolf to listen to her. She'd begged, bargained, and pleaded with it, but it just cowered in the furthest corner of her mind. If Mila was ever going to be free, she was going to have to do it on her own. When she'd looked up from cleaning the cut on her eyebrow from Ivan slamming her head into the wall and saw him re-entering her room to r*pe her for the fourth time today, she'd felt something snap inside herself, and knew this was it, this was her time to take back everything that bastard had stolen from her, even if she didn't have her wolf form to help her. "Wow, I'm surprised you're not trying to strangle me with your joke you call a d*ck." Mila spat. "Did someone have a bad day? One of my pack members look you in the eye again?" she added with a sardonic laugh. Ivan's head snapped up to meet her dark blue eyes just seconds before his clenched hand came in contact with her jaw. Further frustration bubbled up inside of him as he stared down at the unmoving redhead below him. It riled his wolf up like nothing else that he couldn't get to her. He'd beat her within an inch of her life at least twice a month, use her body any time he wanted, and even forced her wolf into submission as soon as he'd laid eyes on her. He'd gone on to murder far more than just her father in front of her as well - her father's Beta, Gamma, and Delta, as well as all their family members, all but three of their top fighters, and any random member of his pack that would dare to try and help her or even pay her the simplest of kindness. Yet despite everything he'd done, he just couldn't break this girl's spirit. She always had to run her mouth when he entered the room, and that look she had on her face all the time just drove him to want to murder her on the spot. But he couldn't; Ivan knew there were plenty among his pack that didn't favor him and would happily stand by while he died, if not assisting in an assassination themselves. There were many that would stand up against him if he made a martyr out of this girl, and he despite claiming three more packs in the years since he'd claimed her, he somehow still didn't manage to get himself into a position where he had enough backing. It seemed everyone West of his original pack all practically worshiped Alpha Petrov, and were more than happy to support Mila as a fellow Alpha, and the Roman Elders also made it clear they would unite the packs against him if she were killed unjustly. He didn't even want to think about what they'd do to him if they knew how he treated her. The worst part of all? She knew it. And it drove him wild. Literally. He was a hairsbreadth away from shifting any time he wasn't actively punishing her. Both he and his wolf hated how she wouldn't submit. He was stronger than any other wolf in the world, he'd proved it when he killed her father right in front of her. He'd even taken her own wolf from her for Romulus' sake! He knew it was going to be hard to break her when she stared him in his eyes as she killed her own mother in front of him, but he thought he'd enjoy the challenge. If he'd known it was going to cause him this much grief, he'd have killed her right there, Elders be damned. A guttural snarl ripped from Ivan's lips as his hand quickly shot out, twisting into Mila's hair and throwing her to the floor as he took a seat at the edge of the bed. "What a wonderful idea. Someone as disgusting as you doesn't deserve any pleasure," he growled. Pulling her over to him, Ivan forced her lips over his erection. "Now suck it like your life depends on it, because with how you've been acting lately, it just might." Mila, calling his bluff, rolled her eyes in response, earning her a harsh tug on her hair as he slammed her head further against his pelvis, his hard erection jamming into the back of her throat. Forcing herself to accept this happening again, she began working with him. On rare occasions, she'd found him slipping into the thought of him sleeping with his dead mate rather him violating her body, and Mila knew that the best chance for her to do some serious damage would be for her to attack him while he wasn't fully focused on hurting her. She didn't have to question why he could possibly thinking of her as his mate. His wolf was going insane. His mate had died over twelve years ago; most wolves who's mates have died end up killing themselves within the first year, and she only personally known two that had lived another five years. The few that did survive the loss only did so because of their children, but they were never quite the same and ended up becoming crazed around ten years after the loss, so a wolf living this long just on the need to control people was volatile and terrifying. However, make no mistake, Mila felt no pity for the beast who had taken everything from her - she just saw him as a rabid dog who had mauled a group of children. He needed to be put down. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she wrapped one warm hand around the base of his shaft and began swirling her tongue around his tip. She felt him harden further in her mouth as she sucked her lips tightly around him and began bobbing her head back and forth, stroking the throbbing vein underneath and bringing her other hand up to trail her long nails down his spine like she knew he enjoyed. "Mmm... I'm glad to see you're finally learning," Ivan groaned out, softening his hold on her hair and leaning his head back, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. Mila responded by moving her hand down to gently massage his balls as she took the full length of him inside her mouth. Sliding the tip of her tongue up and down the vein Ivan loved having massaged, she began sucking faster as Ivan thrust his hips towards her, losing himself a bit in the pleasure. It was hard for someone to feel that after losing their mate, but after six years of him taking advantage of her, Mila was starting to figure out how he liked it. She removed her other hand from his back and began tracing her fingers over Ivan's abs. He shuddered a bit, his mind hazing over and his wolf slipping to the forefront. Ivan crashed his lips against his mate's in one smooth move, not even minding what her mouth had just been doing. He moaned as her hand trailed up his chest and wrapped around his throat with just the right amount of pressure. Suddenly he felt her hot breath on his neck as she pressed harder on his throat, it was starting to sting a little, but his body felt as if he hadn't touched her in years, so he didn't mind just yet. Ivan's body tingled as he felt his mate slid back down, taking him in her mouth again. A large moan escaped his lips this time as his hands to the back of her head, loving the feeling of his missing oxygen combined with her sucking his soul out from below. His hands were quickly removed and his chest rumbled as he felt Val's lips press against his ear. "Mm-mm" she hummed in his ear, pressing further on his throat. Ivan hadn't noticed at first but he was actually starting to feel lightheaded, and tiny red dots had begun appearing behind his eyes. He attempted to clear his throat, only for the slender hand to press harder against it. "I challenge you for title of Alpha." His pulse sped up, this time from confusion rather that pleasure. The weight on his throat increased again and this time he let out a cough, his eyes snapping open and falling onto Mila's blue eyes. She had a large, toothy smile on her face as she grinned at him menacingly. "This one's for my parents." And with that, Mila shot her head down and ripped off his third leg with her teeth. She'd heard the human body could bite through a carrot, and though it took some gnashing, she was quite pleased to find that factual. Her blood pumped so loudly it was all she could hear as she jumped onto the bed, twisting Ivan's head past where it was supposed to go, a quick snap of his neck ending his screams. His attempts to stop her had been pitiful due to the lack of oxygen, but with that they'd stopped altogether. Mila didn't though, and a raw, primal roar launched from her lips and carried across the building as she stepped on her shoulder and continued twisting and twisting until the now dead Ivan's head was full freed from his body. His thick, sticky blood covered Mila's face and neck and splashed against the bed and headboard. All these years of training her human body every waking moment Ivan wasn't around her had finally paid off. She was free. Her body was her own once more; she never had to feel a man's hands on her again. An utterly primal scream came from deep inside her as she basked in the feeling of freedom and wholeness that enveloped her in that moment. "Do you believe in us now?" Mila asked her wolf. She felt her wolf stand up and start moving around in her head for the first time in years. She was afraid, but she did start feeling much more confidence. Her partner had killed the Alpha that terrified her beyond belief, and she had done so in her human form. The wolf now had much more respect for Mila, but was still nervous. "I'm proud of you," her wolf said back slowly, "I see that physically and mentally you are strong, but I feel you were only able to kill him because he was lost in thought of his mate. What if the rest of his pack are as strong as he, and they come for us?" Her wolf was still frightened. It still didn't trust her, despite having killed an Alpha with her bare hands. That was unheard of and here was her coward of a wolf still being afraid of a dead man. She fought like a wolf despite her wolf not helping her, yet her wolf still wouldn't accept the victory? A frown appeared on Mila's face, her feelings a little hurt at the thought and concern blossoming inside her. She'd always assumed her wolf would shift for her once she'd killed the Alpha, but her words had Mila wondering if perhaps she'd thought wrong. Maybe her wolf would need more time to heal. That thought began to eat at her further as she thought about how many wolves that would force her to fight in her human form. It would make things that much harder if anyone wanted to challenge her claim as her wolf had. Nobody had witnessed her kill Ivan, though she was partially glad for that as there hadn't been much honor in it. But it did feel damn good to rip that asshole's head off. Ivan and Mila's screams alerted the rest of the wolves in the pack house that something was amiss, and for the first time in a long time they dared defy their Alpha's orders and went up to check his room. It was such a rare an event in fact, that few even noticed the implication of the fact that they were even able to enter when most had been commanded not to. Horror showed on many of the wolves' faces as they saw their Alpha's disembodied head in his slave's arms, blood covering her naked body and a look on her face that showed her willingness to slay anyone who dared try to avenge their Alpha. One maid fainted, and another ran off, screaming to all about the death of their Alpha. "I AM THE ALPHA NOW!" Mila roared, her eyes turning dark as she scanned the faces of those before her. Unless things had changed in the last six years, there had never been a female Alpha before. It just wasn't done. The daughter of an Alpha was always mated to the son of another, so it was simply expected they would go and be Luna to the man's pack. Mila had hated the whole idea of it before all this, and the last six years had just cemented the fact that she knew she would be Alpha until someone was able to defeat her. "Any objections?" She hissed. "Yeah, actually," a voice said from the center of the group. The other wolves stepped back as a tall, blonde haired man stepped forward. "I'm the Beta to this pack, and if anyone is going to lead us now, it'll be me, not some random she wolf none of us know," he said staring at Mila unflinchingly. A snarl escaped Mila's lips, and the Beta smirked at her and announced to the room, "I challenge you for title of Alpha."