Slaves To The Alpha
1032 Words
Rebecca's Pov
I stood there, my mind screaming. What is he going to do? Is he about to shift? Are the claws coming out?
Damian didn’t even look at me. He just pulled his phone out, tapping the screen with a casual flick of his thumb like he was ordering a late night snack. "Hey. Yeah. I want her brother in the house. Less than thirty seconds."
The world tilted. I felt the air vanish from the office. "My brother?" I managed to rasp, my voice sounding hollow even to my own ears.
"Yeah," he said, and he didn't even sound angry. He sounded bored. "Are you surprised? You think I would let some random girl work in my house without running a background check? I know exactly who Gabriel Blackwood is. He will be here in thirty minutes. And after one hour? He won't be breathing anymore."
Blackwood. The name hit me like a physical blow. That was the name we forged. The lie we built to hide our real identities. How did he know? Did he know about the Sterlings? Did he know I was Allison? My brain was a strobe light of pure, unadulterated panic. My cover wasn't just cracking, it was obliterating.
I didn't think. I just dropped to my knees and scrambled forward, grabbing the expensive fabric of his trousers.
"Please!" I sobbed, the sound raw and ugly. "I am sorry! I didn't mean to be rude, I....I was just scared. Please, don't hurt him!"
Damian laughed, a hollow sound that didn't reach his eyes. He crouched down, his face inches from mine, his eyes scanning my tear streaked face like he was checking the quality of his dinner. "You really think this pitiful thing will make me change my mind? I will show you why I was called an Alpha. Don't be deceived by this cute, dashing face I show the whole world, Rebecca. I am a monster."
Thirty minutes. It felt like thirty seconds.
The door barged open, and the guards hauled Gabriel in like a sack of trash. I gasped. His face was already bruised, his shirt torn at the collar. He looked genuinely terrified, his eyes wide and glassy.
"Oh my God," I screamed, rushing toward him, but a heavy boot slammed into my side, shoving me face first into the hardwood. The impact knocked the wind out of me, leaving me gasping on the floor.
"Are you really going to kill him?" I shrieked, clutching my ribs. "He did nothing wrong!"
Damian didn't even glance down. He turned his focus to Gabriel, his voice cold as a tombstone. "I am doing exactly what an Alpha does."
Gabriel started sobbing, a high-pitched, pathetic sound that tore at my heart. "Becca! He is really going to kill me! Do something! I haven't even met the love of my life yet!"
Fuck, couldn't believe at this crucial time all Gabriel cared about was the love of his life. I got down on my knees, begging, the scene blurring through my tears. Damian pulled a short, jagged blade from his desk. It wasn't a kitchen knife, it was a weapon. He leaned over Gabriel, the steel hovering just inches from my brother’s cheek. He was about to start carving.
Just as the tip of the blade brushed Gabriel’s skin, the door flung open again.
"Come on, Damian. In your study? Really?"
The voice was light, casual, and completely unimpressed. I blinked, looking up through my hair. A man with blonde hair and blue eyes strolled in, wearing glasses that made him look like an accountant.
Damian froze, the blade hovering. He turned, his face twisting into a mask of pure irritation. "Connor? What are you doing here?"
Connor didn't stop. He moved with a speed that made my head spin, crossing the room in a blink. He plucked the blade from Damian’s hand like he was snatching a lollipop from a toddler.
"Don't do this," Connor said, his voice flat. "They are just lowly humans, common trash. I thought you were getting better at the impulse control."
Damian roared, spinning around, his face turning an ugly shade of red. "Give me back my blade!"
Connor just held it out of reach, grinning a cheesy, sheepish grin that didn't reach his cold blue eyes. "You will have to kill me first to get it."
"We aren't kids anymore!" Damian shouted, his voice shaking the windowpanes. "Stop playing!"
Connor shrugged, his smile not flickering. "Well, I am still someone’s child, so technically, a kid."
Damian stomped back to his chair, looking like a caged animal. He launched into a bitter, whining explanation about how I had insulted him, how I had barked at him like some common criminal.
Connor didn't look at Damian. He turned his head and looked at me, then drifted his gaze to Gabriel. The way he looked at my brother made my skin crawl. It wasn't interest, it was the look of a kid staring at a new toy he couldn't wait to dismantle.
"Look at that innocent face," Connor murmured, stepping closer to Gabriel. He leaned in, sniffing the air near Gabriel’s neck. It was invasive. It was possessive. "Look at her gorgeous brother. You can't just kill him, Damian. Just punish them."
Connor’s eyes flicked to Gabriel. "What can you do?"
Gabriel stammers, his voice barely a squeak. "Nothing. But... I am just a hacker. I am good at it."
Connor smiled, showing teeth that looked a little too sharp. He turned to me. "And what can you do?"
Before I could breathe, Damian spat, "Don't bother. She is good for nothing."
Connor tapped his chin, his gaze dropping to my lips, then to my throat. "Okay then. They should work as our slaves."
He paused, and a dark, sick look crossed his face. "By the way, Damian... I am genuinely interested in her gorgeous brother. Can't believe you wanted to send this beauty to hell."
The room went cold. I looked at Gabriel, then back at Connor’s pale, empty smile. I wasn't just a maid anymore. We were property. This was definitely not how I expected the script to play out.
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