The submissive

The submissive (chapter 2 )

I was sleeping fitfully as always, when I heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs. The smell of mint, musky pinewood, and soap along with the smell of a roast dinner, let me know that it was Zane, our second in command.

Zane was six foot four, with wide set shoulders and a body warriors would weep for, his muscles were in all the right places, his skin a soft olive tan, short black hair tousled sexily, dark blue eyes that stood out and Cupid bow, red sensuous lips that begged to be kissed, and boy did the females try to no avail. He was usually busy on assignments given by the alpha anyway, he wasn't dangerous because he was an alpha, but because he was skilfully trained in combat and things I wasn't allowed to overhear about.

Groggily I opened my eyes and tried to sit up, my body wouldn't cooperate with me at first, like when you exercise too much and pull every muscle in your body that the next day you don't want to move. Finally though, and very slowly, I shifted into a sitting position as Zane came over, face emotionless as he gently placed the plate in my lap.

As always, he didn't say a word as he sat opposite me, looking at the ground and waiting for me to finish the dinner.

I didn't understand why he did this, I knew nobody left any, or made any extra, which meant it could only mean that he gave me his own dinner, I got a lump in my throat every time I thought of this. He was silent and unreadable, and the second most dangerous wolf after that Jason guy from another pack, and yet he showed me more kindness in this small gesture than anybody had shown me in all the years I had been here.

He did this evey night, and it was the only meal I'd get, so I guess without him I'd have died from starvation long ago. Silent tears trailed their way down my cheeks at the gratefulness of this mans kindness, and the smell of carrots, potatoes and meat had me devouring the plate like an animal within mere seconds, my tummy still rumbled with hunger, but it wasn't hurting anymore. I blushed when I was done and quickly wiped the gravy from my face with the back of a hand, after all, he was hot, and yes I'd daydream that he would be my saviour.

“Thank you.” I whispered and handed the plate back to him. He nodded once and left me alone once again in the cold dampness of my home.

My morning wake up call was a kick in the face, too tired to do much else, I cried softly and held my cheek, as I turned to look up from the hard cold floor, I saw Susan, another member of the pack, with luscious black hair, dark brown eyes and easily could have been a model, though perhaps not with that snarl she was giving me right now.

There wasn't always a real reason for the pack attacking me, sometimes they were just in a shitty mood, and today was Susan's shitty day as she let me know by kicking me, pulling my hair, slapping me and calling me all kinds of names like, “you dirty piece of trash, you don't belong here!” Or “everybody hates you, you ginger ugly bitch.” That was the less cruder version of her words, but you get the drift.

I curled up into a ball and wept when she had left, I wasn't sure how much longer I could cope, my only outlet were my daydreams of someone saving me, most of the time it was Zane, and so I lay there and fantasised until a kick in my ribs jolted me from my dream state.

“Get up. Boss says you can come out for a few hours.” That was Liam. He was a skinny man, with almost black eyes, and black hair that had been shaved. I guess I wasn't quick enough for the t**t, because he dragged me by the arm and pushed me up the stairs and out into the bright light of day.