The Alpha and the Rogues Daughter

Chapter 3: Defeated

Eliana's P.O.V.-

Cooking and cleaning are my life, other than the occasional run and the horrors of secrets I shall not discuss. "It's not a bad life for the most part," my wolf chimes in. Seriously, I roll my eyes as if she is standing in front of me. I continue scrubbing the rags we call clothes against the washboard and attempting to ignore the noises coming from above. That poor woman will be cast as a third in between those two. I shake my head as if that will clear my mind.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming from behind me. I turn, and he stands there as dark and looming as his father. "Hello, Eliana," Roman says with the snide expression he has worn since we were children. "Hi, Roman," I retort with the same distaste. My wolf growls through our link, and I hush her. He saunters over to me, tipping my washing bin intentionally. "You are such a child," I mutter under my breath, as I begin picking up the now muddied what used to be clean laundry. "Just want to make sure my future bride knows how to wash clothes properly," he spouts off, looking down at his long thin nose at me.

I feel my blood pressure and temper rise as he mocks me. "Who does he think he is?" I think to myself. " I guess you better refill the wash tub and get back to work," he sneers. "That's it!" I stood up, just coming to his chest, and pushed him with all my might, "How dare you? Do you have any idea how long it takes to do this entire crew's laundry?" I scream out. He quickly grabs my throat and tosses me to the ground. Caught off guard with no time to react, I land hard on a rock. The sound of my ribs cracking is audible, causing pain in my entire right side. I stifle a scream. "Serves you right, you stupid mutt," he says as he looks down at me. “You will never speak to me like that!” he snaps. Reaching down with one hand, he picks me up roughly, and my side is on fire. Holding me by my throat, he brings my face to his. His eyes are dark and full of rage as he spits out, "I cannot believe I have to be mated to such a lowly street wolf. I'll teach you to yell at me". Quickly striking me across the face with his free hand.

Still holding me by the throat he spits in my face and tosses me back to the ground like a rag doll; at this point, I can't hold back the sobs. "Oh, you think that's bad wait, tell me you are officially mine!" "The rest of your life will be pain and torture, which is what someone of your stature deserves." "Don't think I won't keep doing whomever and whatever I damn well please," he added. “Including you!”

Tears streamed down my face as I began to sob. He scoffs, "Now get back to work filthy mutt." Finally, turning away and storming off. I lay there with the pain throbbing in my head and consuming the right side of my body. I lay there and cry as my wolf goes to work healing as quickly as possible. "Why do you let him hurt us?" She questions, "Because he is stronger than me," I respond in my thoughts. This incident wasn't the first time Roman had acted this way. When we were younger, he pretty much ignored me, but when he found out that his father demanded we mate, he became sadistic and cruel toward me. Teasing me, beating me, and well doing whatever he liked to me had become normal in my life. After a while, I was feeling better and decided to get the washing done before anyone else interrupted so I could make supper.

-Roman's P.O.V.-

That little witch, why would she think she could speak to me that way? "We showed her, didn't we," my wolf said. I chuckled inwardly, "We sure did." I stormed into the warehouse seeking Clarissa. I needed to blow off some steam, and she was always willing to participate in my s****l needs. Why couldn't I just mate her? She was cruel and sadistic, just like me. I respected that in a female. Eliana, although beautiful, was soft and weak. The idea of touching her in any intimate way made me sick; unless she resisted, that idea turned me on. I could not believe my father would wish that sort of torture on me. He was a cruel bastard, though. I laugh, as I am almost identical to him in every way. There must be a way out of this arranged mating. I must get Eliana banished and soon.

Finally, Carissa came walking up the steps to my loft room, and before she said a word, I threw her onto the bed and began ravaging her. First, I ripped through her shirt, exposing her small but ample breasts. Biting them roughly and pinching them hard. Her back arched as if she wanted more. I suckled her breasts, turning them red and her n*****s hard.

Then I tore her skirt from her, bearing wet lips, complete desire dripping from them for me. "Aren't we a naughty little girl" I groaned in her ear as I stuck two fingers deep into her waiting folds. She screamed out a moan at the intrusion, then responded, "I am whatever you want me to be, master." Oh, that did it. My c**k instantly became hard with her submission. I ravaged her hard with my hand. Wet noises were coming from her loudly. She moaned and squirmed, but never pulled away, only widened her legs for me.

I quickly released myself from my shorts and boxers, my long, girthy length slapping against her pelvis. Mm," she growled at the feeling of my heat against her. I slid up, aligning my rod with her mouth, and slapped it against her lips. Looking up at me, she opened her mouth like the good girl she was. I shoved my hardness down her throat, rough and rugged as she gagged, and her eyes watered, but she remained submissive. I began to enter her mouth hard and fast. Making her take all of me into her wet hot mouth and down her throat. I loved taking her mouth rough and hard. A few minutes later, I pulled away, backing up and looking at her as she regained her breath.

What a dirty little girl she was, and I loved it. I slid between her legs and rolled her onto her front. "Beg," I commanded. "Please master," she whispered. "Louder," I commanded. "Please take me, master," she screamed. I raised her tight little ass into the air and dove into her soft folds, hard stretching her wide. She screamed as pain and pleasure racked her body. I thrust into her hard my hand in her hair, wrapping it around and pulling her back to me. I slapped her pretty little ass, turning it red. She screamed for me, and I loved every moment.

I slammed into her repeatedly, holding her hard, so she had to take it all. I pulled back and spit on her ass, then shoved hard inside her most intimate hole; she screamed in pain, making me thrust harder and faster. Taking all her holes was how I dominated her, she never said no, I loved it. Her body shook in my grasp as she squirted all over my thighs. I pounded her steadily and hard, giving her the rough s*x, I loved. Her body convulsed beneath me as I pulled out of her tight hole and dove back into her all-consuming core.

Harder, faster. I stuck her with my throbbing prick, and she screamed, "Yes take me.” I rocked faster and harder still my throbbing prick filling her so full. Her walls clenching against me. Wildly I drove in and out of her breaking her hot core. She screamed, “Yes………. oh……Yes Master, “I growled as my balls tightened, and I released, filling my dirty slave with my seed. She is mine, I thought as I pulled out, watching the juices flow from her body as she shook and quivered. I lay down on my back, staring at the ceiling as Carissa dressed and left without a word. "She is such a good s*x toy," I thought as I drifted to sleep.

-Eliana's P.O.V.-

I finished washing all the laundry and hanging it to dry. Oh great, "My future mate was dominating his toy," I thought as I heard the screams coming from the loft. Trying to ignore the brutal sounds coming from the loft, I headed to the makeshift kitchen to prepare the pack's dinner. I only had a fire pit and a couple of propane burners to cook on, but somehow, I managed.

Grabbing several pots, I began preparing a beef stew for supper. I pulled the ingredients from the old fridge we had found and started slicing vegetables while the meat seared in a pan. I hummed a little tune to myself, trying to lighten my mood and drown out the lingering pain Roman so sweetly bestowed earlier. My wolf chuckled at my sarcasm. I have known the song I was humming all my life but could not remember why. I continued humming and cooking as the members began to stir due to the smell of dinner.

About midway through making dinner, I was resting and just keeping an eye on the pot simmering, when I felt chills on my spine; I turned and slammed into Draco, the Alpha's chest, "Hello, Little one," he whispered; I immediately looked at the floor. He reached out, caressing my shoulder, then let his fingers run down the front of my dress, stopping only for a moment to rub my n****e. Then, swiftly, he picked me up and placed me on the counter, spreading my legs and exposing me to him in this dumb dress.

I didn't move, respond, or make a sound. I knew better than to fight him. He was faster, stronger, and could have me killed if I made one noise. "How is my tight little one," he whispered in my ear as he pressed his fingers against my soft folds and slid them inside me. Pushing them in and pulling them out slowly as he kissed down my neck. I wanted to scream and run, but I knew it was no use. I had learned from many years of him taking whatever he wanted from me that there was no fighting him.

My body moistened for him against my will. My inner wolf whimpered and snarled in my mind. "I am going to take you before dinner as you make me so hungry," he whispered as he pushed his fingers in harder and faster; his mouth was now on my chest, kissing me slowly; he undid the top of my shirt, taking my breast into his mouth and sucking it hard. My hands were by my side in fists, and my body was frozen; in my mind, I was trying to imagine I was anywhere but here. Tears rolled down my cheeks, but that did not seem to faze him.

He positioned his massive prick between my thighs and rubbed the tip between my now-wet folds. "I smell your fear, little one, and as always, it just makes me want you more," he stated, as he crushed his lips on mine and thrust deep inside me. I bit my lip, stifling screams as he relentlessly pounded into me. Pain tearing at my womb. He moaned in pleasure and then quickly lifted me, exiting the door nearest the kitchen, so he could take me outside.