Mated To The Wrong Alpha

The Red Ring Between Us

Chapter 5

Kilton's POV

I watched Leah get humiliated, and that dark sense of pleasure hit me again, but I wasn't satisfied. I watched Sumalar break her in ways I couldn't say, her whimpers filling the air.

The way she writhed in pain did nothing to satisfy me. I was supposed to be fulfilled, but I wasn't. I was far from satisfied.

“Enough,” I commanded, my voice slicing through the atmosphere. Sumalar looked at me. “Take her out,” I mumbled, walking out of the room.

Despite how I tried to maintain a calm demeanor, a thought unsettled me: How was she able to calm my wolf? No one could. It was impossible to calm the beast I had, but she pulled it off without even trying hard. All it took to calm my Lycan was her scent. The moment her scent got into my nostrils, my senses dulled.

I decided to hit the shower just so that I could calm my nerves. The cold water cascaded down my spine, but unlike what I'd expected, it wasn't as helpful as I'd thought. The voices in my head grew louder the moment I stepped out. It felt like the cold water indirectly amplified my thoughts.

I decided to pick up my laptop and fill the open tabs in my brain with videos just so that I'd get a rest, but it didn't work. I was still restless.

I was still looking through the tabs when my ears perked up, my gaze averting to the door. I sniffed the air, and all I could smell was her.

I whirled around just in time, my gaze landing on her body. She was dressed like a maid, ready to serve her purpose.

Her maid dress was plain and shapeless, made from stiff off-white linen. The sleeves were long and loose, brushing her wrists as she moved. A simple apron was tied around her waist, already stained from hours of scrubbing. The skirt reached her knees, giving just enough room to kneel or bend without tearing the fabric. Nothing about the outfit was meant to be flattering. It was created to erase beauty, not show it.

But something about her outfit made my wolf stir restlessly. He wanted to bask in her scent all day, and that made me furious.

Her knees hit the floor, and she began cleaning under my watch, my gaze trailing down her swollen lips to her collarbone. I felt a rush of excitement mingled with adrenaline coursing down my veins.

There was no way I was attracted to her. Even while dressed like a dumpster, she still made me excited.

“Stay put,” I mumbled, commanding my Lycan, but my words fell on deaf ears.

That left me no choice. The only way I could gain absolute control over my inner wolf was by breaking her. Maybe the more I broke her, the more my wolf would get detached from her.

I stood on my feet, dragging my feet over to her.

“Leah, look at me,” I mumbled, my voice husky. She paused the scrubbing, her lips quivering as she raised her head.

I maintained a stoic expression.

“Your clothes are dirty. I don't like dirt,” I paused, letting the words sink in. “Take them off. Starting with your underwear.”

She hesitated, a flicker of shock crossing her face. Maybe, just maybe, the more I humiliated her, the more she would hate me, then I'd be left with no option but to reciprocate the energy. Plus, what better way was I to show my Lycan that she was worthless than showing it?

But instead of obeying, she raised her head and fixed her gaze on me.

“I don't think I should do that,” she muttered, her voice crackling.

“Clothes off,” I replied, furious. Nobody dared to disobey me.

She hesitated as her hands reached for the hem of the short gown as if fearfully weighing her options. “I will do anything else but not remove my clothes. I may be a wolfless omega, but it doesn't make me less of a human. Does it?”

Why is she resisting? Why is she trying to make it difficult for me?

The defiance was small but loud enough to make me know she hadn't changed, not one bit. Even in maid's clothing and rags, she still lifted her chin high.

My ears tingled, and I fought to stop myself from forcing her out of her clothes. I clenched my jaw so hard and pointed to the door.

“Get the f**k out of my presence!” I barked, getting a grip on my emotions. I couldn't do anything that would question my authority, not after I've come this far.

She stood up to leave almost immediately, reaching for her cleaning tools, but I stopped her.

“Just get out!" I said, my voice smooth.

She stared hard at me before walking out, the door closing gently behind her. I let out a soft exhale, already turned on. I wouldn't dare lie down without releasing the tension seated deep in my stomach.

I reached for my phone, dialing Sumaral’s contact.

“Meet me in my room. "No panties," I muttered, hanging up.

A few minutes later, she showed up. Dressed in lingerie, a seductive smile crawled across her lips. I walked over to her, grabbing her and slamming her hard against the wall.

I needed to release the frustration in me.

“Strip,” I barked.

She did exactly as instructed.

My d**k hovered at her entrance for one tense second before I slammed into her.

Fire poured into her veins, setting me alight with pain and pleasure. She arched her back, her muscles contracting and relaxing at the same time.

“Yes, oh yes.”

My movements were frantic and violent, bruising her hips and thighs with every thrust and every hit that resounded in the silence of the room.

After I was done, I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out of my room. She left right after that, as she always did. I didn't know why she preferred this type of s*x, but I didn't mind, and it suited me just fine.

Relieved, I washed myself before dressing up in a sweatpant and a tank top.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur, and soon it was dark. I was supposed to be asleep, but I found myself walking down to her quarters.

I was at her door before I knew it, the shadows of the hall stretching long and thin. My hand didn’t hesitate. I pushed the door open, and before she could even sit up, I had her pinned to the bed. Her eyes went wide, and I could almost hear the quickening of her heartbeat.

“What are you?” I demanded, my voice low, rough, a growl threatening beneath the words.

She stuttered. “I–I don’t know what you mean,” she whispered, but I could see the tremor in her hands, the way her body tensed.

I leaned closer. My fingers wrapped around her wrist, tilting her chin up. My Lycan stirred, restless and loud, but then she exhaled. Just like that, as if she had pressed some silent button inside me. My wolf stilled. Completely.

“Do not lie to me,” I said, my voice almost a snarl. “No one calms him. No one calms me.”

Her breath hitched. “I didn’t…”

A sudden desire to break her filled me, and without thinking, I pulled her away from the bed. Her legs wobbled as she glared at me.

“You are mine! You will obey every single instruction!”

“I will obey you. I never argued that. What will never happen is you making me less of a human."

“What human is a wolfless omega? Don't you think you give yourself more credit than necessary?”

Something flashed in her eyes, hot and red, and then suddenly her palm connected with my cheek.

The slap echoed in the room, sharp and alive.

I froze. Then I laughed. Truly laughed, a deep, dark sound that vibrated through my chest. Finally, my plan worked.

“Good,” I breathed, dragging her out of the room by the wrist. “If I kill you now, at least I won’t feel guilty.”

“Killing me will be ten times better than asking me to strip,” she snapped, her voice carrying enough pain to make me slow down.

I looked down at her face, a retort hanging on my tongue when she winced. Simultaneously, I felt a sharp pain in my wrist.

I hissed and rubbed at it as it glowed—a bright red ring.

And her wrist… the same.