Caught Between Two Alphas

CHAPTER 003

HELENA'S POINT OF VIEW

I held the mattress, my nails sinking into the fabric as I battled to control my breathing. Reality's weight smothering me was like choking. This cannot be my destiny. I did not fit the devil personally.

Tears burned at the rear of my eyes. How had I earned this? Which offense had I committed that would justify this degree of brutality?

The shower's sound came to an end. In my chest, my heart was stitched. Clutching the blankets, I tried to slow down my racing pulse.

"I shall resist giving in to him. I will resist him," I said to myself, over and over, as though uttering the words enough times would make them true.

Once more , water began to flow. My head veers. What was his current activity? Was he only standing there letting the stream wash over his body? Was he not small?

There was a shudder down my back. Heat gathered in my gut; my thighs tightened. Startled at my response, I gasped.

"He is Helena, not only a man. My wolf said, "Our mate is him," her voice heavy with need.

I shook my head and closed my eyes. That wasn't the case at all. I couldn't see him that way. He was a monster. a merciless, frigid beast with a cold heart. The gossip, the things I had heard—how could I want someone who had promised to ruin me?

The shower halted once more. My breath choked. The door creaked open, and I heard footfall on the floor. Tensing my body

I ventured to search above. And he was there as well.

ALPHA RFAEL.

He had a flimsy towel around his waist, his bronzed skin still shining with water. My breath froze in my throat as my gaze followed the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his belly, and the way the light highlighted every well-defined muscle.

He was stunning. And he was dangerous.

"Get a photo. It will last longer. His voice cut me from my dream. My face burned with shame.

His eyes clouded. "Why do you still have on clothes?"

My tummy knotted up like hell. I pushed myself against the headboard as though I could vanish into it and gulped hard.

"I asked little friend a question."

I trembled. "I...I am sorry."

"I warned you you had to be nude." Though his voice was calm, it carried a sliver of sharpness. A caution. "For the last time, why are you still clothed?"

Again, I said, "I am sorry," with hands clutching the sheets.

His jaws tightened. "It appears that you still possess unbroken wings."

An icy shudder crawled up my back.

"I will show you just what it means to disobey me."

Tears scorched my eyes, but he paid no attention. He never accomplished it.

"Being sorry does not imply you will not do it once more. You ought to get in trouble."

My ears opened. My breathing became erratic. Punished: "Step down from the bed, little friend."

I hesitated just long enough to follow. His eyes skimmed over me, making my skin crawl. Still in my garment, I felt naked.

"Stuck."

My heart came to a stop. "Huh?"

"I detest having to repeat myself. That's the first thing you should know about me.

Reaching for the sleeve of my dress, my fingers shook. I gently, nervously pulled it down, hoping he would stop me. He would tell me this was some sort of terrible joke.

Not so sure.

At my waist, the cloth was gathered. Though I naturally wrapped my arms around myself, he was not content.

"Walk outside of them."

Though I watched, kicking the clothing aside, tears welled in my eyes. My arms encircled my chest to protect it from his intense stare.

Also, "the bra, too."

My fingers shaking, I unhooked it and bit my lip. It dropped from my shoulders onto the floor. I went right ahead covering myself.

"The pants ought to go off as well. I want you, tiny friend, fully naked."

A tear slid down my cheek. I followed and closed my eyes. I became vulnerable. ashamed.

"My gosh! At least you could have tried to stage a performance. Give up pretending as though you know nothing about these things.

I let him go uncorrected. I did not hesitate.

"Open your eyes, then let your hands drop to your sides."

I forced my eyes open and clenched my fists at my sides.

He sloppily examined me. "Not what I wanted, but I will manage."

Shame seared through me. I wasn't enough for him even now.

"It is now your punishment time. You won't rebel against me after this."

My heart raced. He knew what he had to do.

"Don't stress. There is not much waiting for you.

He moved in front of me. I fought the urge to retreat.

"Bend over the table and spread your legs."

My breaths stopped. I understood what that implied even in my ignorance.

"Please..."

Do I have to repeat myself?

Tears poured from my face. Defeated, my shoulders slumped as I turned and bowed over the table following him.

I sensed him trailing behind me. My muscles stiffened. Thereafter—

A stinging sharpness erupted across my rear side. I yelled.

Another kick, more forceful this time. From my mouth, a wail tore. Tears hazily blinded me.

"What was that number?"

"I... I was not counting."

"Then we will have to start all over again."

Not sure, kindly! I moaned, but his fingers dropped once more.

One...

I was short of breath and had shaky legs by the time he turned twenty.

"Twenty," I gasped.

Running his fingertips over my delicate skin, he hummed with contentment. As he abruptly shoved two fingers into me, I shivered. I gasped at the invasion.

"So tightly... so perfect."

His speed picked up, pulling out reluctant murmurs.

"Kindly..."

"What are you begging for?"

His thumb rubbed in circles and located my most delicate point. The pleasure grew too rapidly.

"You dare not climax until I say so," he said.

I tried to follow, but it became intolerable.

"Come."

Pleasure broke across me at his direction. I hardly had time to heal before his hand hit once more.

Little friend, keep your eyes open.

He turned away, straightening his jeans.

"Are you leaving?" My voice quivering, I questioned.

"You did not want a romantic wedding night, did you?"

Tears stabbed my eyes. No, I had not imagined romance. But I had not expected this either.

"Let me remind you: to me, you are nothing. To me, you will be nothing.

Then he said the words that broke through the little I still possessed.

"I'll be coming for your father later."

And he banged the door behind him.

Regarding my father, what was he supposed to do?