The Billionaire Alpha and his Aquatic Mate

Caught

“I said don’t touch me.” Rake all but growled at her, chest heaving from ragged breaths. He wasn’t sure who he was angrier at, Coraline, Brice of himself. An equally shaken looking Coraline brushed stray hairs from her face, eyes glinting blue steel at him. 

“You touched me as much as I touched you, Rake.” She paused at saying his name, seeming to mull it over. “What a dumb name.” 

Did, did she not know who she was talking to? He was the Alpha, and had never been shown such disrespect before. His fists clenched at his sides, this time not because he wanted her, but because he wanted to shake respect into her. He had to remind himself she didn’t know how packs work; she was a silly ungifted girl.  

“Get one of the girls to take her to her room Brice, I do not want to see or hear from her until dinner. I will find her a permanent companion who can explain how things work.” He turned away from her, ready to walk out, but she grabbed hold of his shirt. Luckily, she wasn’t touching his skin but all the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, she was still too close for comfort.  

“Is this my reward for saving you? Being kept a prisoner?” she still had the voice of a whisper but he could hear the contempt.  

He didn’t turn, or respond but kept walking, pausing only in the doorway, a safe distance away. “You’re not a prisoner, you’re my guest, as long as you obey me that is.” 

Rake didn’t give her a chance to react, he left her in Brice’s care, though it bothered him to leave her alone with any male, including himself.  

“Sir, a moment please?” A grayed man with a limp came towards him, carrying a huge dusty book in his gnarled hands. The book of prophecies. Rake rolled his eyes.  

“Not now Harold, I really am not in the mood.”  he sighed, standing outside his door. He did not quite go in; he knew the old man would have more to say. 

Harold wanted to argue but was wise enough to know it would only land him in trouble. He had other ways of getting the attention he needed from the young Alpha. 

“Perhaps later? If you’re too busy Rake I could take it to your elder brother for discussion?” The old man's eyes gleamed secretly under bushy brows, He was canny and knew just how to push the right buttons.  

“Why would you discuss anything with Andrew? He has no power here, if it is important, I will give you an audience later this week once things have settled down with the ungifted girl, as I am sure she is the subject you’re keen to discuss?” It was a rhetorical question one he did not want nor expect an answer too. He went inside his room and shut the door on Harold and everyone else. Finally, he was in his space where he could find solitude. He flopped down onto the comfort of his bed, staring up at his ceiling, waiting for peace to find him, but with the usual worries of his pack, and the new strain of Coraline, it did not come. Instead his mind raced, and he resented the responsibility. Sure, he enjoyed the perks of being the Alpha, but sometimes it weighed him down and threatened to push him into dark depression.  

Was it too much to ask to be able to just cruise the world on his boat, live lavishly and take as many women to bed as he wanted to? He was too young to worry about everything. For front of his mind were the old ones who were losing their battle with their Wolf. Several of them getting stuck in their form, and turning feral. Maureen, his old nanny, killed an ungifted woman earlier in the week. The pack was pressuring him to cast them out, assuring their certain death by the ungifted who hunter his kind. Maureen who had kissed his skinned knees, and hid him in her skirts while his father raged in an alcoholic stupor. How was he supposed to assign her such a cruel fate? 

Then there was Star and her twin pups, still to young use their human forms. Bridget wanted a claim to them, as her mate Andre was the sire, and he too wanted them. Star really had no say in this situation, by law Andre had sole custody of them, but Rake was having a difficult time taking two pups from a loving and good mother and hanging them over to the selfish Bridget and Andre.  

Rake had problems on top of problems and he couldn’t afford one with odd green hair and alluring blue eyes. He long to bury himself in her, if only to rid himself of the need but it was extremely frowned upon for them to intermingle with ungifted, and almost forbidden for an Alpha to do so. He risked losing his position, as his fool brother Andrew had. If he hadn’t had went and married that simple, and in his opinion homely woman, Rake would have never had to take the roll as Alpha and for that he would never forgive his brother. Plus, his severe and unexplainable attraction to her unnerved him.  

He should do as she asked and let her go home, get rid of the headache entirely, but something inside of him wouldn’t let him. Just yet anyway. While no answers came to him, sleep finally did. 

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Coraline seethed as he walked away from her, Brice stepping in her way when she would have followed. He simply shrugged his shoulder and grinned at her apologetically. How she wanted to wipe the stupid smile off his face. If she showed him her true teeth, she was sure he would no longer be so jolly but then she feared she wouldn’t be alive very long afterwards. Coraline knew she could easily take one of these brutish beasts but not more than one at once. Absently she wondered what this Brice tasted like. 

“Stormy should be here soon, I called for her. You’ll like your new room much better; Rake’s has been having it fixed up since we brought you here.” His voice was so cheerful it grated on her nerves, she was frustrated from being held captive and from unfulfilled desires. Although she wasn’t exactly sure how coupling worked on land, with human legs and without water. He said he had called some Stormy girl but she never heard him call out to anyone. Furrowing her brow, she searched her mind for the answer. With some shock she found it; telepathy. These creatures used it as well?  

Coraline wanted to test it out, see if she could communicate in her usual way with these creatures, but then she would give herself away. She would have to befriend one first. 

“What's up?” The red-head from earlier showed up, having changed her clothing from the scrubs to a black bralette and tight leggings, at least this one wasn’t ashamed of her body, Coraline mused. Had Brice called Cloud as well?  

“Hey, it’s Cloud, right? I wanted to thank you from removing that tube from my throat, it was so uncomfortable!” Coraline did her best to sound friendly, she liked the look of this girl, and her voice wasn’t as hoarse as It was a little earlier when Rake had been there. Good, she was healing normally.   

“No, it’s Stormy. Cloud is just Rake’s cute nickname for me.” Stormy smiled sweetly at her, but her smile again didn’t meet the girl's eyes.  

Brice rolled his eyes at Stormy’s declaration but neither girl noticed.  

“Rake wants you to show Coral to her room and explain the basic rules of living with us.” As if his word was law, Brice strolled away, a whistled tune on his lips. 

“Are you Rakes girlfri” Stormy interrupted Coraline before she could finish her question. All pretense of niceness gone. 

“Listen up, you don’t ask me s**t, ok? You’re hardly more evolved than a chimpanzee, so be a good little monkey and shut up and listen. I will show you to your room, that you don’t deserve, and explain this basic ass stuff too you but you...you stay quiet? Got it?”  

Chimpanzee? Monkey? Coraline had never been so disrespected in her life. If this dog only knew she was royalty and she could have her killed for such insolence she would be singing a whole different tune. Coraline gritted her teeth instead of shouting at the stupid insolent girl, right now wasn’t the time, but she would get her revenge. Her song worked on females too, as did her claws. 

When Coraline didn’t answer her but just stared, Stormy clicked her tongue and stalked off with a tart “Follow me, idiot.” 

“If it’s not too much for your brain to handle I'm going to walk and talk, I'd rather not get cozy in your room, I've got s**t to do. There are really only three rules you need to know. One: Rakes the Alpha, Brice is his second. No talking back. They say it, you do it. Two: I am third in the command; you listen to me. Also, side note, yeah like you suspected, Rake is mine, so don’t get any ideas. Wolves don’t lower themselves to play with monkeys. Third: Don’t be late for meal times, you miss it you don’t eat. Go inside this door, it’s your room. Stay there until someone gets you for dinner. You eat what's made, this isn't a restaurant.” With that the girl stomped off, stamping her heals loudly on the stone floor. 

If Coraline thought she was mad before it was triple now, she was surprised she could control herself from ripping Stormys throat out. Her ire was surprisingly short lived, walking into her room she became delighted. The walls were painted a pale peach, how had he known it was her favorite color and fruit. The floor was a soft cream that was so soft and plush between her toes. The furniture was the same color as the flooring all but her bed, which was huge and canopied in a thin transparent peach fabric. Crossing to the window Coraline pushed back the curtains to see a view that took her breath away. As far as she could see there were mountains and forest, it was beautiful. Longing to taste the air here she tried to open the window, only to find she could not. On further inspection she noted that they were sealed shut, to keep her in she supposed. Curious she walked to her bedroom door and tried to open it; it was locked. Ha, guest her left fin! It was then she noticed two more doors, perhaps they were other doors out? Opening one she found it full of clothing, she pulled some out and noted that they seemed as if they would fit her. Good, she wouldn’t be forced to wear these rags anymore. 

Temporary disappointment was what lay behind the other door, Just A bathroom. Excitement soon took over disappointment when she noticed the huge tub. It would be big enough to submerge her whole body and allow her to let her fins free. She had, had legs for a month and they itched terribly. She could bet her scales were dry beyond belief.  

Coraline didn’t know when dinner was, nor did she care. What she wanted, and what she was going to have, was a soak in the water. Water she sadly knew wouldn’t have the salt in it her body longed for. She rifled under the sink, looking at bath bombs and body bath until, to her delight, she found Epsom salt. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted but it would do.  

Quickly she undressed as the water filled, she enjoyed the freedom of being without clothing. The air felt wonderful on her flesh and laughed joyfully as her n*****s puckered. She sank into the cold depths of the tub and let the fake flesh melt from her legs and turn to sand, letting her fins unfold. It was a painful process, but one that brought her great pleasure. As she suspected her scales were in bad shape, and some even fell off.  

“Heya! I am Angelica!!!” a girl burst into her room, and Coral cursed herself for not shutting the bathroom door. The tiny blonde turned her head to her, and her mouth fell opened and her eyes became big brown saucers. “OHMYGOSH!!” 

FUCK.