The Alpha, The Rogue & The Beauty

What do you want from me?

Beth POV

Awareness came back slowly, light flickering through my eyelids, people talking nearby, the sound of someone pacing. I try to stretch my muscles, but I can't move. My hands are tied together behind my back, my ankles are also bound and seem to be attached to my wrists’ bindings.

My eyes flicker open and I see the back of a man dressed in jeans and t-shirt, the material stretched taught over his broad shoulders. He has a phone held against his ear as he paces towards the wall.

I shut my eyes as he turns around and try to stay still, to pretend that I am still unconscious. I feel the mattress of the bed I am on dip beside me.

'Finally!' I heard the man say, his voice rough, 'We have her. What do you want me to do with her?'

'I don't care,' comes a screeching high-pitched woman's voice slightly distorted by the phones’ speaker.' As long as she is never found by Moonstone or Bloodmoon packs, you can do whatever you want with her. Kill her, sell her, use her, whatever!'

'Fine. Consider her lost.' He replied.

The bed creaks and I feel his warm breath across my cheek. 'I know you are awake, so you might as well open your eyes.' He tells me.

My eyes snapped open to see his face right in front of mine. His hazel eyes were staring into mine. His face is ruggedly handsome but aged, stubble covering his chin and jawline.

'What do you want from me?' I asked, my voice hoarse due to the dryness in my throat.

'Hmmmm..... that's a good question.' He said, rising to his feet and looking down at me. 'We got paid to make you disappear and now I have to decide whether to keep you or sell you.'

He rubs his jaw as he looks at me. 'You are a pretty little thing. You aren't marked, but I don't know if you have mated yet. Virgins are worth a lot, but if you are used, I might keep you for myself.' He talks while adjusting himself right in my eyeline.

My body stiffens, and I gulp at the thought. Tears well in my eyes at the thought of never seeing my mum or Connor again. 'Please, I just want to go home.'

A knock at the door draws his attention, ‘Come in.' He calls out.

The door opens, and a large man enters carrying a board in his hand. 'Hey Boss, Doc said that he would be here in fifteen minutes after he has stitched up Rory. He said to strip her bottom half and to strap this on her. I brought Silvy to help.'

He steps to the side, and I see a small woman in the doorway wringing her hands nervously.

'Get on with it, but strip her completely and tie her arms to the headboard.' The Boss told them, before walking to the only chair in the room. He sat, crossed his legs, and watched.

The large man untied my wrists, before tying them to the corner posts of the headboard. I tried to struggle but he was just too strong. I tried to bring out my wolf, but I couldn't feel her inside of me, let alone shift.

The woman, Silvy, approached warily and started undoing my school skirt and sliding it down my legs and over my feet. As she did this, she just looked at me with sad, apologetic eyes, as if she had no choice in the matter.

Once my hands were tied to the headboard, the man moved to reposition my feet and tied them to the footboard, whilst the woman moved to undo the buttons of my shirt.

'Don't bother with the buttons, just rip it open.' The man in the chair told her, ‘It’s not as if she will be wearing it again.'

Silvy mouthed the word sorry to me before ripping my shirt open, the remaining buttons flying across the room. She then ripped the sleeves and removed the shirt completely. I was left in just my bra and panties when they had finished.

'All her clothes.' The man in the chair told them as his eyes drifted up and down my body.

The large man withdrew a knife from his waistband and slit the straps and front of my bra and the sides of my panties. Silvy then removed the material and strapped me to the board. The ties on my ankles had to be loosened so that they could be attached to the contraption.

'You can both go and take the rubbish with you.' The boss ordered.

Silvy gathered up what remained of my clothing and left the room, followed closely by the large man. I was left naked and tied to the bed with my legs positioned as if I was ready for a gynaecological examination. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and terrified.

Unknown POV

Kidnapping is not something we would normally do, but the amount the Luna of Bloodmoon paid for us to kidnap this girl couldn't have been rejected. The amount she paid upfront was enough to feed my followers for a month.

But now I have this beauty in my facility and as soon as she entered it, I was drawn to her. She has been given wolfsbane, sprayed with scent neutraliser and now wears a silver bracelet, all of which suppress her wolf, but there is still something that pulls me towards her.

And now she is mine to do with as I wish. I wish her to be mine, but I know my responsibilities as the leader of this band of rogues means I have to put their welfare before my own desires. That is why I have to let her go; I have to sell her.

Her beauty would bring in enough funds to feed my followers for three months. If she is untouched, a virgin, we could double that.

I sat in the chair, watching Brutus and Silvy strip her, tie her to the bed, and strap her into the contraption Doc gave them. She struggled in the beginning, but soon gave up, knowing that she would only hurt herself if she went against Brutus’s strength.

After dismissing my people, I sit and stare at her, admiring her smooth skin and pert breasts. I want to see her whole body, but from where I am sitting, her leg blocks part of my view, so I rise from my chair and make my way to the foot of the bed.

She glares at me, hatred evident in her eyes. 'Who are you? What do you want from me?' She asks, her voice quivering slightly.

My eyes start at her face and trace their way down her body, lingering on her lips, then her bare marking spot, moving to her breasts, which I can see are just the right size to fit in my hands, her n*****s erect due to the slight chill in the room. They continue down her unblemished skin to her naval and I imagine myself sucking a grape or a cherry out of her belly button.

My eyes finally come to rest on her p***y, which I can see is glistening, showing me that she is aroused by her situation, by me. Her body betrays her. A large seductive smile spreads across my face as I raise my eyes to meet hers.

'My followers call me Boss, others call me The Rogue King.' I said, answering her first question.

'What do you parents call you?' She growls out.

'I don't have any parents.'

She narrows her eyes at me, 'What should I call you?'

'You can call me lord and master.' I told her, my voice coming out raspy.

'What do you want with me?'

'What I want is to touch you, to taste you, to feel you clench around me as I pleasure you, to make you scream in ecstasy as I plant my seed deep within your womb.'

Her eyes close and her leg muscles tense as a sigh escapes her lips. My gaze drifts to her p***y once more as my c**k twitches at the sight of her arousal.

I make my way around to the side of the bed, 'But, I can't put my wants above the needs of my people, that's not what an Alpha does. So, I will be selling you.'

Her eyes snap open and she turns to glare at me, 'I am not a possession to be traded, I am a person, a human being. I have rights.'

'That's where you are wrong. You are a werewolf, and you are mine to do with as I deem fit. So you had best accept it.'

The door opening snapped my attention away from the beauty on the bed in front of me as I watched Doc enter the room.

'Sorry I took so long Boss,' he says, ‘but Rory was being...' his voice trailed off at the sight of the naked woman on the bed.

His eyes snapped at me, disapproval evident on his face, 'I said to strip her lower half, not all of her.' He admonished me.

I smirked at him as I slowly made my way back to the chair trying to hide my hard-on, 'I wanted to view the merchandise.' I told him.

He just shakes his head at me and places his bag on the floor by the foot of the bed. Delving into his bag, he withdraws his equipment and dons a pair of latex gloves.

'You may feel some discomfort,' he tells her, picking up a speculum and inserting it into her v****a. She winces but does not make a sound.

'Her hymen is still intact and there is no scarring. She is a virgin.' He tells me.

'I need evidence for the auction.' I told him.

'I know.' He replies. I hear a clicking noise, before he removes the speculum and packs his equipment away.

'Do you have any of that memory serum?' I asked him.

'Yes, I just finished making a batch. I will need to inject it into her marking spot.' He informed me.

Rising once more, I walked to the bed and untied her left arm from the headboard. Grabbing her wrist, I forced her arm into her side, barely aware of the tingles in my fingers. I climbed onto the bed and straddled her, pinning her arm to her side with my knee.

Being in this position above her, looking down at her pert breasts, sends my blood to my groin. Leaning forwards, I placed my left hand next to her head to take my weight and grip her chin with my right hand, forcing her head to one side and laying bare her marking spot.

She tries to struggle, but I just tighten my hold of her jaw and squeeze my legs together. My semi-erect c**k presses against her stomach. Her struggles cause her body to rub against me and I have to suppress my moan.

I see Doc approach with a needle that he places against the bare unblemished skin where her neck meets her shoulder. I shiver as he pushes the needle into her and depresses the syringe, before withdrawing it. She groans as the liquid enters her and the sound makes my c**k twitch.

'Thanks Doc. How long will it take?' I asked him, my eyes never leaving her face.

'She'll lose consciousness in around fifteen minutes and be out for ten to twelve hours. When she wakes up, all her memories will be gone.' He informed me. I just nodded in response.

Moments later, I hear the door open and close and I am once again alone with this woman that I felt so attracted to.

Still holding her jaw, I turned her head to face me, a smile gracing my face as fear was displayed on hers. 'Well, since you are a virgin, I cannot fulfil all of my fantasies, but I can at least touch you and taste you.' I growled out.

My hands move to her breasts, caressing them and squeezing her n*****s. Instead of fighting me, her body reacts positively to my caresses. I can smell her arousal and a moan escapes her lips. Her reactions only encourage me to do more. I lower myself, grinding myself against her as my lips meet hers.

I am shocked when she kisses me back. I must have loosened my grip on her arm, as her hand found its way into my hair, pulling me closer.

I want more, but her restraints restrict my access to her. Breaking the kiss, I leave the bed and remove Doc's device from her. I don't want to remove her bindings just yet, as the sight of her tied up and panting after my kiss has my c**k pressing against my trousers begging to be let out.

Standing at the foot of the bed, I undo my trousers and let them drop to my ankles. My c**k springs loose and I hear her gasp. Raising my gaze from her glistening entrance, I see her face full of desire as her eyes are fixed on my member.

'Oh, how I would love to bury myself deep within you, but I can't. Instead, I am going to taste you.' I told her, lowering my mouth to her entrance and stroking my tongue through her folds. Her hips buck underneath me as she gets wetter and wetter.

I pleasure her with my lips and fingers until her eyes start to droop as the serum takes effect, bringing her to the brink numerous times but never letting her explode despite her pleas. Knowing that the serum won’t let her remain conscious for much longer, I bring her to the brink once more and allow her to finish. She screams with pleasure and her back rises from the bed, her legs quivering.

Leaving her to recover from her high, I grab a wet cloth from the adjoining bathroom and wash the sweat from her body, before cleaning the evidence of her arousal from between her legs. Her eyes start to flutter and, with a satisfied smile on her face, she falls into a memory erasing sleep.

With my heart full of sadness at the thought that only I would be able to remember what just happened, I removed all her bindings apart from the silver bracelet on her wrist and covered her with a blanket. Stroking her hair out of her face, I bent down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, before heading to the bathroom for a shower and to relieve the pressure in my groin.