The untamed Alpha and his human mate

Chapter 7: Escape

Amaya

I grew nervous when I heard Clayton return with someone, a woman by the sounds of her laughter that floated up the stairs.

I always got anxious with new people around, who was she? How long would she stay for? Would she hurt me?

Then my thoughts changed to whether she was his girlfriend because I heard his bedroom door close, heard her laughing in there, then her laughs turned to something softer, into something lower.

Laughter turned into moans, loud, unashamed, moans that even with a pillow covering my ears I could still hear. They were having s**x. Great. They had s**x all night and it sounded scary, the sounds of skin hitting skin, her voice rising, breaking, pleading.

The bed would hit against the wall and I wondered how they could be so rough, how could a woman enjoy s**x. I couldn’t imagine it feeling good, I tried to use my finger on myself once, just one and even that hurt me so I didn’t try again.

I barely got any sleep and wondered if I could ask him for a room ideally not right next door to his, he said he wouldn’t hurt me unless I hurt him, but how much of his words were true? I didn’t much feel like getting yelled at either, so, did I ask or did I just put up and shut up?

I woke up at seven am like he wanted and headed downstairs to make breakfast. The kitchen was cold when I first entered, the marble counters cool beneath my fingers as I began preparing breakfast.

The smell of food filled the air, eggs, bacon, the heat of the stove warmed the kitchen. Did I make breakfast for his girlfriend too? I made a third plate up just in case and good job because she walked into the kitchen wearing a short tight black dress that clung to her body, she had long legs and wore high heels.

Maybe not a girlfriend and a one-night-stand instead? She faintly smelt of sweat, s**x, Clayton. Her makeup was smudged and her blonde hair was looking wild and untamed but that didn’t stop her from looking beautiful.

She had dark blue eyes, full Cupid bow lips and a slender body with a tiny waist.

She sat down at the table and asked, “the human pet?”

I nodded meekly and went back to cooking the breakfast.

“Whats your name?”

I had only just gotten a little bit used to using my voice around Clayton, I wasn’t ready to talk to anyone else yet, but I didn’t want to appear rude, what did I do?

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Clayton sauntered into the room and answered for me. “Her names Amaya and she’s mute, you won’t get much out of her, so quit questioning her.”

He always spoke in such a cold tone that it was hard to know whether he was simply answering or if there was a slight threat in there somewhere.

“Amaya’s a pretty name, I’m Bliss not that Clayton bothered to ask me.”

I smiled shyly at her and Clayton replied, “well now I know. Bliss.” Damn the man was cold.

I think I liked Bliss, she was talking to me like I was a real person and I noticed she didn’t flinch when looking at my face.

I put a plate down in front of her and she thanked me, I put Clayton’s plate down in front of him and wasn’t surprised when he didn’t thank me. When I got another he stood up and plucked it from my fingers, his own warm as they brushed against mine. “Make something else for yourself.”

I frowned confused and he said, “you want to lose weight, make some scrambled eggs, and grab some fruit or something rather than eating greasy fried food.”

My whole face burned with shame, why humiliate me in front of Bliss? Was he even aware how embarrassing it was to say such a thing in front of someone else? Was I being over sensitive? I tried not to cry but tears fell down my cheeks anyway and I kept my eyes firmly on the floor.

“Why are you crying? I thought that’s what you wanted? If you want to stay fat then do, I told you I don’t care either way.”

His words really hurt but the way he said them wasn’t cruel or mean and I realised he genuinely didn’t understand how insensitive he was coming across or why I was upset.

Bliss stood up, her tone was soft, warm.“why don’t you eat and I’ll help Amaya?”

“No, she’s the housemaid she can help herself.”

“Clayton, can I call you by your first name?” When he didn’t answer she carried on, “us girls get very sensitive about our bodies and—”

“You? You have a great body,” he interrupted.

“Thankyou,” she smiled politely but explained, “I can get insecure sometimes yes, but I’m talking about Amaya, she’s probably very insecure about her weight and you’ve just embarrassed her by bringing it up in front of a stranger, it’s best to talk about those things in private and maybe not so harshly.”

He frowned looking completely baffled and snorted, “it’s a stupid thing to be embarrassed about, but whatever, you help her then if you want.”

Looking down at me he said, “in future I’ll talk to you in private about it so you can stop crying now.”

Bliss shook her head at his cold bluntness and came over to me. “Believe it or not but when I was human I used to be a bigger girl too,” she smiled.

I looked up at her wide eyed and she said, “honest, being a werewolf has its perks, fast metabolism and all that,” she grinned.

“Can I be a werewolf?” I whispered, feeling comfortable enough with her to talk.

Clayton with his wolf hearing heard from the table and called out, “no, I paid good money for you, turning into a werewolf would make that void and you probably wouldn’t even survive the change, it’s extremely rare anyone does.”

“Not bitten?” I managed to get out.

“Very rare they are, Bliss here is the exception, werewolves are almost always born not bitten.”

Bliss nodded and said, “he’s right, you need to be born in a family who carry the werewolf gene, even ones who manage to survive the bite only do so because somewhere in our bloodline a family member was a werewolf meaning we have very faint werewolf blood.”

I nodded feeling disappointed, especially after hearing it could have made me free from being a slave.

Bliss helped me make some food and when Clayton left the table to go do something she whispered, “try to keep him happy today, he knows you were in his room.”

My heart started racing hearing that and I whispered, “how?”

She gave a small laugh and said, “we’re werewolves remember? Your scent was all over the place.”

Crap! What an i.diot I was!

“Was he angry?” I asked.

“Yes, he was going to go find you but I managed to distract him with s**x, hopefully he’s over it now his needs are sated.”

When Clayton returned she used the bathroom to tidy herself up a bit and then he left with her to take her home. I heard him lock the door behind him and now I was alone panic really set in. What if he was just waiting for her to be out of the way before punishing me? I didn’t know whether he would yell in my face, beat me or worse, I couldn’t risk it, images of what Jackie had done to my face haunted me and I let fear take control.

I ran around trying to open windows then realised it was a waste of time, I wouldn’t fit anyway, pfft. I tried the back door that led into a big garden, so big it was basically a field. It was locked.

I rushed up the stairs and tried the windows there because they were massive compared to the tiny ones downstairs. All locked, except the window in my bedroom was a little rickety, with a good shove I was pretty sure I could force it open.

I pushed against it hard, nothing at first, another three tries it flung open wide. The cold air hit me, biting against my skin as I crawled out carefully. The stone beneath my hands was rough, damp from last nights rain, slippery. There was a smaller roof underneath me, far enough it might twist my ankles if I jumped, but not so far it would cause any serious damage. I jumped.

I landed on my side and white hot pain shot up my arm, I lay there stunned for a moment and then I slowly moved my arm, not broken, good. I got up and looked down at the bushes below, too high for me to jump but there were vines running along the building, thick looking and I was able to climb down them, careful with my footing as I went.

The vines were rough beneath my hands, damp and slick, the smell of wet leaves filled my nose as I went down. I was close to being able to jump when the vine I was holding onto suddenly snapped and I fell.

Luck was with me, branches scraped against my skin but I landed on top of the bushes cushioning my fall. I rolled off and fell to my hands and knees scraping them.

“Going somewhere are we?”

Dread filled my whole entire being and I slowly looked up to see Clayton standing there, watching me, arms folded, big strong muscular arms that could probably crush me like I was nothing. I was so dead.