Owned By The Monster Alpha

Chapter 2

They looked at each other. The hatred in his eyes was unmistakable, but it wasn't just hate. It was loathing.

He circled her slowly. She lifted her chin and refused to follow him with her eyes, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted.

"The guards were wondering what to do with you," Ryder said, his voice echoing in the small space. "They wanted to throw you at the dogs. But I decided you deserved a proper change of clothes first."

He tossed a bundle of fabric at her feet. It was a thin, fragile shift.

"Put it on," he commanded, turning his back to her.

Lilith scrambled to her feet, her fingers shaking as she pulled off her ruined silk robe and slipped the thin shift over her head. It barely covered her. It left nothing to the imagination.

"I'm... I'm done," she whispered.

Ryder turned around. He looked at her, and the hatred in his eyes was unmistakable. But it wasn't just hate. It was loathing. He looked better now, stronger than she had ever seen him.

He circled her slowly. She lifted her chin and refused to follow him with her eyes, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted.

He stopped directly behind her. She could feel the heat of his body, his breath soft against her ear.

He let one finger slide down the side of her face slowly, almost gently. But she would not be fooled. She had seen the hatred in his eyes, and she would not allow herself to forget it. His lips curled into a cruel smile as he lifted a lock of her hair and wrapped it around his finger.

"So foolish. You, of all people, should know how to address an Alpha King," he sneered, then yanked the hair wrapped around his finger.

Lilith jerked forward with a gasp as pain lanced through her scalp.

"When I enter a room, you will acknowledge me. You do not stand there like a coward, staring at me, or I will punish you for it." His eyes flashed red. "And I would enjoy nothing more than to punish you."

Lilith nodded. She hated this man. He was just like her father. But she hated pain more, and she would avoid it if she could.

"Yes, Alpha," she whispered, hating how weak her own voice sounded. Her father would have had her whipped if she had behaved like this in front of him.

Disgust flashed in his eyes. His hand lowered and rested on her barely covered breast. He cycled her n****e through her clothing, and then pinched her so hard, she cried out as a thick wave of pain reverberated through her.

Still squeezing the nub in his grasp he locked gazes with her "I am not your alpha and never will I be your alpha. I am an alpha to my pack, and you are not a part of my pack. You are my slave, and you shall never be more to me."

Lilith quickly bobbed her head hoping he would let go of her aching n****e yet he pinched it even firmer to the point that teary drops filled her eyes.

"Here you have no title but the one I bestow on you. No followers. No one to protect you. No daddy to hide behind. You are no one. Your identity is no longer your own. I decide who you are now."

Tears brimmed in her eyes as he crushed her until she bled.

"Please..." she stammered, her fingers twitching with the urge to claw at his wrist and tear it away.

"Who are you?" Ryder mocked, savoring her pain.

"I am nobody. I am your slave..." She gasped out in a broken yell.

Ryder grinned devilishly, tilting his head with far too much pleasure at her suffering.

"You’ll call me your master and follow me like a servant." He sneered with a hateful grin. "But you do know what a maidservant does for her master, don’t you? No doubt your father brought you up to be well-spoken."

"Yes... yes," she cried.

Please, just let go.

He pinched her hard. "Yes... what?"

"Yes, M-master." Angry tears blurred her vision. Lilith hated that word more than anything because she understood exactly what it meant.

He released her almost as quickly as he had grabbed her and stepped back. The look on his face was cold and emotionless.

Then he ripped the frail shirt she wore into ribbons, baring her chest to his uncaring eyes. She didn't dare look down. She knew she would see marks, proof that she belonged to a monster now.

Her skin still burned where his fingers had been.

Lilith's throat tightened with tears of mortification. She clenched her pathetic skirt in her fists, fighting the urge to cover herself. He watched her, unchanged. No flash of lust. No warmth.

Instead, he grabbed her breast in a rough, careless manner, and she bit back a cry.

"Stand," he commanded.

She managed to stand, legs trembling, staring blankly at the ground.

"Perhaps I should turn you over to the guards instead," he smirked.

She froze. She tried to pull away, to find somewhere to hide, but his grip tightened and she stopped—because stopping was better than more pain.

"Peter!" Ryder called.

"Yes, Alpha." A tall, lanky man stepped forward from the dark hallway and bowed.

"Look at this slave. Do you like the way she looks?" Ryder asked, but his eyes never left her.

A cruel smile hovered at his lips as he watched Lilith's reaction.

Her father had done worse. But somehow, this felt different. Her father had hurt her body. Ryder was reaching for something deeper, her pride, her dignity, the last shreds of the girl she used to be.

And he was winning.

Peter’s eyes crawled over her bare skin, slow and deliberate. She wanted to disappear. She wanted to die.

"She's pretty," Peter said. "For a slave."

"Pretty enough," Ryder agreed. "But prettiness fades. Obedience lasts."

He finally released her and stepped back.

"Take her to my chambers. Have her cleaned and dressed. I'll deal with her tonight."

Peter grinned. "Yes, Alpha."

Lilith's blood turned to ice.

Tonight.