Owned By The Monster Alpha

Chapter 4

Before she could adjust, he shoved deep inside her with one strong, violent stroke. She cried out in pain. It was worse than she thought it was going to be.

He drew back, then rammed into her again. She yelped, desperate to wriggle out of his violent hold, but his powerful hands kept her pinned in place.

Only her screams filled the room. Not his.

Despite having ravished her like a beast, Lilith swore he was holding back. It made her think he'd snap her in two if he didn't.

The powerful thrusts continued and suddenly he removed himself entirely from her.

Lilith had no strength left. She wept quietly into the furs. She felt used and broken

"Get out," he commanded.

She didn't move. She couldn't.

"Your clothes are on the floor. Get dressed. Then get out."

She stared at his back. He hadn't even looked at her.

"You heard me." His voice was as flat as a board. "You've served your purpose for tonight. Go to your room. Or the dungeon. I don't care where. Just get out of my sight."

Lilith forced herself onto unsteady feet. She searched for her shift by the door, pulling it over her head. Her hands trembled so badly she could barely hold the fabric. She waited for him to turn around. To look at her.

He didn't.

"And Lilith?"

She stopped, her hand on the door handle.

"Don't try to run. There's nowhere in this pack I won't find you." He turned his head just enough for her to see his profile. "And if you do... I will make tonight feel like kindness."

Lilith fled.

She ran down the dark corridor, her bare feet slapping against the cold stone. She didn't know where she was going. She didn't know who she was anymore.

She is now Alpha King Ryder's slave. And her nightmare was only just beginning.

At dawn, the cell door is softly pushed open, waking the room.

Lilith had not slept a wink. She kept herself curled in the corner, knees pressed to her chest, staring into nothingness. Her body was still sore from the night before and whenever she closed her eyes, she saw his face.

The head maid came in, a chubby woman, in possession of hard eyes. She was bringing a bucket of water and a cloth to wash whatever it was you didn't want to think about.

“So you are still alive, I see.” The maid replied while putting the bucket down and then looking towards Lilith. "The Alpha hasn't even begun with you yet."

Lilith remained silent.

"You must know something about him, my princess." The maid leaned down close, her voice a whisper. "Your father did not merely chain him for five years. He did worse. Roasted him. Cut pieces of him. Burnt his c**k off with a hot iron to make him scream." She tilted her head, watching. "And he came back from all that, still going strong, missing a few pieces, perhaps, but he walks and breathes and still commands. Tell me, what hope do you have?"

"God, the idea of that makes my stomach cramp," she thought. She refused to listen, unable to imagine it.

"Accept your fate," the maid said, standing. "Survive. That's all you can do now."

Two guards then pulled Lilith out of the cell and ushered her through a corridor to the slave quarters where the other slaves could see her. This consisted of a series of small rooms, with just a straw mat and a window each.

"Is that her?" someone whispered.

"The Princess."

"Look at her. All that silk and gold and now she sleeps in the dirt like us."

"Her old man is probably laying in his grave."

Lilith stared ahead, holding back the tears. She wouldn't make them happy.

......... ......

Ryder

Meanwhile, the head maid returned to the Alpha's study, where he was sharpening a knife.

"She cried all night, my lord. She woke with a fever. The servants say she refuses food."

He still didn't look up. "I didn't ask for details."

The maid was quiet, and let Ryder alone.

Memory flowed into him before he could repel it. The way Lilith's hair spread across his pillow, her wide eyes looking up at him, the way she shakes when he touches her, but not once looking away. The swell of her hips. The softness of her skin. How she'd screamed like a wild cat when he'd touched her.

He had never seen anything like her. In five years of hell, in a lifetime of war, he had never seen beauty that made his chest ache.

He'd held back last night. He hadn't wanted to, his primal instincts told him to take, to rupture, make her suffer for what her father had done to him. But for some reason he didn't. He didn't know why. And it infuriated him.

Next time, he wouldn't hold back because her father didn't. Luther murdered his parents right in front of his eyes. He drained his siblings as dry as livestock for profit. Only him lived.

He would so penalize Luther's daughter for every drop.

"That's all," he said. "Send me Bella."

The maid bowed and left.

Ryder looked at himself below. He hadn't c*m with Lilith, and it wasn't because he hadn't tried. Only Bella could make him do that.

Luther didn't just drain Ryder's blood, he made sure he could never sire an heir, that he could never pass on his bloodline. One night, Luther's physicians held Ryder down and burned him from the inside out. Most of the nerves were destroyed. What was left barely worked.

It took him years to feel anything again. Even now, satisfaction doesn't come easily, it has to be fought for, earned through effort and patience most women don't have.

Only Bella could be with him when he was in this state.

Bella had suffered with him. She was a slave too. She and nearly all the women of his pack. She knew him better than anyone ever could. His relationship with her started in hell.

Bella returned a few minutes later. She was in a gorgeous dress and an alluring smile lit up her face.

Ryder had heard the rumors from the pack members that Bella was a real character, even taking the role of Luna out on the town, acting like she owned him. But the rumors were all lies. She never behaved out of character with him. He didn't buy the stories.

To him, she was that kind of werewolf who is loyal and dependable. She is the woman who was beside him when he was falling apart. Whatever she was to everyone else, to him she was the woman who had walked through the fires of hell with him and never once let go of his hand.

That's what he believed.

"Not the bed," Ryder ordered as she headed for it.

Turning her eyes on the frowning gigantic man with a scrawny mean looking scar she said in a mocking tone, "Yes, alpha." Then she moved to the table and leaned on it staring at him.

He got to his feet and made his way toward her without a word. Bella smirked when she saw that he was ready. She'd heard about the new slave. The slave that was once Princess Lilith. Even the new slave wasn't enough for Ryder. Bella knew she was safe. She held Alpha Ryder's heart. It was a heady feeling to own a man so powerful.

He lifted her gown to her waist, exposing her readiness to him.

He penetrated her from behind in one quick thrust, letting a small moan of pleasure. Then when his body was thrust against her Bella too let a soft moan. It was really sudden and rough when he pushed into her fast, making the table shake, and even though it stung, it still felt good.

His hand lashed out grasping her breast, pinching her n*****s viciously. Every move matched the force of his thrusts. She moaned loud and clear as he smacked the fleshy curve of her breast loudly.

And they kept going until he eventually c*m. Bella as well.

A few moments later, Ryder pulled on his boxers and entered the bathroom.

"Ryder..." Bella called after him.

He didn't turn around. "What?"

She always knew the best way to play her cards in those kinds of moments, when he was vulnerable. He knew the game. He'd let her win it a hundred times.

"Get out," he said curtly.

He didn't want her to see him like this. Not the scars. Not the trembling in his hands when the memories came rushing in. Not the man Luther had left behind.

Bella grinned as she brushed her hair away from her face. She patted down her already wrinkled dress and practiced her words in her head.

"You can choose any card you like," Ryder offered before she could even get words out. "Take what you want."

"Not that."

He paused. Slightly turned his head so he could face her. "Then what?"

"The new slave..."

His eyes darkened. "What about her?"

Bella stepped closer to the bathroom door, her silk dress rustling against the stone floor.

"She's a princess, Ryder," Bella said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "She's soft. She's never known a day of hardship. If you want to break her, you have to cut deeper than just taking her body. You have to break her spirit."

Ryder stared at her through the mirror. His voice was cold enough to freeze the room. "That's none of your concern."

"It is when I'm the one warming your bed," Bella replied, stepping into the room. "You’re frustrated. I can feel it. She didn't satisfy you, did she? Let me help you. I know how to handle slaves. Give me one session with her. Just one. I can make her so terrified of us that she’ll be the most obedient pet you’ve ever had."

Ryder turned from the mirror. His eyes flashed a dangerous light. For a moment, Bella thought he was going to strike her.

But then, his expression shifted. The cold, calculating Alpha took over.

"One session," Ryder said, his voice flat. "You may teach her what happens to slaves who disobey. But listen to me carefully, Bella. You will not mark her face. You will not break her bones. And if you leave a scar on her skin that I don't approve of, I will peel yours off."

Bella’s heart stuttered, but she forced a sweet smile. "Of course, Alpha. Just a lesson in obedience."

"You can leave now" he commanded.

Bella bowed her head and left the room. As soon as the heavy oak door clicked shut behind her, her sweet smile turned into a venomous sneer.

"No marks. No broken bones." Bella thought as she walked down the dark corridor. She finally let out a devilish grin, "There are a thousand ways to break a girl without leaving a scratch."