The Alpha in Heat

Chapter Eight

My heart thumped loudly against my chest. Alexander stuck out his tongue, begging my lips for entrance. So I opened my mouth wider to let him in. I mindlessly moaned into the kiss and arched my back.

His hands roamed my body. He squeezed and rubbed the skin under my shirt, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. Not long after, I found myself lying down on the sofa with Alexander on top of me, grinding his hard arousal against my thigh.

“Alexander, are you in heat again?” I asked in between breaths once he pulled away from the kiss to seductively nibble on my ear. It surprised me how his name stumbled out of my lips so effortlessly.

“No,” he whispered in reply, his warm breath tickling my skin. “Do you want me to stop?”

Of course, I didn’t. Though embarrassed, I opened my mouth to reply, but my stomach beat me to it. The grumbling sound was so loud that I swear I heard it echo a little. We both froze as my cheeks get redder.

He seemed amused, his golden eyes dancing with humor, but his mouth kept the same emotionless frown. “Let’s get you something to eat.”

Alexander had offered me the first hearty meal that I’ve ever had. It felt uncomfortable to delight myself with some dishes that he usually eats himself, so I have opted for a simple porridge instead. Well, he called it ‘simple’, but for my deprived stomach, it was way more than enough.

The fact that a fellow human was forced to wake up at 4 am to cook for me was a situation that I couldn’t imagine walking away from guilt-free. I even ate in her presence. Even though I have been officially stripped off of my slave title, I know that I shouldn’t be taking advantage of being at Alexander’s mercy by sharing the meal that I was given with the other slaves despite wanting to.

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed yet again.

“Good morning, Miss,” a slave greeted me once I stepped out of the bedroom. She looked like she had been standing guard for a few hours now, waiting for me as she was subtly hopping off from one foot to another out of discomfort. My heart throbbed at the sight. “There’s breakfast at the dining hall.”

That would mean that I would have to eat while the slaves watch me again. I wasn’t anticipating that one bit.

“Thank you,” I replied softly with a hesitant smile. The slave bowed in acknowledgment once before running to the direction of the kitchen. Then, an idea lit up. “Uhh, hey!”

She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned back around to face me. “M-Miss?”

I don’t feel like eating anyway. My stomach got used to eating a meal a week after all if you would call what I have been eating a meal, that is. With a sly smirk, I walked towards her before standing on my tippy toes to whisper in her ear, “On second thought…can you eat my meal for me? I’m still full so I don’t think I can.”

She jerked away from me, her eyes wide. Then, she hastily waved her arms in front of her in denial. But the way she licked her lips, I knew she wanted to give in and just accept the offer immediately. Of course, I knew why she was hesitating, so I understood her reaction.

“M-Miss! I don’t think t-that’s a good idea!”

I gently grabbed her wrists to stop her from flinging her arms around too much, chuckling at her behavior. I then gave her the best reassuring smile I could muster.

“It’s okay,” I told her in a low voice. “Share the meal with the other servants, too. Alexander’s not around after all.”

“Uhh...T-Thank you so much!” she exclaimed happily after another moment of hesitance.

I headed towards the dining hall while the girl skipped towards the opposite wing of the manor to call for the rest of the slaves. When I got there, true enough, a full breakfast spread was on the table, positioned on the right-hand side of the seat where Alexander usually sat. It was too much for a single person to consume in one meal.

“M-Miss?”

I craned my neck towards the door and saw at least a dozen slaves in matching white shirts and collars spilling into the room. There were a few who looked my age while the eldest seemed to be in his early thirties. All of them threw cautious glances my way as they shuffled towards one side of the wall, lining up into a rehearsed formation.

“Please, just call me Sofia,” I stated, beaming at them to make them feel comfortable. “I’m just a human like you. So I don’t feel at ease being treated like a she-wolf.”

They nodded in unison. Then, the girl that I talked to earlier took a small step forward. “Umm, thank you, Sofia.”

“It’s nothing.”

My chest felt heavy. I’ve always been aware of the injustice between how different werewolves and humans were treated just because they have capabilities that the latter don’t, however, looking at their faces lighting up with too much gratitude just because I offered my meal to them was a painful reminder.

When Alexander freed me from being a slave, it felt like I became a nobody, but I now claim a different role for myself. I’m probably not going to make that much of a difference, but at least for the humans in this household, I could.

Dining on the table seemed like too huge of a step, so we crouched contentedly on the floor as I divided the food that was served as equally as I could amongst them. They gradually opened up to me, fortunately, and we exchanged stories. After being the only slave in the manor for a few months, it was pleasantly strange to have other people to talk to.

Alexander came home hours later than usual that night.

I wanted to wait for him before sleeping to welcome him home since I thought I should at least do as much, but I unknowingly dozed off after a rushed dinner with the slaves and would’ve stayed asleep until the next morning if it wasn’t for his heavy footsteps.

“Oh,” he said in surprise upon seeing me sitting up from the bed and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “I was trying to be quiet to not wake you up.”

I turned on the lamp on the bedside table. “It’s okay.”

Perhaps it was because of the dim light, but he looked exhausted—he had prominent bags under his eyes and his frown was more crooked than usual. Then I remembered the snippet from their meeting last time that I overheard. Then the phone call.

“Go back to sleep, it’s late,” he told me.

I wriggled out of the blankets to walk towards him instead. Stopping at arm’s length in front of him, I tilted my head up to meet his eyes. “Is everything okay?”

Of course, it isn’t. He and his company were being targeted by humans whom they didn’t think would be a threat to them. I’m certain that it wasn’t only a tremendous blow to their ego, but also a cause of the possible decline in the pack’s morale.

But stupid me asked anyway.

I thoughtlessly reached out a hand to cup his cheek, my thumb gently caressing his dark under-eye as if it would make the evidence of fatigue go away. This was one of the moments when I would feel so connected to him that the fact that he was an alpha would slip through my mind.

“I just…” he sighed before placing his hand on top of mine and snuggling his nose into my palm. “Things are just really hectic right now.”

“Do you want a massage?” I asked before I could think much about it. “I was taught how to massage back at the slave house.”

I almost said ‘…because it pleases werewolves’ but luckily caught my tongue and stopped midway.

“Hmm,” he hummed, his eyes suddenly glinting with mischief. “Well, instead of a massage…”

Alexander suddenly wrapped his arms around me and pressed me against him. I shrieked in surprise but didn’t bother pushing him away. For some reason, being like this with him felt natural. His warmth was comforting.

The next thing I knew, he was kissing me on the mouth. I closed my eyes and melted into him, his body emitting blatantly seductive pheromones, coaxing me to give in. Admittedly, he didn’t even have to go to such lengths—I still would’ve gone along even without the pheromones turning me on.