Rejecting Alpha Dreads

Chapter 8

“So should we keep playing along with your lies and go on to see the doctor?” Rob giggled at me like a circus clown.

He was enjoying all of this. It must feel awesome to have such power in your hands now. He could literally decide to cause chaos if he wanted to.

“Dreads will ask the doctor if I paid him a visit,” I said, deciding to walk ahead of him while he kept up behind. “So yes, we should still see the doctor.” There was a certain swagger to his steps now, with his chest out and his hands in his pockets.

“Too many people are seeing your honey pot lately,” he said from behind. “I guess today is the doctor’s turn.”

Damn, I screamed in my mind. That was the most disrespectful thing I had ever heard. I stopped in my tracks and he stopped too. “Excuse me,” I said. “Don’t talk to me like that again.”

“Like how?” he asked and shrugged. “Telling you the truth? There’s nothing false in what I just said. The doctor will examine your groin for evidence of bruises or something. Lucky for you though, at least he would find sperm down there, even if you and I know who the sperm belong to. Definitely not to rogues. And you may even be luckier if those boys had fcked you really hard to have caused you bruises, you know, making the doctor confirm you were indeed r a p e d and so…”

I couldn’t take it anymore.

Without warning, I gave the douchebag a well-timed slap. He winced and started rubbing his cheek, smiling while at it.

He lowered his hand and looked straight into my face. I was visibly angry but it didn’t stop him from his further blubbering. “Well, that felt good. I love it when you're angry, baby,” he said. “And I hope to reciprocate the favor when I have my dck in your p^ssy. But let that be your last time. Don’t ever try this again.”

“I am your Luna,” I reminded him. “You’ll treat your Luna with respect.”

“You aren’t,” he replied, with the smile gone off his face. “You’re a foreign hoe. After the doctor has his turn with you today, it will be my turn next time. Register it in your thick skull that I will see you without clothes soon, and you dare not say no to me. Back at the hotel you were whoring, you asked what I wanted from you. Well, this is it. I need a slice of the cake too.”

He stopped looking at my face and lowered his gaze slowly to my waist and my legs. “Now, let’s proceed to the doctor’s office.” He gestured mockingly with his hands forward like an usher.

I walked ahead and was mad. I wish I could reach for a knife from somewhere nearby and sink it deep into his heart.

The moment we reached the doctor’s office, the degenerate Rob turned around and left me at the entrance. He obviously just had to make sure he fulfilled his alpha’s command of chaperoning me to the doctor’s, and whatever happened afterward was none of his business.

I cleared my throat and rang the bell on the doctor’s door. In a few seconds, he opened up, wearing boxer shorts and a singlet. After I announced my reason for the visit, he went in to put on proper clothes and asked for us to head to the laboratory.

Unlike what the perverted Rob had suggested, Dr. Harris was professional, checking for lacerations or any other kind of assault.

“The criminals are still on the loose,” I made sure to say while lying flat on my back on his examination table, just to, you know, give him some mental bias to work with. It was better to carry out his examination with the notion that I was indeed violated.

Technically speaking, my kitty still felt sore from all the banging the cousins gave me. But right now I even wanted more. Today was the only day I’d felt alive in years. I tried to shake the images off my head, so I wouldn’t start getting wet while the doctor was taking samples.

We were done in minutes. I was told I could go after getting some prescriptions from him.

“Thank you, Dr. Harris,” I said, breathing in and out in relief.

It was 9 pm now. What a long day it had been! I walked into my room and quietly shut the door behind me, going to my bed to thank the goddess for the fact that my head was still on my neck.

My pack's alpha, Alpha Davies, as well as George and Benson, will be visiting in two days. I couldn't wait for their arrival. I wanted to see Alpha Davies so bad, to ask if there was a release clause somewhere. Was there a point I could say, "Okay, I'm done. Now I'd like my freedom from this marriage contract."? I especially wanted to report Dreads' maltreatment. At the moment, it seemed Alpha Davies was the only person Dreads' could listen to, even if Dreads resented him as the leader of his rival pack.

I sighed on my bed and just when I was about to drift off to sleep, someone knocked on my door. “Priscilla,” the voice said and my heart practically dropped to my stomach. We might not spend lots of time together but his voice was unmistakable.

I sprang to my feet and went to let Dreads in.

He strolled in, looking around and taking in the room’s ambiance with his eyes like he was a stranger to this segment of his pack house. I hate to admit it, but he smelt nice. Like peppermint and roses. Felicia, my former maid-turned-hoe, had indeed been right. The connection between my wolf and Dreads’ wolf was growing deeper, even if we hadn’t been physically together. But I guess marking a mate inadvertently solidifies the bond without efforts from both parties over time. “How do you feel?”

I bowed my head to avoid eye contact. “Fine,” I said. “I just returned from the doctor’s exam room. He gave me some pills.”

“Good,” said Dreads. “Tomorrow is Saturday. You’ll join me at the pool party.”

I raised my head in great concern. The pool what? I wanted to scream curses. It was humiliating for Dreads to suggest this to me. I should attend the same party with the girls he was cheating on me with? And we would all be in bikinis while I get secretly scrutinized by eyes. Oh, look at her stomach. It isn’t that flat. And take a look at that bum. How flat can a bum be. No wonder the alpha doesn’t like her. And for the moon goddess’ sake, I was meant to be healing from trauma! Who gets violated today and attends a pool party with bimbos the following morning?

Dreads stood stoic without blinking, waiting for my answer. “Okay,” I said within seconds and bowed my head because, really, what else could I have done?

“Good,” he said, making to use his words sparingly. He turned around and left.

I plunked my whole weight on the edge of my bed, holding my head in frustration. Why did I have to be in the midst of so much drama? It was annoying. I just wanted him to leave me the hell alone. I needed rejection. Not some nonsense pool party with losers.