Give Me My Alpha

4. WISE FOOL

TOM'S POV

Despite the fact that it was only two times I had s*x with Ruth, I still think of her.

I was seated on my throne watching the horny alpha males that came to my slave auction to get a slave more like a s*x doll. I could recognize some of them.

"Ten thousand dollars." The usher said this while staring out into the sky.

"Twenty thousand dollars." One of the alphas said, they were pricing the slave I had eyes for. I am just taking them for a 3ride. I will take their money and they ain't gonna get no slave. I chuckled at my thought.

"20,000 dollars going once, 20,000 dollars going twice!" the usher said, staring at the crowd.

"One hundred thousand dollars." One of the alphas said, and we all turned our heads to look at him. It was none other than the father of Ruth who was also my mortal enemy. When did he get here? I thought I had asked my warriors not to let him into my territory, so he is also a horny bastard and he has a wife. Anyway, his money is mine. I rested my hand on my chair as I thought of what had led Ruth's father to come to my s*x auction. I couldn't come up with a reason so I continued swimming in my own thoughts until the auction was over.

"Sold out!" the usher said.

After the auction, I went backstage with the usher who would hand the slaves over to their respective owners once they had paid their money. I shoved my hand in my pocket and watched as Ruth's father made his way into the room, carrying a black briefcase.

"You seem to be in a hurry to leave," I tried to get his attention. "It is good to see you, Alpha. And, I just want to say that I am tired of fighting with you all the time."

"Who said I was fighting with you?" He laughed in an awkward way. I don't need to fight with you to deal with you. You are so full of yourself and you tend to forget who I really am."

"Good one, you aaways speak with a lot of wisdom. You must feel good about yourself." I said, trying to curtail my anger within myself.

"That is because brave alphas don't brag." He replied.

"Says a man who doesn't have a son to take over his pack," I said with a grin. He looked at me with a poker face.

"I have a son." He said, with a bass voice, grabbing the leash of the slave.

"Alright." I shrugged.

He started hauling the slave out of the room by the leash. I winked at the usher and he followed him.

My phone started buzzing in my pocket. I picked up the call and strolled out of the room.

"What's taking you so long?" I asked with a frown.

"I ran out of gas; I am on my way." Leon, my beta said.

"I will see you at home," I said and hung up.

"Let go of her! I own her. I already bought her." I heard Ruth's father deep voice from outside the hall.

"No, you didn't," the usher said with an evil grin.

"Yes, I did! She is mine!" He said, trying to bring out something from his pocket, and ran toward them as he brought out his gun and pointed it at the usher.

"Hand over the girl!" he said, extending his hand to him.

"Chill out, we were just joking around," I said, moving closer to him. He pointed the gun at me. I lifted my hand in the air.

"What kind of joke is this? I am old enough to be your father." He said. I kicked the gun off his hand. He squatted to pick it up, I quickly pushed him and grabbed the gun, he fell to the ground with a loud thud. I pointed it at him with my feet on his chest.

"This slave is mine!" I said with a serious face.

"Then give me back my damn money!" he protested, squeezing his face awkwardly.

"You aren't getting no money," I said, and tossed the gun to the usher, walking away with my slave. She is going to ease my pain. My life is good without a mate. Although I have a lot of women lurking around me, I don't give a damn. Women are playthings to me, a source of pleasure. They are good for nothing.

I tossed her into my car and got in. I fastened my seat belt and adjusted the front mirror so I could get to look at her face. She was average-looking with dirty blonde hair, but she was beautiful

"What's your name, beautiful?" I asked driving away.

"I don't have a name, master. Give me a name," she said in a sweet tone that turned me on. I wonder how she will sound when she is moaning.

When I got home, the packhouse was empty with no sign of anyone, not even Leon, but he said he would be here. I really needed that whip, so I could f**k the hell out of this damsel.

I threw her to the bed and ripped off my shirt, staring at her on the bed. She was laying on the bed wide open for me, with perfect cleavage, and just looking at her body made my d**k hard. I lay beside her on the bed and started kissing her juicy lips, placing tiny pecks on her neck. I heard the sound of a car driving into the house. I squeezed her boobs one more time before letting go of them.

"Stay here." I said and walked out of the room to see Leon. To my greatest surprise, it wasn't Leon's car but someone else. I stood on my front porch ready to see the person in the car, I could see that it was a girl, but I didn't know who she was.