The Queen Alpha

*Warning some content may be disturbing* (Emma) I glance at my watch once more, my heel clicking impatiently against the smooth tile floor of the coffee shop I’ve been waiting in for over ten minutes. This is my boss’s favorite place to get coffee but humans are terribly slow at getting orders out to people. I glance around and notice a few members of his pack also waiting for the barista to call out their orders. Our little Oceanside town was nearly split, the north half being mostly human stores and families, while the south was all pack owned businesses. Alpha thought by working near humans it would deter any potential attacks, and so far he’s been right. There’s never been an attack since my mother and I moved here when I was 11, nearly a decade ago. I will never understand why he likes this place so much. I, personally, love the little coffee shop on our side of town, they have the best muffins and sandwiches I’ve ever had. I should’ve stopped there since it’s closer to the office but he always complains that his coffee should be the way he likes it instead of where his secretary loves to go. Alpha Jeremy adores me, has since my mother and I moved here when I was little, but he has to make sure not to show that too much in front of his pack so they don’t think he’s soft. He’s not very good at it, Jeremy is a gentle man by nature, and everyone knows it. The barista finally calls out my name and I click over to her, my bright yellow heels echoing against the modern stone walls. “Thank you, keep the change hun.” I say with a bubbly smile as I grab the drink holder containing four different beverages from her. She fakes a half grin and moves on to making the next person’s drink and I walk out quickly, knowing I’m going to be late for the third day in a row. I open the passenger door to my car and set the drinks carefully in the seat before walking over to the drivers side and sliding in, huffing a bit as I adjust the skirt of my bold black and white stripped dress. The skirt flowed out at the waist but was tight fitted on my chest, complimenting my curvy frame perfectly. Starting the car I curse under my breath as I glance at the clock once more. Pulling into my parking spot I jump out, careful not to spill the drinks on myself, and rush inside the mansion that is the pack house. I dash through the main room, and up the front stairs, which leads to the business area of the house. I glance at Ramona, the general secretary and she gives me a look through her thick glasses. “Fifteen minutes late again Emma? Just because your his son’s pet doesn’t mean he won’t fire you.” I don’t even stop as I respond. “I’m fully aware that I’m late, that’s why I’m not stopping to chit chat with the likes of you.” I flash her a smile and whip my hair over my shoulder, approaching the door that leads to my desk and his office. I take a deep breath and straighten my black blazer. Please don’t be mad at me. I knock gently and open the door, lifting my lips into a cheerful smile. “Good morning Alpha, I stopped and got your favorite coffee for you. I know you have a busy day so an extra shot of espresso was a must.” I emphasize the last word and walk up to his desk, pulling out his drink and setting it gently on the cherry stained wood. I back away, placing my hands at my sides and stand before him. He reaches for the coffee and sighs, looking at me with his copper eyes. Jeremy’s age is starting to show, creases etched into his face and gray peppered throughout his well trimmed mustache. “Emma, this is the third time you’ve been late this week, people are starting to complain that you get away with too much. You have to be on time from now on or I’m going to have to write you up.” He takes a long sip of coffee and smacks his lips, savoring the taste. I take a step forward and grab my strawberry Frappuccino, taking an equally long drink and wave his threat off. “Now alpha, which would you rather do, not write up the witch that everybody hates, or punish the future Luna of your pack?” I ask, batting my long eyelashes at him. It was true, most the pack hated me. I made them nervous, I wasn’t a healer like my mother, my magic didn’t come out of me in a soft yellow light like hers, it was green, a clear sign that I possessed a darker, stronger magic, although I’ve never used my powers to hurt anyone, I hardly use my powers at all. But Carter sees past my labels, he loves me for who I am despite the rumors and the strange glances. He stares at me for a moment then chuckles to himself. “I know you think you’re being cute, but I’m serious Emma, you have to start being on time. I’m tired of listening to that old crow pester me every morning about your lack of work ethic. What held you up this time?” He questions, giving me a fatherlike look of disapproval. I wave my hand dismissively and lean against the corner of his desk. “Well if I didn’t have to go all the way across town to that mortal coffee shop for you, I might’ve gotten here on time. But somebody,” I place my hands in the air and side glance him, “I won’t mention any names, but a certain alpha prefers their coffee over his own packs.” He rolls his eyes and takes another drink. “The coffee that the pack makes tastes like dirt and cheap sweetener. Maybe if you spent less time on getting ready you would have more time to drive.” I start to respond but his phone rings and I take this opportunity to grab the remaining drinks and hurry out, closing the door softly behind me. Just as I turn around I’m met by a handsome man in a blue button up and black slacks. “I hope one of those is mine, I’ve been waiting forever on it.” His smooth voice makes my heart jump and I look up at Carters clean shaven face. “Of course babe, I was just about to bring it to you.” I say, looking up at him. I know all I have to do is smile and bat my lashes with his father but Carter is harder to please. Carter is Alpha Jeremy’s son, and although they share the same dark black hair and copper eyes, Carter’s facial structure isn’t as masculine and his features are those of his mothers. We’ve been dating for over a year now and he’s made his desire to marry me very obvious, and hopefully I’ll be the new Luna in less than a year. If I become their Alpha’s wife, the pack will have to love and accept me. Carter runs his hand up my forearm, and leans into me to kiss my lips, but pulls away and frowns. “Do you always have to wear lipstick, you know how much I hate kissing you and feeling oil get all over me.” I walk past him and set the drinks down. Grabbing a tissue, I wipe my favorite pink lipstick off and turn back to him. “I’m sorry I forgot, it just makes me feel good about myself. I like the way it makes my lips look full.” He walks over to wear I’m standing and pressed himself against me, cupping my face in his rough hands. “You are beautiful without that sh*t on your face. And if you want your lips to look full..” he trails off and glances down at where his hips are pressing into my stomach, and I can feel his excitement. I laugh softly, trying to hide the nervousness him touching me causes. “Baby you know I don’t like doing that. It makes me gag,” he raises an eyebrow, “since your so big.” I pout my bottom lip out, hoping my attempt at being cute works so he doesn’t push the subject more. He runs his hand down my neck, pausing to play with a strand of hair. “Well you just need to practice more. When your Luna you’re going to have to learn all kinds of new ways to please me.” He grabs my hand and pulls me towards the hallway leading to his office. “Let’s go, I know you want to.” I take a deep breath and follow him. Just do it, you know he won’t stop until you do what he wants. I tell myself as he guides me into his office and shuts the door, locking it behind us. He turns to me and starts unbuttoning his shirt, looking me up and down in my dress. “I want you on your knees baby girl, you’re going to suck me like a good Luna would.” He says his voice low with desire. I lick my lips and drop down to the carpet and he walks towards me, pulling his d**k out of his pants and holding it in his hand. With his other he grabs a handful of my wavy hair and pushes my face towards it. A feeling of dread overcomes me and I open my mouth and take as much of it as I can. The urge to gag immediately starts while I suck poorly on it, hoping if I do a bad enough job he’ll stop and just f**k me. I’ve never enjoyed s*x, and being with a werewolf means he’s constantly wanting it from me. I’ve learned to accept the feeling of him inside me but sucking him off is something I can’t stand doing. He seems to get frustrated with my poor job because he grabs my hair tight and glares down at me. “You need to go deeper, and suck harder.” He shoves himself further into my mouth, touching the back of my throat, causing me to gag violently. I get upset, pulling myself away from him. “What the hell Carter? You know I’m not good at this, don’t push me like that.” I say, frowning up at him. A low growl escapes his mouth and he reaches for my head again. “It’s not that you aren’t good at it, you’re just lazy. Maybe if you actually tried you could do a good job. Just let me f**k you, I don’t have all day to teach a grown woman how to please her man.” His words sting and I blink back my tears, I stand up and try to kiss him to soften his anger but he makes a face of disgust. “I don’t want to taste myself on you, turn around and bend over the desk.” I do as he says and he pushes my dress up, pulls my panties aside and shoves himself inside of me. I wince at the pain. He didn’t even bother to lick his fingers and get it wet first, and I take a deep breath to drown out the discomfort. He thrusts harder and harder and I grip the desk, silently begging for it to be over. I start to make a list of all the things I need to do today, I have several papers that need faxed, emails to send, I need to go grocery shopping before heading home tonight. He smacks my a*s and I yelp from the sudden sting. I’m back in the moment, the pain he’s inflicting making itself known again. “Moan for me baby, let me hear how much you want me” I try to moan but it comes out as more of a groan and he pulls out, spilling his load onto my a*s. “You need to make copies of all the documents I emailed you. They’re due today.” He says to me, handing me a box of tissues to clean myself with as he buttons his pants back up and fixing his collar. “I have a meeting to get to, I’ll see you tonight for dinner.” He pecks me in the cheek and sits behind his desk, logging back into his computer. I adjust my hair and outfit and walk out of his office, trying to hide the pain I’m feeling physically and mentally. Would it ever get any easier?