Sold To The Beast

Chapter 4

ALPHA VINCENT

“So sweet… hmmm… so tempting…” I growled, holding her handkerchief against my nose. She had this scent that I couldn't ignore. Something that made my c**k rock hard by just a single whiff. And my self control had started deteriorating as she got closer to me.

I, Alpha Vincent, the man who was feared by everyone, was suddenly shivering to have another whiff of her scent. As if she was some kind of drug I couldn't help myself until I had it. The shower was running. Her handkerchief was on my nose. My eyes were closed. I imagined my face buried in between her boobs.

They had gotten bigger as she gained weight. In three months, she started looking so f*****g tempting. My other hand was on my c**k that was throbbing. I never thought it could be so excited one day, for a woman like her.

A mere slave, a child bearer, that's what she was to be. The day I saw her, crying and begging on her knees, I knew I wanted her added into my collection. It all started that day. It all started, when I saw her. I was nearing the edge of my climax when I heard the door of the bathroom open.

I was quick to hide Anastasia's handkerchief. I was so close and my beta had to disturb me like that during my personal time. “What?” I asked him angrily. I turned the faucet to the hot side, so the steam would hide the reason why I had started taking too many showers a day.

“My apologies for disturbing you, Alpha. But the council is ready. And the elders are asking for you. Should I tell them to wait?” Beta Andrew asked me. As if he might have understood what I was actually doing.

For a moment, I just wanted everyone to disappear so I could keep on doing what I was doing. But I was no regular man. I was an Alpha and my people needed me, even when I was not ready. “No! Just get them settled and offer them our best wine. I'll be there in ten minutes.” I tried my best to sound confident. But my throbbing c**k wouldn't let me forget anything about it.

My beta left soon after and I looked down at my c**k in my hand. Breathing heavily, I groaned in annoyance. I knew, the cold shower was the only way out of the mess. I walked out of the shower within five minutes. I wasn't fully done but it would do for a while. I was about to leave when I saw her again. She was crouched down on the ground, with her ass up in their air. I could see her underwear. She was still looking for her handkerchief.

I walked toward her, gritting my teeth in annoyance. I had just gotten a little bit soft with an ice cold bath for five minutes and she had to make it hard yet again, especially when I had an important meeting with the councilmen. “What are you doing out here?” I asked her loudly. So loudly that she jumped in surprise and bumped her head on the bottom of the bench she was under.

Groaning in pain, she stood up, rubbing the back of her head. “I was looking for my handkerchief. I can't find it anywhere.” She spoke in a small tone. Her eyes were still wandering around. I saw fear in her eyes. Something I hadn't seen for even myself. It was dark, the terror inside her eyes. It made me wonder who might have given her that handkerchief. It seemed like it was very important to her.

“Why are you so obsessed with that thing? It was just a piece of cloth. Nothing too fancy. I can get you something more valuable.” I instantly regretted my words. She didn't say anything but I saw tears in her eyes. She was trying to hold them back but one or two slipped down her cheeks. She didn't say anything. She just nodded her head, whispered a tiny sorry then left. I had no idea what I might have done. I sighed and walked away because I needed to get out of that place. I had an important meeting to attend.

I was in my car, on my way toward my office. But I couldn't stop thinking about the way she reacted. I clenched my fists when the thought of another man crossed my mind. Shaking my head, I tried to focus on my work. I couldn't get distracted by a mere slave that I bought to be my breeder. “How long is it going to take? Why are we not already there?” I asked in annoyance, staring at the dial of my watch.