17|Defy me again, and you’ll regret it
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“f*****g bastard!”
Dorothy muttered under her breath, her eyes narrowed into a glare, her lips drawn into a childish pout, and her arms crossed tightly.
And all of these expressions were while she was carried over Ace’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Let’s rewind a bit.
Ace was carrying Dorothy toward the packhouse without the slightest change in expression. His usual composure, his emotionless demeanor, seemed carved deep within his bones, while Dorothy, in stark contrast, was more human—she felt things, and she expressed them. As people froze in shock and whispered around her about how a girl was being carried by the infamous Alpha King, her face turned bright red. She stared at Ace’s back, hitting and screaming for him to let her down.
“She hit the king! She’s going to die!” The conversation quickly shifted to gossip about how she’d dared to hit Ace, and she froze, realizing what she had done. But before she could even utter an apology, Ace did something unexpected.
He spanked her.
Yes, he had spanked her. Hard.
Dorothy had endured a lot in her former pack—hell, every day she had bruises to show for it—but no one had ever spanked her like that. Not in that way. Not with the intent to discipline her.
“Careful, or my arms might just slip, and I might throw you to the ground,” Ace threatened.
Dorothy froze instantly, her hands suspended mid-air as her breath hitched. If her face had been red before, now it was practically glowing crimson. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the urge to retort or struggle further, knowing full well that Ace wasn’t the type to make empty threats.
Her mind raced as she tried to focus on anything but the humiliating situation she was in, but the murmurs and stares of the onlookers only made it worse. Why me? she thought bitterly, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole.
“A-Alpha,” Lucas and Sophie called out as they rushed into the packhouse, their faces tense. They both froze in their tracks when they saw the scene before them, exchanging wide-eyed looks of shock.
“I have something to attend to first, but wait in the study. I’ll see you in a bit,”
“Ah—yes, Alpha,” they both replied, bowing in submission as they watched Ace continue walking, carrying a thoroughly embarrassed Dorothy toward her room.
Ace pushed open the door, and before Dorothy could even react, he threw her roughly onto the bed with a loud thud. She gasped, her wide eyes fixed on him as she scrambled to sit up, watching him with alarm.
What was he trying to do? Dragging her all the way here just to deal with her?
“You do not have the right to strike a deal, nor do you have the right to leave with another man until we break the bond,” Ace stated almost casually, his tone void of emotion as he looked down at Dorothy.
Dorothy opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off before she could utter a single word. “You will stay here, in your room, until we break the bond. And you will not leave without my permission. Do you understand?”
Her eyes narrowed into a glare. Stay locked in her room until they broke the bond? It sounded like he was putting her under house arrest indefinitely. Goddess knows how long that could take. What if they never broke the bond? Was she supposed to rot away in this room forever?
The thought made her stomach churn. Staying in her former pack, as horrible as it was, almost seemed preferable to this.
“Eyes lowered!” Ace suddenly hissed, his sharp command making Dorothy flinch in fear. Before she could react, he was already in front of her, on the bed, his fingers gripping her jaw tightly as he forced her to look up at him.
“Do not think you can disrespect me because of this forsaken bond between us,” he snarled, his voice dangerously low. “Test me, and I might just end you to make this easier. You are really testing my patience.”
Dorothy’s eyes widened in fear, her breath hitching as she fought back the tears that threatened to spill. She had promised herself never to cry in front of those who tormented her, but that didn’t stop her eyes from welling up.
Ace’s gaze remained cold, though deep within him, his wolf, Damien, roared in defiance, slamming against the walls of his mind in protest of how he was treating their mate. Ace showed no sign of the inner conflict as he kept his grip firm.
“Do you understand?” he asked, his voice low and demanding.
Dorothy swallowed hard, closing her tear-filled eyes for a moment before nodding shakily. But that wasn’t enough.
“Use your words,” he growled, tightening his grip on her chin.
“Y-yes, Alpha,” she stammered, her voice trembling.
With that, Ace leaned back, releasing her abruptly. “Defy me again, and you’ll regret it,” he warned coldly. Without another glance, he turned on his heel and walked out, slamming the door behind him with a resounding thud that left Dorothy trembling in the silence
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