Alpha on Leash

6

Why did it have to be an alpha that I was trapped with? And not just any alpha, but one surrounded by a labyrinth of obstacles that made my heart race as if I had stumbled into the pages of a thrilling novel. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the rapid beat of my pulse. It wouldn't do to show any sign of weakness, especially not my true nature as an omega. No, that was a secret I had to guard with every ounce of my being. The confined space felt like it was closing in on me, the walls pressing closer with every passing second. I willed myself to stay calm, to maintain my composure, but the primal instinct to flee, to find an escape from this unsettling situation, clawed at the edges of my mind.

A sudden c***k shattered the tense silence, my head snapping towards the source of the sound. The darkness seemed to play tricks on my vision, shapes morphing and contorting as I strained to identify the origin of that ominous noise. Fear prickled at my skin, and I fought to suppress the urge to flee. My nails dug into my palms as I clenched my fists, determined to stand my ground no matter how my instincts screamed at me to run.

As seconds stretched into eternity, my mind raced through the series of events that had led me here. Celebrating our award seemed like such a wonderful idea at the time. A chance to unwind, to revel in our success after tireless months of hard work. The club had beckoned like a beacon of celebration, its vibrant lights promising a night of joy and laughter.

But now, in the midst of this shadowy confinement, doubt gnawed at the edges of my thoughts. Had I been too hasty? Perhaps the allure of the club had clouded my judgment, blinding me to the potential dangers that lurked beneath the surface. The pounding music that had seemed so inviting now echoed with an eerie undertone, a reminder of the hidden perils that could emerge when least expected. Regret clawed at my chest, its grip tightening with every passing moment. Maybe this wasn't worth it. Maybe the thrill of celebration wasn't worth the price of uncertainty and fear that now coiled like a serpent within me.

I closed my eyes briefly, taking another deep breath in an attempt to quell the rising panic. I couldn't afford to let fear dictate my actions. I had to be strong, to find a way out of this predicament and ensure my secret remained safe. With renewed determination, I squared my shoulders and focused on the task at hand.

The alpha's presence loomed in the darkness, a constant reminder of the delicate balance I had to maintain. I would navigate this treacherous path, unravel the mysteries that surround us, and emerge unscathed. As the darkness seemed to press in, I steeled myself, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead and prove, once again, that I was more than capable of holding my own – even in the heart of a gripping thriller.

“Fuck.” the person growled. It was a man, alright. His growl was deep and dark with a tinge of an undertone that suggested the silky smoothness of his voice could make anyone feel wet. Suddenly, my mind went somewhere unexpected. The anxiety I felt evaporated as the shift of my thoughts ran deeper.I imagined him talking dirty, saying filthy things in my ear as he played with me and seeing me ride the high wave. I shuddered, not from the cold but suddenly feeling so sexually charged.

“f**k, f**k, f**k. Do not think of it!” the man screamed from the darkness as I began to pant.

“Please, love, please stop letting the drugs get to you.” He hissed and growled in frustration. Drugs, what drugs? I thought vaguely I had lost myself in imagining something that was way too explicit for the situation. The man that was dancing with me suddenly came into my mind. The way he moved with me, the bulkness of his arms around me and the heat from his body earlier made me shiver anew from the memory of it. I imagined him touching me, playing with the most sensitive part of my body as he made me ride the waves of pleasure and lust. I imagined him playing with my breasts, kneading them and pinching them as he teased me and tortured me with the wait to come.

“Stop.” the sudden growl full of dark lust and want took me back from my imagination. It was as if I had just come out of a trance. I realized I was kneading my own blossom and my hips were grinding against the cold floor. The strap of my bra had fallen, and I was moaning, loudly. What the f**k? I asked myself.

“Thank fuck.” the man hissed, his voice still lidded with lust and want.

“W-what?” I stuttered, as I moved in my place trying to undo the ropes but failing. The ropes were binding me tightly, my skin was now chaffing from the roughness of it.

“I am an Alpha, sweetheart and you an omega, we are in a dark f*****g place and the room is currently being filled with aphrodisiacs. Not to mention the shots you took earlier and the whiskey I have had had a high concentration of wolf bane. What do you think I am going through as I hear you moan and get off while the ropes around my body is becoming undone? Your smell, f**k your sweet smell is making me loose my mind.” the undertone of his voice, his admission of being so infected by my shameless act made me bright red and I inhaled, deeply. He had realized I was an omega, and he was an Alpha and, as he so kindly pointed out, we were in a situation that had every catalyst it needed for both of us to loose our minds and mate our hearts out. How he was constraining himself, I did not know.

“W-what is going to happen?” I asked, scared and terrified at the outcome that was in front of me.

“I don’t know. But this is something more than just a simple a*******n. It almost feels like they want us to f**k and mate. But why?” He asked, more to himself than me.

“You said your ropes were becoming undone. Can you not free yourself? I am bound too tightly.” I said as I tried to move again, hissing as my tender skin rubbed against the rope.

“I was not bound.” He silently said. The room suddenly became cold and silent, an eerie hush as I waited for him to talk.

“W-what do you mean you are not bound?” I almost whispered.

“I had tied myself when I woke up. If not, you would have been ravished by me, an animal that is f*****g weak when I smelled your scent.” he growled again, but this time it was frustrated and not out of lust, as if he was regretting his decision.

I was silent, taking in what he had just said. He was admitting to his desires, but at the same time, he saved me from himself by binding himself. If not, I would have been taken by him and god knows what would have happened.

"You don't realize who I am right?" his smooth voice said in the darkness. There was not a growl nor any agitation. Instead, it was soft and sad, as if his heart was breaking, asking me this question.

"Who are you?" I asked, waiting for his reply, which never came. Instead, in a blink of an eye, the lights were opened, making me flinch from the sudden darkness that had been lifted. I never wished I had seen what I did at that time. As bad as if sounded, it was much much worse.