The Alphas Dilemma

Chapter three

CHAPTER THREE

Rayne’s pov

After the last ordeal that went down between Gilbert and me, I did a great job of ignoring him for five days consecutively until today. I felt sick for putting myself in such an embarrassing and condescending position. My embarrassment aside, I felt as though I would pass out from tiredness because of the tedious work I’d been doing for days now. Although I was specifically a packhouse slave, I and some of the most hated slaves were brought to the farm to work.

I sighed and adjusted the laundry basket on my arms as I enjoyed the warmth of the soon coming in through the windows. The golden light was warm and gave soothing to my itching and aching skin while I limp-walked, through the hallways that led to the packhouse common room. Suddenly a firm shoulder ran into me and pushed me hard enough that I fell on the cold hard floor causing the content of my hand and myself to fall, my kneecap bruising in the process.

Annoying belly laughter filled the air and other wooing noise. The urge to turn around and run back to the servant quarters and cry was heavy on my chest, but instead, I didn’t. I didn’t want to give my bullies the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I've done enough of it during the past days when they had me locked in prison. The sole reason why I was presently limping.

“O.M.G. Gilbert, she is set for doggy. Maybe you are way better in bed than I thought. How the hell did you make her go on her knees so fast?” Lucas said amidst chuckles, and the others burst out laughing alongside him.

“Woah there kitty, you should watch where you are going”

Sometimes I look at the Alpha and wonder how I was ever mated to him? How did the goddess see him fit for me? She must really hate me so much if she thinks spending the rest of my life with Gilbert is what I deserve. First, she had allowed my parents to get killed, and now, I was being tossed like dice in the hands of these mind gamers.

On top of all the wicked deeds, Gilbert did to me were the ugly-ridiculous names he addressed me with. Ugly. b***h. Slut. Thief. Imposter. Squatter. w***e. Kitty is a pretty name compared to the other terms he used in calling me...

"f*****g w***e. You want him so bad you can't wait to be alone with him. Come on, show us how much of a dirty little slut you are. I thought it was only a few days back he chased you away from his room after you gave yourself to him so cheaply. Perhaps I should have a taste of that cunt of yours since you are such a cheerful giver" Lucas bellowed and pushed me hard on my shoulders, and I fell back on the ground again with a loud thud…." or not! I wouldn't have that even if it is the antidote to cure my disease. Gilbert says you reek of s**t and vomit" he finished and sends me flying with a kick to my side.

Poor me!

Sure I could fight since my wolf was back but I didn't particularly appreciate making a show of it. Plus my mother's warming to me canceled all thought of a fight before it even came to my mind.

"f**k off Lucas," I sneered through gritted teeth as I collected the dirty clothes from the ground and stood to my full height, which was still considerably shorter than Gilbert. Even though in flops, he gloriously towered over me.

"Lucas's f**k is off, that's for sure. Do you want mine?" Gilbert hissed before placing his palm on my left breast. "Hmm, how soft. I'm sure it tastes good too? Not to mention what happened in my chambers. Do you want me to air your dirty laundry in the face of all these people?" Gilbert asked and twirled my n****e between his fingers. "Or we could give them something to talk about"

I loudly swallowed the lump in my throat when his fingers grazed my n*****s and his hot breath fanned against my cheek. I whimpered.

"You like it. You want me to continue to touch you. You want me to f**k you, right?" He said before pinching my n*****s, and the moan I'd been trying so hard to suppress left my throat before I could stop myself. Gilbert and his friends burst out into laughter. I felt an embarrassing blush creep up my face, but I didn't tear my gaze from his.

"I'd rather die than to have your filthy body on me. Ever" I responded haughtily. I saw Gilbert's eyes darken in anger as he took a few menacing steps toward me and at that moment I regretted ridiculously blotting him out like that. We all know what the alpha did to slaves defying him right? Maybe you don’t, but I do and now, my stomach curled up from the mere thought.

“I’m sorry alpha. Please forgive me” I begged on my knee.

He moved closer and leaned towards my ears. He blew a hot breeze into my ear and mumbled. “Not until I make you moan it”

Oh damn!

“To my chambers, now” alpha barked and I scampered away not giving him a reason to want to repeat his demands. Not like I hated the extra punishment though, I was just too sore to go the extra mile.

“A request?” a voice I dreaded so much tsked from behind me. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The sound of the footsteps was enough to know. The voice and the venom it spoke with were a bonus. “Let me take her?”

I looked up at Alpha Gilbert's eyes hoping for a miracle that would change his cold, dark eyes to pity for me but every glint of hope I had faded away when he smirked in response to the female devil.

“Of course. An extra of anything you do to her for me” Gilbert purred. An oblivious passerby would think he meant good but not me, and definitely not anyone from the pack. Perhaps the death I had prayed for was nigh but unlike I predicted, it seemed peace I craved for was farfetched.

What was this sudden pang in my chest?