Alpha's Mark On Me

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Alpha Lycan’s P.O.V.

The night descended into darkness. Today I took my first step towards seeking vengeance.

She had changed, but I recognized her with a single glance. How could I ever forget her?

“She is mate.” My inner wolf growled, but I struggled to restrain its fury. This was not the innocent Emma I once knew.

"She attempted to end my life, causing me immense pain. Remember that." I whispered.

My heart ached as I approached her, I can see the uncertainty in her eyes. She had been convinced of my demise, and her heart had accepted it. The flicker of sympathy that had briefly surfaced within me had now extinguished.

I shifted her from to my mansion, and she became subservient to me. Instead of calming down, my restlessness persisted. I desired her to plead, weep, and scream, yet she remain silent. This was what infuriated me the most. My anger towards her grew, prompting me to leave the room. Staying there any longer would have led to her demise, something I wished to avoid. I yearned to torment her intermittently, savoring her yearning, unwilling to grant her a swift and painless death.

I reclined on the couch, inhaling deeply. The playroom bathed in a dim glow. In the dead of night's third hour, when the city outside was eerily quiet, my internal turmoil raged louder than ever. Panic welled up within me to an unbearable degree, compelling me to reach for the blue-labeled bottle on the table. I poured it into a glass and brought it to my lips, allowing the liquid to course down my throat. Even the biting cold couldn't quell the raging of my insufficiency.

Unexpectedly, the door swung open, and Miss Taresa entered, accompanied by a young woman.

"Alpha, your submissive is here," she announced, bowing respectfully. I scrutinized the girl, noting her slender figure clad in a revealing black dress.

"Undress," I commanded, and she quivered but complied without uttering a word.

"Secure her to the pole and exit," I instructed Taresa, my head of staff, and she immediately followed my orders. She understood that I had no desire for romantic involvement with women. My interactions were solely to satisfy my needs and then be done with them.

Taresa carried out my directives and left the room. I turned to face the slave, her limbs stretched and fastened to supports in front and behind her, her abdomen pressed firmly against the sturdy wooden railing that bent her over. Her neck was in agony, cruelly bent backward by a rope attached to her long, dark hair. A steel ring positioned behind her teeth kept her from closing her jaws, leaving her mouth and lips stretched into a forced "O."

She stood exposed and defenseless, her naked body on full display, with her intimate parts shockingly vulnerable, the pink cleft of her sexuality and the dimpled entrance to her anal passage laid bare.

I went to the closet and retrieved both my Bull Flogger and Elephant Braid Flogger, both known for their intense sting without causing any harm to the skin. Placing the Elephant Braid Flogger in front of her, I held the Bull Flogger behind me.

As I started swinging the Bull Flogger, her screams filled the room, providing me with a sense of satisfaction. She struggled to catch her breath between each blow, enduring all thirty strikes on her back, buttocks, thighs, and stomach. I observed the red welts forming on her skin, relishing the sight.

After allowing her a two-minute break, I picked up the Elephant Braid Flogger and cracked it through the air, capturing her attention and ensuring she wouldn't attempt to escape again.

Her fear was palpable as she fought desperately to free herself, her naked body contorting with shame and dread. Muffled, breathy cries of panic and despair escaped her gagged mouth as she struggled in vain against her restraints. Her screams continued until she could make no more sound, a clear sign of her being new to this.

Now somewhat calmer, I placed the flogger down, unzipped my trousers, revealing my erect member in front of her. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sight. While rubbing myself, I smirked and simultaneously pinched her n****e hard, causing her to tremble.

Her high-pitched screams were abruptly silenced as I grabbed her hair and forced my firm flesh through the steel ring in her mouth, making her gag and nearly choke. Her eyes widened as my thrusting began vigorously in her throat. I climaxed, and she swallowed every drop of my semen, but my satisfaction was not yet complete.

Helpless and naked, the brunette wept as I used her to satisfy my desires for the next twenty minutes, with her swallowing and moaning throughout. I thrust into her open mouth once more, releasing my seed into her warm mouth.

I noticed that the wrist restraints were the only things keeping her upright, as she teetered on the brink of losing consciousness. Zipping up my pants, I patted her cheeks and commanded her, "Get out." My anxiety still lingered, and I was far from satisfied as I headed towards the bathroom and stood under the shower.

"Soon she will be here as my slave," I muttered to myself, attempting to calm the restless turmoil in my heart. Could I truly bring myself to harm her? My need for revenge was consuming me, but would I be capable of following through with it?

Drawing in a deep breath, I released myself from all lingering doubts and retired to bed. I am Lycan Abraham, a merciless Alpha King and Mafia Lord, molded into a completely different person by a bitter past. In my life, women were mere playthings, tools for my pleasure. My slaves were meticulously trained to cater to my desires, and I showed no mercy to them. To me, women were nothing more than objects meant solely for my satisfaction.

However, I hadn't always been this cruel. Six years ago, I was an innocent boy who lost his parents in a tragic accident. I was naive, a far cry from the person I had become. My mate, a woman named 'Emma William,' had schemed against me and taken everything I held dear.

Emma was a beautiful girl who had slowly drawn me toward her. Blinded by love, I failed to see her infidelity until it was too late. She betrayed me in the name of love, and her father subjected me to unspeakable cruelty. For four agonizing months, I endured various forms of abuse and was forced into a life of excruciating servitude. I was tortured relentlessly.

In my darkest hour, 'Eric,' my father's friend, managed to rescue me from my torment. Without his intervention, I might still be trapped in that hellish existence today. The pain I endured during those months would likely haunt me forever. Following my release, I embarked on a mission to reclaim everything that was rightfully mine.

Now, I had transformed into the ruthless Alpha King, a man who never forgave. The time had arrived for me to settle the score with Emma. I was Lycan, a force that defied all retribution.