Mated to a dark Alpha

ALPHA ASHER

CHAPTER THREE

ODEYA

His lips were a bit rougher against my own now, maybe as a punishment, maybe it was simply because he was angry, but it did not still fail to draw a moan from deep within my belly. The sound escaped even before I could realize it so there was no way I could hold myself back

I felt ashamed by the noises I was making, I wanted them to stop but he seemed to like them, because he became more gentle as he drew me to the bed beneath him, and the hands that wondered all over my body, touching me intimately did not hurt me, instead they brought me a kind of pleasure that was akin to pain.

I felt shame and embarrassment wash over me, and I closed my eyes to hide from his face. His hands suddenly went still, and he swore angrily under his breath.My entire body tensed up because I thought he was finally going to hit me, maybe I had done something to make him angry again. I practically did nothing but lay the and let him do as he pleased with me.

My sister’s had never hit me before, but I knew it was only a matter of time before someone did.

“Open your eyes.” He commanded with and enraged voice, and even though I did not want to, I could not disobey the commanding tone of his voice.

My eyes opened gradually and I found myself starring up into his eyes that was filled with barely controlled anger. His finger inched lower to rub me intimately again, causing a whimper to escape my lips.

“Tell me,” he murmured. “Have you ever had a lover.?”There was a strange mixture of tenderness and anger in the way he said it that frightened me even more, and I began blabbing of how I did not have anyone who loved me except my old maid, and then my mother, but I did not remember anything about my mother since she died before I was born, and so I could not really tell if she loved me.I was frightened, and surprised when he suddenly started laughing.

He paused a bit, and his deep blue eyes searched my green ones, I do not know what he was looking for in my eyes, but he continued laughing. Rolling off me gently, he let his fingers brush off my hair, exposing my cleavage once more.

“So you have had no lovers, and you do not even know what it means to have one. Why then did your sister bring you here?” He asked more sternly, and I shivered, afraid my answer might make him angry once more. I did not know what made him angry, and what made him roar into sudden laughter like he had earlier, but I wanted him to laugh instead of to be angry.

“I can tell you a joke if you want.” I offered shyly, surprising even myself.

He nodded.

“Please do. Let’s see if you can come up with something more funny than the situation I have found myself in with you my little friend.”I wanted to ask him what situation he was in, but knowing he could easily get angry, I concentrated instead on thinking up a joke, even I knew it had to be funny. I thought for a long time, but I couldn’t come up with anything. All I could think of was the trivial playful insults I and Caroline cast against each other. Disappointed at myself, I remained silent.

“What Mon Amie? You can’t come up with something more funny than this situation can you?” He asked, and thankfully, he was still smiling.Feeling less shy, I told him that I did not find our situation funny at all, instead I found it confusing. That brought another bout of laughter from him, and I could only lie still in my confusion and wait till he finished laughing.

He stood up suddenly and pulled me to him, planting a full kiss on my lips.

“Let’s find your brother Mon Amie, and he must pay for this trick he played on me.”

I suddenly had an irrational fear that I was about to lose him, that he was going to one of my sisters to do the same things he had done to me to her, and my heart constricted in my chest because I knew that unlike me, she would know what to do.I stepped forward and pressed my lips against his, wanting to keep him, to make him stay.

I was still trying to figure out how to make the kiss deeper when the door flew open, and I heard the shrill scream of my oldest sister Rebecca.

“You stupid b***h! What are you planning to do? Bring ruin on this household? Cause my husband to lose all his fortunes?”

My handsome stranger pulled me slightly away from himself, and his eyes studied me briefly.

“So the rumors are true.” He said calmly to my sister. Rebecca immediately composed herself and plastered a fake smile on her face.

“You must not mind my Sister Alpha Asher She is very stupid, and does a lot of stupid things. I’m sorry that she was bothering you.

”Without waiting for any reply from my handsome stranger who I now knew was Asher, she grabbed my hand and started pulling me out of the room muttering something about how I had ruined my innocence and how I needed to be scourged of my sin by having my fingers cut off.

I felt real fear come over me, as I tried to free myself from her grasp. I could only hope she was not being serious.

No one had ever tried to hurt me physically before, and I couldn’t imagine having my fingers chopped off now, but the rest of my sisters, all except my two brothers were standing outside the door, maybe they had been drawn by the commotion.

They too were muttering something about me getting my fingers chopped off, one of them even seemed to think chopping off my fingers would not be enough.

“Enough of this nonsense.” Alpha Asher said from behind me, and I immediately felt reassured. This time, his angry impatience was not directed at me, but at my sisters.

“This is absurd. None of you are going to chop off the child's fingers. Now, the saner one among you should take her to her room, she is shaken enough by this”

If I was not so frightened, I would have found this moment funny because my sisters never appeared to be afraid of anyone, but they were visibly afraid of Alpha Asher.

The rest of them kept muttering, as Rebecca stepped forward and took my hand again. This time, I let her lead me back to my room. Hopefully, she would listen to Alpha Asher and not have my fingers chopped off.

I was confined to my room after that, and not even Caroline's slightly wrinkled but reassuring face was allowed into my room.

I spent the first few hours in fear of what would happen, if my family would listen to the Alpha, Asher, and spare me, or if they would go ahead and chop off my fingers.

I could already figure out what had happened. James had set me up to cause misfortune for one of my sisters, or my other brother. I was so tired of my family using me as a mere pawn in their childish games of jealousy. I heard Mitchelle was set to marry a Count, and this was no small feat because Mitchelle is now considered to be quite old and still unmarried, plus a Count is quite powerful.

I learnt James sent me down dressed like a w***e so that Alpha Asher would defile me, and then not Mitchelle's luck would be spoiled.

A tear slipped down my cheek and I did not bother to wipe it. The makeup Caroline had put on my face was probably spoiled by now. I just wondered why my family could not blame James instead for what had happened, since it was obvious he planned everything, and I was only obeying orders. It was typical of them though to always use me as their scapegoat. I was the one who could not fight back, the one who had to take every scolding with a smile pasted on my face.

I wanted to vent, to cry, throw a tantrum, tear at my hair, and throw things about in the room, but years of being told to keep my emotions under control did not allow me to lose it even in the face of these circumstances.

Feeling tired although I had not done any physical work, I went to lie on the bed, fully clothed. I really didn’t have the strength to take anything off.

I closed my eyes and tried to day dream of the fantasies I and Caroline always sketched. I would be locked in my tower room just like now, when I would hear some commotion outside, and throwing open my windows, I’d see a handsome thief trying to get away from an angry crowd.

We always had our own different version of Rapunzel, and the Cinderella story too. In the Cinderella story, Cinderella did not have just two wicked step sisters, but five wicked blood sisters and two mean brothers. Needless to say, Cinderella was me.

I could not find any joy in my musings anymore, and still feeling agitated, I swung off the bed – then a thought occurred to me.

Slowly, as my heart started pounding in mismatched patterns, I stood up and walked towards my window.

A thought suddenly crossed my mind and I wondered why I had never thought of it before, but suddenly it occurred to me to try to escape.

Maybe it was the fear of having my fingers chopped off, or the aftermath of being held in a strangers arms, but for the first time, I thought it was possible to escape, to be free.

My window overlooked the overgrown weeds in our backyard which used to be a garden. No one really visited that place since my father died, and whatever flowers where there were long since choked by weeds. The once beautiful colourful place now looked stale and almost scary.

The window seemed a thousand feet high above the ground, and from the way the house was built, there was no way I could make it down there alive if I tried to climb down. Even if I ended up not dying, there is certainly no way I would end up without several broken bones

I had to think fast. I needed a rope, the curtains.

I could use the curtains and the bedsheet as a rope, and all my dresses too. Keep tying them together until it was long enough to get me to the ground. I was finally making my own Rapunzel story!

A giggle escaped my lips at the thought of having the curtains and bedsheet for my hair, then my face grew serious as I set down to business.

I had torn down the curtains from the window, torn them up into two long strips, and was now tying the strips together with the ones I had cut from the bedsheets when the door was thrown open and I heard someone step in.

My heart skipped several beats as cold fear gripped me. If my family had wanted to chop off my fingers earlier, they would want to kill me now. My hands shook on the pieces of cloth I held, and tears burned my eyes, but I could not bring myself to turn around.

“Well that saves me the stress of taking an unwilling woman.” A stranger’s voice said from behind me. This was the same voice that had laughed at me somewhat tenderly after asking if I had ever had a lover.