Enslaved by the Alpha

Chapter One Pt 2: Gifted

"What do you think he's going to do to her?"

"Who cares?"

I tuned out the conversation between the guards, my dropped head bouncing slightly with every step they took. My bare feet tiredly fell behind, a little sore from the amount of walking we've already done. It's been four hours since we left and I'm almost certain the sun is about to rise.

"Here we are—the border of Alpha Zeek's territory."

The reality of the situation slowly began to sink in once I heard footsteps. I knew they didn't belong to any of us seeing as we were at a complete stop.

"What brings you here?" A woman asked coldly.

"We come with a gift to your Alpha from King Valentino, he wishes to make an alliance," the man to my right replied loud and clear, his tone displaying full confidence.

"What makes you think he'd want anything from you aside from your hearts on a platter, leech?"

"Now Charlie, is that any way to welcome our guests?" A new voice joined and the power behind it sent a shiver down my spine.

"My apologies, Alpha," the woman faltered, her fierce, confident tone now deflated and submissive.

"I love a good gift, gentlemen. What is it your King has for me?" The calm, husky voice asked.

Footsteps approached this direction and I sensed the shift in power grow with every step. Fear finally sank in when the situation went from surreal to real and I squirmed, feeling the guards tighten their hold under my movement.

Being blind to what's going on around me is absolute torture, especially when you're in a foreign environment surrounded by the enemy while you're practically naked. I've never been outside the walls of the castle growing up. This is my first time allowed out into the world, and I just so happen to be blindfolded.

The King doesn't let the aging vampires exceed the gates and leave our domain for their safety, only those who've stopped aging are considered adults despite the fact we stop at twenty-five.

"And who is this young lady?" The Alpha hummed.

"Your gift, Alpha Zeek," the guard to my left answered, the once strong confidence in his tone now shaken.

"Release her," he said sternly.

The hands on my biceps were gone in an instant and I felt way more exposed, my muscles tightening in defense.

I flinched at the feeling of a warm, rough hand coming in contact with the skin on my shoulder. The urge to fall to my knees in submission was enough to tell me who it was.

"Such smooth porcelain skin," he purred, lightly caressing his fingers up and down my bicep, gradually moving over to my collar where his fingers brushed the opening of the sack. The heat radiating from his skin caused my n*****s to harden, cold chills running through me with the slight breeze. "But does her enticing body carry a beautiful face?"

Suddenly, the bag was ripped off and my eyes darted between the four wolves standing ahead of me. The moon in the sky was shrouded with clouds and the light fog, giving this entire encounter an eerie feel I found very displeasing. Then his hand cupped my face and I settled my gaze on him, losing myself in his bright emerald green eyes.

"Oh, my." A bigger smile pulled at his lips and he caressed the side of my cheek, using his fingers to push loose strands of hair behind my ear. "A pretty face is not what I was expecting."

I stared, my eyes wide with frightened curiosity as I took in his features. He has a full, dark-brown beard hiding what seems to be a nicely sculpted jaw. His deep olive complexion complimented the beautiful green of his eyes, the nice pink of his lips, and the color of his slicked back salt and pepper hair. His chest was covered with a black button-up, the sleeves rolled to his elbows and the light material hugged his muscular build.

I followed the shirt over his chest, noticing three of the top buttons were undone, revealing just a glimpse of his pecks. My gaze, however, followed the buttons down his torso where they disappeared behind a black belt with a silver buckle, leading me to his dark grey dress pants and black dress shoes.

He unexpectedly leaned in, brushing his lips across my cheek. "Don't look at me like that," he said in a hushed tone, turning his head ever so slightly to press his face against the side of mine with a deep, slow inhale. "It's turning me on," he exhaled, humming a soft moan next to my ear that faded into a low, sexy chuckle.

His hot minty breath blew over me and I shuddered, turning my head to face him. My parted lips delicately grazed his and my eyes instinctively lowered to them. The heat difference between our bodies amazed me and I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

"Yes, Alpha," I breathed, forcing my gaze upward to meet his eyes. The green darkened in seriousness and his smile fell.

"I like that," he whispered, lingering a few more seconds before leaning back and caressing my cheek a final time with his thumb.

When his hand left my face, I embarrassedly looked down at my feet and crossed my arms over the thin lace on my chest, suddenly hyperaware of my surroundings.

"What do you say?"

I looked up and saw the Alpha turn to the guards with an amused smirk on his face.

"To an alliance?" He asked, quirking a brow. "I think the fact you two are still standing in front of me is as close to an alliance as we're going to get."

"Alpha Zeek-"

"Goodbye, gentlemen."

The Alpha turned his back to them and put his hand over the small of my back, gently nudging me forward as we began walking deeper into his territory.

"You can't take her if we have no alliance!"

We stopped and I glanced over at him, my body tensing. He's no longer wearing the smile I was already used to seeing and his features darkened, compelling me to take a step back in discomfort. He went from a falsely rumored man to that twisted man he's claimed to be, all by the mere expression on his face.

"Tell your King that if he desires an alliance, he must seek me himself. I do not deal with henchmen," the Alpha snarled, twisting his torso to face the guards.

"He's a very busy—"

Alpha Zeek had them by the throats in a flash, crushing their jugulars before they could react. Their bones broke audibly, but that didn't seem to satisfy him. His hands began sprouting black hairs and his nails grew into long, curved, black claws, piercing through the skin on their throats.

With one hard yank, he ripped out their jugulars and turned around when their bodies hit the ground. I gasped, my mouth agape in shock and my feet froze to the ground in terror.

"Clean it up," he demanded, his hands shifting back to normal, then he tossed their throats to the woman who caught them. "I don't want to smell them any longer," he added, striding up to me with a bored look on his face.

I watched the woman share looks with the two men behind her and roll her eyes. That's when I felt him snatch my arm and pull me.

"Kyle, Kurt, grab their bodies and take them to..." the woman's voice faded out the further we got.

His hold was much tougher than those guards and I couldn't stop the tiny winces from leaving my lips after every yank, making him halt randomly. He shoved me against a tree, knocking the air out of lungs and forcing a wheeze to escape my mouth.

"Shh," he shushed, stroking the baby hairs on my forehead back with his blood soaked hand. I whimpered quietly, flinching when he raised his bloody index finger and pushed it against my lips. "Shh, shh..."

My lip quivered and he smeared the blood across my mouth, leaning over me and against the tree with the same arm he's using to stroke my hair.

I looked up at him, too afraid to do anything that could potentially set him off. His face hovered over mine, our noses lightly brushing, and he raised his other fingers to my face. They connected with my left cheek, still warm and wet. I trembled, closing my eyes upon feeling more tears forming.

"Don't you like that, baby?" He asked softly, slowly dragging his fingers down my face and over my jaw, continuing down my neck and stopping at my collar.

"You look so f*****g sexy covered in blood," he whispered, raising his hand back to my jaw and planting his lips gently onto mine. The warmth his body transfers magnifies everywhere he touches on me and I knew I've been deprived for too long when I felt an ache between my legs.

He deepened the kiss, adding more aggression that I struggled to keep up with until he suddenly ripped away with a growl. My gaze immediately found the fresh wound on his lip, telling me I must've accidentally pierced him with my fangs. It took everything in me to restrain my hunger.

"You bad, bad girl," he grinned, the blood on his lip coating a few of his perfect teeth and his eyes seared into mine. His smile suddenly fell. "I bite back."

He flashed another grin, revealing his long, sharp canines, then dipped his face in the crook of my neck and embedded his teeth into me. I released an agonized scream, pushing at his massive body to relieve myself from the immense pain with no avail. It felt like hot, dull, thick needles sank into my neck, injecting a scorching heat through my veins that made my body heavy and my muscles weaken.

He leaned away, watching the sudden burst of exhaustion kick my ass. I met his gaze and fought to keep my eyelids open, placing my hands on his chest with an ailing final attempt to shove him back.

"What..." I mumbled, completely drained of all energy. "What the hell did you do to me?"

"I made you mine."

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Warm lips pressed against the flesh on my neck, trailing down slowly. I squirmed, humming softly in pleasure. The warmth of his lips and the heat of his breath fanning on my cool body created goosebumps across my skin.

He kissed a path down my collar, nearing my left breast. My mind was hazed and I arched my chest, groaning when his lips wrapped around my exposed n****e and his hot tongue played with it.

I soon began to realize my clothes were taken off and I was lying on a soft, memory foam mattress. The Alpha's scent surrounded me and my eyes opened in remembrance, feeling him make his way down my stomach steadily.

"Please, don't," I mumbled.

He had me pinned to the mattress by my throat in the same second, restricting air from entering my airways. I opened my mouth to try and gasp for breath and my hands wrapped around his wrist, but he only pushed me harder into the pillow.

"Don't act like you weren't just moaning for me, baby," he said, grinding his half naked body against mine with small sensual thrusts. He loosened his grip as his abs rubbed my stomach and the bulge in his boxers applied pressure to my throbbing cunt. The friction from the fabric stimulated my c**t in the slightest and I hated how much I liked it.

"What will it take to let me go?" My lip quivered and fearful tears welled in my eyes.

He laughed menacingly. "I marked you. You're bound to me for as long as I live-you're bound to this pack forever, unless you die. If you ever leave pack land, I'll know where to find you. And if you ever leave hundreds of years from now, that Alpha will know where to find you."

"But Alpha—"

His infamous toothy grin suddenly pinned the corners of his mouth up and I lost my words.

"Yes, sexy?" he purred in my ear, grinding into me again. I closed my eyes to fight it, then he kissed my neck and groped my left breast.

"I..." my mind scrambled under him, losing the battle against the pleasure.

As much as I wanted him to stop and get away from me, there's no denying when his hot body touches my sensitive areas, it turns me on and makes me want more. The heat warms me to the core and makes me feel safe.

I felt his hand leave my body for a moment and he shuffled around, grabbing my waist and sucking on the side of my breast.

My eyelids fluttered closed as he shifted to my n****e, squeezing the skin over my hips before leaning away and flipping me over. I shrieked in surprise and my ponytail whipped around, feeling him grab the side of my skull and pin me down.

I laid on my stomach with my hands next to my head, gripping the pillow tightly out of fear. He straddled the back of my thighs, his knees preventing me from spreading my legs.

"You have such a sexy little back," he groaned, massaging my shoulders then dragging his hands down, sliding them over to grope the curve in my waist. His hands continued toward my hips, coming back together to grope as much of my ass as they could grasp.

"f**k me," he said huskily, placing his thumbs on the inner fold of my ass, spreading me apart to reveal my fresh wax. I scrunched my face in discomfort, my gut churning for what's to come. "I'll have to break that perfect little hymn."

He spit on my hole and I squirmed, tears filling my eyes feeling the head of his c**k distribute the spit over my opening.

"Please, don't," I winced, unable to turn to see his size. What I could feel from his tip frightened me and I tried to thrash my hands at him, this led him to pin my wrists behind me.

He leaned his torso over my back and brushed his lips over my ear. "Your p***y looks so small and tight, it'll be fast."

"I'll do anything else, just not this. Please, stop," I whimpered, the tears in my eyes threatening to fall.

"But baby... this is all I'd want from you. It's been a long f*****g time since I felt real p***y. I value my pack too much to pick one of them, but you'll be perfect." He buried his nose into the hair behind my ear, inhaling deeply. "Now be a good girl for me."

He pushed his tip in and I cried out in pain, my muscles tightening as I tried to squirm out of his hold. His girth slid further in and I let out a sob, my fangs extending from my gums instinctively in defense. The sharp pain only worsened when my p***y stretched to accommodate his base.

He moaned loudly, growling throatily in enjoyment. "Mm, baby, you're so f*****g tight on my cock."

"Stop!" I screamed, tears flowing down my face.

He squeezed my wrists and pressed them harder into my back, reaching his other hand around and grabbing me by the throat to silence my sobs. He propped his elbow on the bed and held my face up to see the pain displayed over it.

"Shh, shh, shh." His hand shifted and I felt his claws pierce into my skin, embedding between the bones in my throat. Fear strangled me and I bit my inner lip. "Not so loud, babygirl."

He sniffed my hair, rubbing his face over my head and grinding his pelvis into mine. I swallowed harshly from the pain of his movements, holding back as much noise as I could despite a few whimpers. My cunt felt like it was torn apart and the stinging sensation never lessened. However, his c**k warmed the inside of me as it sat soaking in my wet folds, twitching. My walls shaped around him and I felt his veins pulsating with arousal.

He began pulling out and my lips gripped onto him. Before his tip left me, he thrusted in and forced me back open. I scrunched my face, my body aching all over, but he held me still and used my body to stroke his d**k. With every thrust, his balls slapped into the pool of wetness on the back of my thighs, squishing as his hot length penetrated me.

"You're so wet," he moaned, drilling himself deeper. I winced when his body slammed into mine and created a sharp pain in my abdomen, forcing me forward after every thrust. I was beginning to feel light-headed under his constricting hold.

"Please, stop," I choked.

"You want me to stop?" he asked, trailing his lips over my cheek, stopping at the corner of my mouth. I could only wince in response.

"I'm finishing, baby," he breathed, panting heavily through parted lips. I felt him slowing and a hot liquid shot from him, pooling deep inside me. He drawled loud, guttural hums, thrusting alongside every spurt of liquid that came spraying from his throbbing erection.

His hand returned human, his claws retracting from my throat, then he released me. The side of my face fell to the pillow and I silently cried, closing my eyes in disgust at the feeling of his slow exit. My opening burned and my breathing was ragged and shaken.

I stared off into the dark woods through the window, watching the trees rustle in the breeze. My moment of peace was ruined when his hand grabbed my ponytail and yanked me off of the bed, throwing me onto the floor. The easing pains flared from the movement and I wailed in agony.

He grabbed the lowest part of my bicep and began dragging me behind him into the hall. I stumbled trying to get to my feet, tripping and scraping my legs every few steps.

"What are you going to do to me? Wait! Wait, wait, wait, please, where are you taking me? What're you going to do now?" I sobbed, receiving silence as my only answer.

He opened a door near the end of the hallway and shoved me down the stairs. I hit almost every step, screaming in pain as my body slammed into the rough wooden planks.

I smacked the concrete bottom and trembled in severe pain, my entire body throbbing, stinging, and burning. Shivers ran through me and I sniffled, hiccuping a tiny sob and curling into fetal position.

This is what I always imagined death would feel like.

Everything hurts.

I want to go home to my family-my mother and father, my sisters, my almost brother-in-law... I just want to go home.

My gaze lifted to see Alpha Zeek's silhouette descending the stairs, the bright yellow light from the hallway behind him blinding me. The closer he got, I began to see his features and finally took notice to the grey sweatpants he threw on.

"N-No," I stammered in defeat.

He grabbed me by the ponytail, dragging me over to the corner and tossing me down. My head hit the concrete and I hissed, feeling him yank my head back by my hair and clamp a heavy metal collar around my neck.

"Until you accept this is your life now, I can't have you roaming around my people unattended, especially my son." He squatted down, tilting my chin up using his finger.

My puffy eyes widened. "Son?" I croaked.

His once seemingly friendly, now clearly psychotic, grin returned. "My mate died after birthing him, you're going to replace her-my new mate."

"How?"

"She left me for a man who roughened her up, claiming I was far too gentle." His smile fell, a cold darkness consuming his eyes. "I went after her, tied her beautiful, frail body to a tree, f****d her 'til she was unconscious... killed her..." His wicked grin returned.

"You crazy son of—" he backhanded the words right out of my mouth.

"Watch your tone with me," he snapped, narrowing his eyes. I withheld the urge to attack him, wiping the blood from my nose after it dripped onto my lips.

"If I'm your replacement... Then what happens when you die?" I asked hesitantly, my voice hoarse.

"Once my son is old enough, I will introduce you two, and you will teach him how to please his mate properly. After him, you will continue to do so. I don't want any of my family to experience what it's like to be abandoned." He leaned in, rubbing his nose against mine and he eyeing my lips. "By that time, I will have shown you many, many new things they will love, and you will have shown me a few things."

I stared up at him, waiting until his eyes met mine. "You'll never be able to please me."

He grinned again, gliding his fingers down my collar. "I have... and I will. You can suppress your moans, but I'm an expert with body language."

I swallowed harshly, backing into the cinderblock wall behind me to put distance between us.

"You'll never please me," I repeated sharply.

He smacked his hands against the wall next to my face and I jumped at the abrupt movement, a small whimper escaping my mouth. His eyes pierced into me and he leaned closer, brushing the tip of his nose along my cheek and down my neck, purposely allowing his parted lips to run across my skin while he breathed on me.

His hot breath and light touch made me shudder and close my eyes, wishing I were anywhere but here.

He pressed his lips firmly into my neck and kissed, lightly gliding his tongue over the area he bit me. I exhaled shakily, my entire body stiffening.

"You are already mine," he whispered.