Enslaved by the Alpha

Chapter Two: Problems

Eight Decades Later...

My eyes followed the children playing in the open grass field in front of the pack house, hearing their laughter fill the air from afar. I remained hidden behind the tree, using its branches and full leaves to shield me from the suns excruciating rays against my skin.

A small smile found my face as I watched them tackle each other, kicking up chunks of grass from playing rowdy. Wolf puppies ran past and my gaze moved to them, listening to their tiny paws patter against the earth and their squeaky barks of joy.

I like coming out to see the beautiful atmosphere and happiness whenever Alpha Aston doesn't need me. Ever since I quit trying to escape, I've been permitted to roam freely.

All hope I ever had of escaping has been lost for years.

Alpha Zeek's son, James, was almost as twisted as him. He was the one I tried my first escape attempt on. I only reached the border when he caught me and broke my legs, letting them heal simply to do it again.

"Scarlett, Alpha Aston requests you in his office immediately."

I turned to find one of his warriors, nodding with a forced smile. "Yes, sir," I answered, utterly deflated. That seemed to be the only emotion left in me anymore.

Using my vampire speed to keep him from waiting, I ran from outside to the door of his office within seconds. He must've sensed my presence outside because he called me in. I did as told, knowing things go better if I comply without verbal response. I understand it's better to just do it than to fight it and be forced to do it anyway. It's always worse the longer I make them wait.

"Come, sit, there's something we need to discuss." He signaled to the chair across from his desk and I closed the door, already preparing myself for what's to come.

Walking over, I sat down and felt my hair fall over my shoulders.

"It's time to introduce me to your son," I frowned, lowering my eyes to his desk, zoning out on the glossed wood. "He's twenty-five now and will be taking over soon, I know."

"I'm not passing you down."

I snapped my attention to his light honey eyes. "What? Am I-"

"I want you to stay mine. You're going to die with me, I'll make damn sure of it."

"The hell I will. I've been passed from Alpha to Alpha and put through hell for eighty years, there's no way in hell I'd ever die with one of you heartless mutts," I hissed through clenched teeth, abruptly shooting to my feet to glare down at him from across the desk.

He growled and jumped up, grabbing a fistful of my hair and slamming my face onto the wood. By the time I recovered and lifted my head, he rounded the desk and slammed me back down, using his opened hand to hold the side of my face against it.

He stood behind me, the hard bulge behind the zipper of his khaki jeans pushing into the sewn line running down the center of my dark-blue jean shorts.

I didn't say another word, knowing he was about to pull them down and stick it in for disobeying.

My body remained tense until there was a loud pounding on the door. Relief flooded me and he took his hand off my face, stepping away to return to his seat. I stood upright, peering down at him with a clenched jaw as he stared up at me, threatening me with his eyes.

"Come in!" He called, our intense eye contact never wavering.

"I need—" the man cut himself off.

Judging by the way Alpha Aston's eyes snapped behind me and his expression paled, I knew exactly who just walked through those double doors.

The next in line Alpha, his son—Draven Sawyer.

I never got to meet any of the Alpha's son's before they wanted me to.

Curiously, I turned, terror tightening every muscle in my body when my eyes met his.

Those familiar bright emerald green irises burned into me, every suppressed memory of what that Alpha did resurfaced. And if his eyes weren't reminder enough, the marking on my neck throbbed excruciatingly at his mere presence.

Uncontrollable tears filled my eyes and my breathing fastened, a panic attack gradually taking over as I found myself unable to look away.

They're identical, too identical. Could it be—no, Zeek's dead. That's absurd.

"Why is there a vampire here? What the hell are you thinking?" He turned his attention to his father. His deep, raspy voice made my stomach twist with a strange feeling, whether it was bad or not has yet to be determined. I merely assumed the worst.

Alpha Aston growled. "That is not any of your concern, son."

"It will be!" He snapped, taking a step toward us and I stumbled back into the desk, scrambling out of the way in fear he was advancing on me.

Our eyes locked again and my already chilled body went much colder, making my heart race in my chest. He stopped and furrowed his brows, appearing more confused than angry, which only added confusion into my mix of panic and fear.

His resemblance to Alpha Zeek is uncanny, even more so than the others. The only difference being his hair is fully black and messy rather than slicked back and partially grey.

That man ruined me.

"She's marked?" He breathed in shock. "What have you done? She is now tied to the pack, are you out of your f*****g mind?"

"It was your great grandfather!" Alpha Aston bellowed, slamming his fists on the desk and ripping his son's attention away from me.

"Great grandfather? How long has she been here? I don't give a f**k what she is, imprisoning anyone to a place that constantly threatens their life is a whole level of f****d up. No wonder she's acting like that, her mental state must be so far gone! What has she done that's wrong to deserve this? This is just repulsive behavior, and for what? When I'm Alpha, I will sever that mark and let her go."

My heart continued to race, except a tickling feeling warmed my chest in place of my discomfort. An Alpha willing to free me? Why would he ever give me a chance to have a life?

"Killing a wounded animal is wrong, but if I ever catch her out there, I won't hesitate. That way it's fair."

The Alpha growled loudly at his son's wishes and I flinched, certain this will definitely be taken out on me when he leaves.

"She's not going anywhere, Draven. The Vampire King wanted her gone if that tells you the evil she's done. Her own kind disowned her! My grandfather passed her down in case a war sprawled between our species. We could use her against the King if it came down to it in order to save the pack. I'm doing what's best for them," he lied smoothly, watching his son closely. I took a small step back at the growing tension.

I'm not evil...

He opened his mouth to reply yet shut it, clearly at a loss for words to his father's response.

I hoped he would've came up with something so I didn't have to face Alpha Aston-he didn't. They didn't know the full truth behind what happened. Now, the fourth generation Alpha who had my back knows of the assumption. He will change his mind about me after hearing this lie, I'm sure of it.

I won't deny though, things will only be worse if I interacted. At this point, I'm just trying to survive no matter the costs. After all, I have eternity to plan the perfect escape.

"No, you're not. If he decides he wants her, where do you think he'll go first? You might be able to send him away, but don't forget you're also baiting him," his son finally answered.

I stared as he turned to the door and opened it, glancing back and capturing my eyes with his. Our connection lingered a second before he walked out, slamming the door behind him.

There's something about him I'm drawn to, I just can't put my finger on it. Could it be that he defended me? He's the first to ever do such a thing. I'm still in shock that he'd go against his father for a stranger—an enemy at that.

If he knew about the real reasoning as to why I'm here, would he still wish to end it?

"Lock the door!"

Blinking, I ran to the door and locked it with a frown, running back to stand in front of him with a head bow. He hit my knee and I collapsed, withholding a loud cry while clenching my eyes closed.

"Look at me," he demanded, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back, so I feigned an unbothered expression to avoid granting him the fulfillment. He undid his button and zipper, then pulled out his rock-hard member, pushing the back of my head down between his legs, forcefully rubbing my mouth on it.

My hand wrapped around him reluctantly and I swallowed my misery with a frown, spitting over his tip then softly kissing it, making his body jolt at the contact.

He exhaled slowly and I kissed my way down his c**k, wrapping my mouth around his right testicle. A groan left his mouth as I firmly wrapped my hand around his base and stroked, listening to the wet sounds lubing his erection.

I let his testicle soak in my mouth while my tongue massaged it which had him grabbing at my hair desperately, bundling it up on the top of my head with a few lose strands dangling near my face. He clutched onto me, leaning further back with his eyes closed and a pleasured smile.

I moved on from his testicles and dragged my tongue along the underside of his c**k, reaching the head where I licked the pre-c*m off of his glans. My puckered lips sealed around his tip and I guided him deeper into my mouth.

Alpha Aston opened his eyes to watch himself slide between my pursed lips. I stared up at him, swirling my tongue around his head before pulling back and spitting again. The liquid slid down the topside of his member and I firmly grasped his base, spreading my saliva over his length.

He watched me put my mouth around him, removing my hand to grab onto each of his thighs and push my head down. My eyes studied his reaction.

I felt his tip push past my tonsils and he shuddered in pleasure, tightening his hold around my hair. His c**k curved into my throat and I choked, causing my esophageal muscles to compress around his glans. The heat from his d**k and the swollen sensation of him stuffed in my mouth, halfway down my throat, felt wrongfully amazing.

"Yes, mm, suck my f*****g c**k," he whimpered, lightly thrusting to stimulate himself using my tightened throat muscles.

I held myself down, gagging, then decided to pull back and gasp for air. Saliva dripped down and strung from my mouth to his standing erection. Moving back for more, I bobbed my head up and down his length, staring up at him through my lashes. My mouth gurgled and squished as he continuously entered and exited my throat, pulling out pools of saliva that leaked down his shaft and onto his testicles.

He moaned, throwing his head back with closed eyes. I pulled away, gasping for breath, and gave him a h*****b in order to take a moment to rest. I had hope he would c*m that way instead of in my mouth. But when he lifted his head to look back down at me, I wrapped my lips around him and sucked, stroking his base and playing with his balls. He grunted and I muffled a moan, my vibrating throat constricting around him.

"Good girl," he hummed in pleasure, thrusting slowly into my mouth. I silently stared up at him, using my tongue on the underside of his shaft as he moved in and out.

"f**k," he breathed, "just like that-oh."

He pushed deeper until my face pressed into the clothes on his body, moving his hands to hold the sides of my head to keep me still. My hair fell, but his hand placement didn't allow it to fall in my face.

He hastily thrusted down my throat, moaning louder the closer it brought him to finishing. The wet sounds visibly made him approach o****m. His body abruptly tightened, his face scrunched on and off, and his normally deep moans heightened in eager whimpers.

He pulled out momentarily to stand and slide his pants and boxers to his knees for more wiggle room. Not another second passed and he plunged his c**k into my mouth, quickening his pace from before. I scrunched my face from the slight pain of his rough, selfish thrusts.

He exhaled harshly. "I'm almost there, baby."

Panicking, I tried to pull away, except his hold was too strong and he wrapped his hand around to hold the back of my head, hunching over me to keep me where he wants me. I failed to pull away.

"Oh," he moaned, his body stiffening and he shot his seed into my throat with a loud, drawled moan. I gagged on him from the sensation and he trembled under the continued stimulation.

Once his balls emptied, he pulled out his softening erection and released me. I threw myself back and stayed on the dark hardwood floor, holding back tears. He stuffed his c**k into his boxers and pulled his jeans up, zipping and buttoning them before taking a seat, now ignoring my presence.

Every ragged, pained breath shook my chest and I looked at my reflection in the shiny trash can sitting next to his desk, hardly even recognizing myself from the woman I was-a woman who was loved once.

Now I see a woman who'll never be loved again.