Freed by the Alpha

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After gathering her emotions inside the bathroom, Arella walked past the club scene and into a back room the security outside the auction entrance told her to visit. She narrowly missed drinks sloshing around and wolves dancing on eachother. After she entered the purchasing room entrance, her ears still rang with the auditory memory of the club music. A long, dark, blood crimson corridor led from the entrance into a quiet lounge; cigarette smoke still in the air from the last patron. Her heart was pounding furiously, yet instead of listening to it, Arella opted to sit down and wait for someone to welcome her. She didn't have to wait long when a slender boy dressed in Sisque attire waltzed into the room, making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. The maroon and obsidian clothes reflected his wicked demeanor. When the Alpha came within his view his sickly sweet grin met her stony gaze. He looked at her with black eyes, waiting for a moment before he spoke.

"I know you're not used to this, but we take payment first."

Surprised by his statement, Arella took a brief look at her card before handing it to the boy. The boy handed the card to someone else while a couple of more men joined them. All slithering into the room without a word.

"What brings you here Alpha?"

She breathed calmly at this point, letting her wolf lead the way. Her jaw tightened in silent frustration.

"Oh, she doesn't talk." He said with a wicked smile.

The Sisque boy earned a few chuckles from the surrounding men, turning back to her with a final sneer.

"-you're lucky. The boy was suggested because he's a good pet. You'll love him."

Despite the boy's proximity, she hardly trembled. In a single call, she could have him on the verge of death, drowning in his own blood, in a prison pleading for his life. While Arella found the notion appealing, she had a long day ahead of her and torture of a young wolf was not the most important issue.

A tired sigh was all the boy managed to get from her. "I want to redeem my purchase, not talk to Mr. Kasmerov about your behavior."

In a quiet competition, the boy from before surrendered to her threat and went behind a dark curtain to grab her mate.

Trying to calm herself, Arella rubbed her moist hands across the fabric of her pants, but her trembling hands and erratic breathing made it obvious she was worried. That familiar scent laid its sweet spell on her once more and she took a heavy sigh.

Even as she took a deep breath, the terror she had been carrying for so long came back into her head.

The guilt of not waiting for her mate to join as one gripped Arella like a vice. Memories of thick blonde hair pouring through her fingers and hot moans entered her head, flashing like photos on a film. Her youthful face lit up with happiness and childish joy as her dark hand curled around a consoling pale one. She and her ex-fiance believed it would happen eventually, that the mating pull would ignite them one day, and that there was no use in waiting. But how wrong they both were.

She pushed the old memories aside swiftly, before she could enjoy them. Arella denied herself the pleasure.

Her mind would never let her forget the way Loyshaw caressed her body with such desire, or the thrill of his heated embrace, even after 5 years. Loyshaw was the one man she surrendered herself to, allowing her anxieties to disappear in his presence. He was her lone source of peace and the only person who kept her sane. She wasn't the future Alpha and CEO in his arms. She was a woman. Every day he showed her what love is- was. How to be completely happy and embodied by a deep sense of contentment.

Maybe in the darkest corners of her mind, she wished he hadn't left, that he hadn't changed. Arella wished that the throne of her clan had not been thrust upon her shoulders and she could still remain the same girl she was just five years ago, but she couldn't, and Loyshaw did leave. Specifically, he abandoned her, leaving her heartbroken and in charge of a company.