The Alpha's Creed

5.I'm Going to Die💫

She was going to die.

She was officially a prisoner of war.

She was very horny, and that was all thanks to...

.... speaking of the fucking devil.

"If you don't let me out of this fucking cell this very minute, I shall kill you last. Slowly and very painfully."

Octavia yelled the moment she saw him pull a chair up and sat in front of her cell. During the "ride", and by the way that ride, she means being tossed over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. And any time she tried to wiggle out of his arms, she would slap her ass and smirk like the goddamn King of Sheba. How she wanted to kill him.

"And why would I do that, at this point, I'm trying to decide whether to fuck you or kill you or a combination of the two."

Atlas said honestly as Octavia held onto the bars. The cell was cleanly kept, and a cot was in the right-hand corner of the cell instead of a bed. On the opposite side, there was a toilet.

"If you let me out, we can test that theory out."

Octavia said as Atlas continued smirking at her.

"You have quite a tongue on you. I think I can think of much better uses for it."

Atlas said as Octavia rolled her eyes at his masochist.

"I would rather die."

Octavia said as Atlas reached into her neck and pushed her face against the bars. He reached forward and whispered in her ears.

"That can most definitely be arranged."

Atlas said as he inhaled sharply. The scent of lavender permeated the air. Atlas pushed her away with such force that she stumbled and fell on her ass in the cell.

"Fuck, I know you don't like me, I don't like you either, but that's no way to treat a lady."

Octavia said as she got up and dust off her clothes.

"I don't see a lady. I treat you like you deserve to be treated like my whore."

Atlas teased as at that moment; a brilliant idea came to Octavia. She had on most of her clothes, and he had two guards stationed outside her cell 24/7 as if she was the only prisoner in this god-forsaken place.

"Then maybe it's time I start acting like one, don't you agree."

Octavia teased as she zipped down the front of her leather suit. 'She wouldn't fucking dare.' Atlas wondered as he kept eye contact with what she was up to. He watched her as she shrugged off the jacket and let it fall to the floor. 'She wasn't wearing a bra.' That was his first thought as he saw her perky double D's spill from her chest. 'Fuck.' The word spilled from his lips. The Goddess sure took her time creating this one.

His guards Mateo and Ezra gather around to watch the show that she was putting on. His mate, his woman was naked in front of other men. He felt like he was going to burst a blood vessel in his brain. This woman was going to be the death of him. Mateo and Ezra had their tongues hanging out of their mouth.

"Are you boys enjoying the view?"

Octavia asked as Atlas growled so furiously that the bars of the cell rattled. 'What the fuck was she thinking?' She belonged to him. How dare she allow someone else to see what belonged to him. What was his to claim?

"Get the fuck out."

Atlas growled calmly yet so menacing that Mateo and Ezra ran out of there like their ass was on fire.