Enslaved by the Alpha

Chapter 4

I curled into the chair, hopelessly watching him crush it in his half-shifted hand with a small, audible crunch, then raise it to his mouth and lick the remains off.

"I knew you smelt different." He narrowed his eyes as his hand shifted back, still coated in blood. I trembled in the chair, shaking it with my sobs. They worsened when he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up, slamming me onto his desk. My cries replaced with heaves after he knocked the wind clear out of my lungs.

My body was weak and shaken as I laid there, gasping for air. He had me by the waistband of my shorts in a haste, carelessly ripping them down to my knees to reveal the red-lace cheeky panties he had gotten me.

"Now it's time for your punishment, disobedient whore," He spat, pinning me down by the back of my neck.

"I'm sorry!" I sobbed. He pressed harder and I winced, feeling a sharp, piercing pain shoot through my throat.

"You think you can use my own son against me? That you can corrupt him? Did you think you were going to use that baby to get out of a life with me? Were you going to use it to expose me?" He snapped, gripping the silver necklace and pulling until he had me clawing at his desk and the chain-links. The necklace was so tight against my skin it was starting to embed and I couldn't breathe.

"For a creature who can live to see everything, you are nothing but stupid! Do you really think my son is on your side? He's playing you. He'll never be your ally! This pack will never live peacefully beside your cowardly King. You've gone through the same thing with three Alpha's so far, one would think you were smart enough by now to realize you're never getting free."

He scoffed and dropped the necklace, releasing the pressure around my throat. I gasped, sliding down onto the black and white rug in front of his desk, heaving for air.

The back of his hand hit the side of my face and I fell onto my side, holding my stinging cheek. I didn't get to look up before he gripped my hair and smashed my head into the corner of his desk. The loose objects sitting on top rattled and I let my face hit the floor, whimpering helplessly.

He grabbed my t-shirt, tearing it off my torso with one hard rip. Then he grabbed the shorts already halfway down my legs, slipping them effortlessly off. All that remained was my underwear.

I tried to crawl away, but his hand wrapped around my ankle and he picked up my lower body. Everything from my ribs up stayed on the floor as I desperately threw my arms around, trying to grab onto anything that'll stop him from taking me.

"I'll give it back! I'll tell him I changed my mind!" I cried, my body rushing with adrenaline and fear.

He gave my ankle a painful yank and my body slid between his legs. I rolled onto my back to better defend myself and he dropped to his knees which planted just below my hips, restricting my legs. His pelvis hovered over my thighs, trapping me under him to undo his belt.

I aimlessly clawed at him, realizing he was too low for me to reach, so I sat up, making immediate contact with his left cheek.
He slammed my back into the floor with a thud, pinning me down with his belt. His hands wrapped around my wrists, pressing the end of the thick leather strap into my skin. The belt crossed my cheeks and covered my mouth, digging into my face and pushing into my teeth.

He leaned down, holding his upper bodyweight on my wrists. My tears never slowed and my body continued to quake underneath him. His bleeding face hovered inches above mine, leering down at me with his honey eyes.

"Oh, sweetheart," he cooed, a crooked smile lifting his lips. "I'm going to leave you wishing you didn't just do that."

Pushing off my wrists, he snapped the belt and dared me to make another move with his eyes. I refused to inch from the position he left me, breathing shakily.