Anima Mea

CHAPTER 4

The moonlight was caressing night's pitch black hair, the shelter for owl's hooting and wolf's howling, while I was sitting on the bed, listening to these dark shrieking sounds.

„You don't like it, do you?" Alpha's voice pulled me out of the trance I was dragged into, willingly, by the darkness outside.

Playing with medium cooked steak and stewed vegetable stopped, hand of mine putting the cutlery down on the porcelain plate. „I'm not hungry, Alpha," his eyes darkened, golden specks almost gone, „Pardon me," placing almost untouched meal on the elegant nightable, I stood up, my aim clear: my escape room, the bathroom.

„Sit down, mate," I frooze, monster's grasp tight on my forearm, catching me, crushing my vision of relief, „Sit. Down." Growls erupted from his broad chest.

Pressure wolf's grip held burned painfully, forcing my form to obey, seating me between his legs, violently opening my mouth and putting piece of meat inside.

It was humiliating.

I felt like a child.

„Swallow," command spitted out with fury, causing me to flinch.

Intensity of his touch on my, now, scarlet cheeks increasing, making me obediently devour. „P-please," I started to cough, food stucked deeply in my throat, „please..." The rest of my pleading absorbed by the lack of air in burning lungs.

„Shhhh, little moon," Alpha's arms circled around my wide hips, plate lying on the silky sheets, „It's time for a shower."

Not able to react: kick, roar, bite or run...I was, out of breath, thrown on the marbled tiles, landing hard on back, my painful scream trapped between the beige walls of bathroom. I couldn't move, agony leaking in every cell in my body, feeling of fainting near, sable dots dancing before my eyes.

Strong arms gripped my cinnamon hair, forcing me into standing position. „Stop," I cried out, „stop, please."

The beast signed, false pain twisting his features into grimace. „I'm sorry, mate," long fingers releasing my hair, „but you deserved it."

Hoarse whisper came out of my dry lips: „W-what have I done?"

Alpha's chuckle rang through the ears of mine. „Disrespecting my orders is a death sentence," I gulped loudly, „but," giant palm slowly trailing down my alabaster neck, „I forgive you." His piercing eyes bore into my hazelnut ones, „So, moon, tell me," Alpha's fingers now deeply in my neckline, between my covered breasts, „When I will comand you to sit down, what are you going to do?"

„S-sit down," I stuttered helplessly.

„Good," our noses almost touching, his boiling breath on roseness of my mouth, „Now, stand still."

 Blackness of my pupils widened by the awareness of wolf's acts: ripping apart all of my clothes, leaving me totally naked, curvy body of mine on display.

„Oh, goddess," groans filled with lust resonating the room, „I can't wait to taste you, mate." Sly, perverse grin written on his face, making me shake in repugnance. Feeling of disgust increasing with every ticking sound of the clock.

„Look at me," I did what he asked me to, seeing his muscled physique in all of it's nudity: olive - toned skin contrasting the paleness all around us, scar: striking, large, transversal decorated his broad chest, adding a hint of danger to his appearance. The Alpha could be compared to the acient sculptures that were placed in the hall of Beta's house. He was breath-taking. „Look at what's yours," delicate pressure on my waist, almost loving touch awakened me from my observation.