Alpha's Captive (Now censored)

41- Half broken

I had been clinging to my last shred of dignity, white-knuckling this mess with sheer willpower, I might have crashed and burned here and there but no matter what rancid tactics he employed or how hard this nasty ass bond pulled me towards him, I refused to fold, kept my chin up and stayed on my mighty horse, but he was done allowing me to do even that, it was now time to relinquish my self-respect.

I started unbuttoning my shirt to reach for his neck.

All things considered; this was an easy ultimatum. Julia's life in exchange for my pride, I'm getting off easy considering my track record of wilding out with zero thoughts.

He's been planning to fuck me since the minute he captured me, if I have to put myself on the chopping block and Julia would walk away unharmed, then so be it.

'If you manage to make me fuck you' I mean how hard can that be?

It doesn't take much to trigger him. If I just lose the clothes, he'd fold. He had already come dangerously close to crossing that line before. He had good self-control but my defiance helped a lot in keeping him focused on his anger rather than his lust, but if I switched tactics, if I deliberately tried to arouse him, his restraint would crack.

When my shirt hit the floor, his smirk widened, but as I reached for his neck to kiss him, he stepped away entirely, straightening to his full height.

The rejection knocked the wind out of my spiritual body.

I shook it off and stood up after him. By all means necessary Julia was coming off that damn wall. I was too short to reach for his neck; I needed him to bend down to me, I grabbed onto the fabric of his shirt but he wasn't budging. When I grasped at his wrist, trying to pull him closer, he looked away with an amused grin, ignoring my advances.

I whimpered in physical pain, feeling my stomach twist. It felt like getting bodied by my own emotions.

"Alpha..." I whispered and he chuckled, his eyes glancing down at my chest for a brief moment before he made himself look away again, making me realize this was a funny little game to him. A taunt.

Maybe this was his way of making a point, give me a taste of what I had done to him so many times, but for me, this was about someone's life, someone I cared deeply for, whom he was dangling in front of me, keeping the bait barely one inch out of my reach, not only hours had passed since another friend was taken from me. The stakes were too high, the pressure was crushing my heart. I was teetering on the edge, and I wouldn't be able to hold it together much longer.

"I'm not going to touch you," he finally looked my way, his hand put a strand of hair behind my ear gently, those words felt like a slap across the face, "You're going to have to make me.." He leaned in slightly, just enough for me to rise onto my toes and attempt to kiss him, but he pulled back at the last moment, standing tall again. My frustration boiled over, my breath escaping in an unsteady exhale.

Anxiety rippled through me. How many days until the end of the week? Four? Five? I didn't even know what day it was.

Before I could ask him how much time I had left to win his sordid game, a dry cough escaped my lips, drawing his attention instantly. His amused grin replaced by an attentive scowl, he then grabbed my shirt off the floor, put it around my shoulders and buttoned it before taking a hold of my elbow and pulling me along, away from the cell.

"Let me talk to her!" I protested, dragging my feet, unwilling to leave Julia behind.

"No," he replied coldly, "Come along."

I tried to resist, to no avail, he overpowered me, he was practically carrying me out of the basement and into a corridor I didn't recognize. This wasn't the pack house, everything was different.