The Alpha's Kitten

Chapter Two

"What do you want to talk about?" I ask playing dumb, not wanting to tell him why I was alone in the park. I already know he will be so mad about it and he scares me when he's mad.

"You already know, baby girl. But let's start with some easy questions first, okay?" He asks. I nod my head. "Which pack did you come from?"

"I don't know. I was really young when I was sent away."

"OKay. What is your last name?"

"Youngblood. One word," I giggle.

"I know it's one word, little one," He rolls his eyes. "Why did you get sent away from your pack?"

I gulp tears forming in my eyes, "My parents were killed by rogues. And none of the other pack members wanted me I guess. So the alpha put me in a very nice orphanage."

"Oh baby girl. I am so sorry," He hugs me tightly while silent tears slide down my face. "But you know, I have to ask you, why were you alone in the park?"

I shake my head not wanting to answer, "You'll get mad and scare me again." 

"Kitten, I didn't mean to scare you, I promise. But you have to tell me," I whine and bury my face into his chest.

"I aged out of the orphanage and decided to go to the only place I found peace and joy," I mumble into his shirt, feeling his chest rumble and his hands running through my hair. I could feel him relax some, so I snuggle deeper into him.

"How long have you been in the park then, little girl?"

"Umm... About three days I think," I say, but it comes out muffled.

He takes a deep breathe, "Eat and while you eat I will explain the rules." I grab a chicken nugget and start munching away happily, "Rule number one: Always refer to me as daddy." I choke on my food.

"Why in the hell would I called you daddy?" I my first curse word of the day, I try to limit myself to five of them a day. 

I get a sharp slap on my butt cheek, " You better watch that pretty little mouth of yours. I am a daddy dom and you are my little girl." 

I blush, " How did you know I was little? I was trying so hard not to let you know."

"Emily, darling. Everything about you screams little. From the way you cling to me, to the way you let me put you in the car seat, and the way you refused to eat your fruits and veggies. The way you respond to me," Hunter, I mean daddy, says making me blush even more.

"So, you want to be my daddy?"

"No Emily. I am your daddy," he states in a way that there is no room for an argument. "Now onto rule number two: Always listen to daddy. Rule number three: Never tell daddy no. Rule number four: Always ask permission to touch my princess parts. They belong to daddy and daddy only. Rule number five: Ask permission to cum. Rule number six: Do not talk to any males if daddy is not with you. If any of them try to talk to you come find daddy and he will take care of it.  You have permission to talk to Cody and my gamma, Cole. Rule number seven: You are to always use your words. Rule number eight: Daddy will always choose you outfits, unless told otherwise. Rule number nine: You are not to leave any room unless Cody, Cole, or myself are with you. Rule number ten: Tell daddy when something is bothering you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes daddy," I say while nodding my head. Hating that I had rules in the first place. If you didn't know I could be a brat. I already knew I would be breaking these rules.

"And if any of these rules are broken there will be consequences, and trust me you will not like them. So I'm warning you now, don't even think of being a brat." I roll my eyes thinking, to late. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Oh I've done it now.

"I'm sorry daddy," I try to act all sweet, even giving him my best puppy dog face. But it wasn't working, 'Damnit he's immune to the cuteness,' I think to myself.

"For rolling your eyes at me, you will go to bed early. Now I'm going to show you around the pack house," he stands up and places me on his hip, picking up the plates and setting them in the sink.

"Daddy, I hate to ask but can I take a shower first. I smell bad and I really need one," I ask, giving him a pleading look.

"Of course you can, Kitten. I'll have Alice bring you up some clothes," he carries me up to his room and walks straight into the bathroom. He sets me down and turns to turn on the water getting it warm. "Okay, baby girl, take off your clothes."

I blush shaking my head, "No I can't daddy. You have to leave," I try to push him out the door, but he just stands there. He grabs my hands in one hand and pulls my shirt off and growls when he sees my scars. Okay so maybe I lied when I said the orphanage was nice. The house was nice but the people not so much.

"Who did this to you? And don't you dare lie to me," He demands and I can tell his wolf is in control as I'm pushed against the wall, my hands still above my head. I start to wiggle trying to get away, he only tightens his grip slightly knowing I can't get away. I start to cry.

"I don't want to talk about it. I'm just going to say, the orphanage wasn't that nice on the inside, okay?" I feel him release my hands and pull me close I put my face in his neck and let out the sobs I was holding in. I vaguely hear him whispering sweet things to me. After about five minutes I was fully calmed down. "Can I still take that shower?"

"Yes, babydoll," He pulls my skirt and panties down before unhooking my bra. Daddy then picks me up and puts me in the shower, just when I was about to start washing the curtain pulls back again to revale a very naked daddy. I quickly cover my eyes, he chuckles as he gets in and stands behind me. "I'm going to wash your body and hair, Kitten. And that wasn't a question."

"But dadddyyy," I whine. I feel a smack on my bottom causing me to jump and almost slip. 

"If you had listen like a good girl, you wouldn't have almost fallen and daddy wouldn't have had to smack that sexy ass of yours," I blush bright red, noticing his arm was still around my waist from him stopping my fall. "Now stand still. I'm going to wash your hair," He grabs the bottle of shampoo and starts to massage it into my hair. I moan at the feeling, I've always liked my hair played with. "You like that, little one?"

"Yes daddy," I say, still enjoying myself. He rubs it in a little long then turns me around so he can rinse it my hair. He's standing so close I can feel his six pack brush against my chest. It was at that time I realized how much taller than me, he was. "How tall are you daddy?" 

"I'm 6'4" baby girl. How tall are you?" 

"Damn" I whisper to myself. "I'm barely 5'4" daddy."

"Aww that's why you are so cute, but you better watch your mouth. I'd hate to have to spank you the first day we met." I nod my head, starting to yawn. I always get sleepy after a shower. "Are you getting sleepy, Kitten?"

"Yes daddy. I always do after I take a shower." Daddy quickly finishes washing my body and his. He gets out first and wraps a towel around his sinfully gorgeous body. I try to crawl out of the ridiculously tall tub, but then I'm picked up being wrapped in a huge fluffy towel. Daddy carries me into his bedroom and there is girly clothes sitting neatly folded on the bed. Daddy sets me on the bed opening the towel and starts drying my little body off, then he puts lotion on it.

Daddy picks up some panties and pulls the tags off them before sliding them up my legs to my waist. But instead of putting the rest of the clothes on me, he goes to his closet and grabs one of his shirts and pulls that over my head. He quickly dresses in a pair of boxers, before crawling in bed and wrapping his arms around me holding me close.

"Go to sleep. It's already past your bedtime," I roll over and see that it's already eleven o'clock. Wow he must have been talking longer then I thought. 'It's funny how time flies when you are getting rules,' I thought sarcastically. "I heard that, Kitten. I thought I told you to go to sleep." I huff but close my eyes and soon sleep takes over.