One Night With The Alpha |18+✔

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Ilyas brings me my meals, just as Alpha Rakkon has said. It's not just scraps either, but a half portion which I don't really know what to do with since I've never eaten this must at one sitting.

No one else is aware of why Alpha Rakkon has done what he has, because by noon a few days later, Alpha Zenon slams his hands against the bars of the holding cell. I'm startled, crying out at the sudden sound as he stares at me through the bars.

Alpha Zenon snarls, "I should kill you as a gift for Alpha Rakkon...for whatever you did to land yourself in one of these cells...don't test what little patience I have for you whore."

I shake with each word he says, fear flooding me as I curl up back into one of the corners. He continues to stare at me, his intimidation tactics working when he tells me, "Perhaps I should gift you to his fiercest warriors, let them have you, do whatever they want," he pauses a moment before growling, slamming his hands against the bars again and causing me to jump, "or if the thinks that's insulting, I'll let every one of mine fuck you repeatedly until you don't even know your name."

Alpha Zenon doesn't say another word, leaving me alone while he heads up toward the main level. With the brief opening of the door, I can hear a celebration taking place, guessing this is probably the last day the Nightshade Prowlers Pack will be staying before the return to their territory.

My heat cycled through earlier this morning, but I still sit in the cell, locked away from the rest of the world. It's pitiful, because even though I was allowing others to fuck me, I wasn't being held captive in a holding cell.

It's nighttime, because I can hear loud and joyous laughter, more then likely drinking going on. The door to the basement opens and I catch sight of Diccan walking toward the cell door. He eyes me before he states, "Alpha Zenon and Alpha Rakkon are going over their final regards to the truce we have with them for another ten years..." he withdraws a key and my eyes widen, "...at the order of Alpha Zenon, you are invited to the celebration as per the requirement of all pack members. You will be a party favor for the elitist of warriors tonight from both packs."

Diccan unlocks the cell door, opening it and letting it stand wide while I remain sitting on the ground. I'm quiet as I say, "I don't want to go..."

"You're going to refuse a command from your alpha?" Diccan asks me and I feel like my soul is being torn by the command of both alphas. I have to listen to the one that rules me though, the one I'm bound to that can end my life with a simple command.

I rise to my feet slowly and I nod, stepping past Diccan as he tells me, "You should go clean up and try to look presentable."

Again, I nod silently, heading back into my bedroom while Diccan stands guarding the hallway. I'm quick in the shower, washing away everything the holding cell retained. He calls while I'm putting on clothes, saying, "Don't bother with a thong, just a skirt and a top will do."

I understand this, swallowing hard before I slip on a knee-length black skirt, pulling over a red shirt with writing on it over my bra. A few minutes later, when I look somewhat decent, I emerge from the bedroom and close the door behind me. Diccan looks me once over before he leads me down the hallway toward the basement door.

I try to steady my breathing, coming up onto the main level before Diccan turns to me and asks, "Do you need food?"

I shake my head and reply, "I'm not hungry."