Luna Raine

XLIV. Alpha with a Conscience

Raine's POV:

"How am I supposed to do this?" Leon question.

I look at him while fighting the burning sensation on my face. I held out my wrists. "Tie me up."

"How am I supposed to do this?" I cannot believe he doesn't know how to tie up a girl's wrists. I mean, it's not a bad thing, but I would assume he did it at least once. Somehow, I feel happy that he doesn't.

"Around the wrists." I want to add - duh - but I fought the urge to do it.

Leon looks at his belt then my wrists and back towards his belt. "Wouldn't it be more functional for me to use my necktie."

"Where's your necktie?"

"My bedroom."

I tilt my head, "Oh, throughout our fight. You had the time to go to your bedroom?"

Leon motioned his head back and forth, before nodding. "You make a valid point," he said. He inches towards me. The leather was oddly warm. Probably because it was around his waist merely seconds ago.

I stared at my hands while he wraps it around my wrists. My head moved up, "What is this?"

"I tied it."

"A boy scout can tie better than this."

"What's a boy scout?" he asks.

I forgot those boy scouts don't exist in this world.

"Tie it tighter. Firmer! Make me bruise." There is so much wrong with that sentence.

Leon tightens it.

"Tighter!"

He tightens it some more.

"Tighter!"

He tightens it more.

"Tigh- Oh, fuck!" My hands felt like it was about to fall off.

"Oh shit," he whispers. "Are you okay?"

I flop on the bed, "This is good. This is tight. Am I bruising?"

He examines my wrists, "No. I think you need to fight."

"Fight?"

"Yeah. You know, struggle. Move around."

I tried to move, but I couldn't. It hurts to move. I shook my head, "I can't do it. It hurts to move."

"That's the point," he replies.

I shook my head more, "I can't do it. Untie! Untie!"

He unties my wrists. There was a light shade of redness. "Your pain tolerance is really low."

I glared at him while rubbing my wrists. "It hurts to move around and bruise myself with that belt."

"If your tolerance is this low. How are you supposed to get bruises?"

I inhale a sharp breath and place my wrists out. "Hold my wrists and squeeze it."

"Wha-"

I shook my head, "I can't do it on my own. You need to do it."

The moment his flesh touches mine, millions of sparks seemingly invade my body. Our eyes meet each other. We look away. Leon squeezes my wrists.

"What was that?" I ask. "Hurt me!"

Leon exhales, "I don't feel comfortable doing this."

"What kind of Alpha are you?"

"An Alpha with a conscience."