ALPHA

The whip cracks down onto my exposed back; and my agonising scream pierces the air. The figure behind me grunts with effort as he lifts his toned and tattooed arm an brings the whip back down. As the thick leather slap my skin, i know my bone is beginning to show through the blood that pours down my back.

I see the sun's rays begin to peek over the horizon of trees; and the leather whips my exposed flesh again.

"Oh your poor, poor mate. Stuck with a weak, pathetic omega. Look it's almost your birthday and your mate can finally find the weak runt he is destined for." He whispers into my ear, I feel his breath leave its trace on my neck. He stands back up and pulls his arm back, laying another harsh lash on my shaking form.

"I-I'm sorry A-Alpha."

"I sure fucking hope so, dumb bitch."

The sun finally peaks from the tree line, and suddenly there is a change in the air. Instead of smelling the rotting stench of my blood imbedded in the walls, I smell the most glorious smell of masculinity and mint.
There's a pause in the Alpha's movements as he goes to flick his wrist and connect the end of the leather with my back.

Suddenly the whip falls next to my head that is tucked between my knees. I flinch from the devilish device and whimper. I hear a thud behind me and Alpha is on his knees reaching out to me with the most caring and loving expression on his devilish face.

"Mate."