The Alpha's Slave

The cottage was larger than her father's house with a pond on the left of it. She seemed astonished at the view, wondering if she was in a dream. The man underneath her chuckled again. "Finally, you're quiet now." He joked, before walking up to the door. He didn't put her down until they had made their way inside, not forgetting to lock the door behind them so she couldn't run away from them and end up in those woods again. Once her feet were safely on the floor, she attempted to run out of the door but failed miserably as she realized it wouldn't budge.

"What's your name?" The man questioned, eyeing her quizzically. She didn't answer, instead staring at him with rage in her eyes. "Honey, what is your name?" The woman asked, with a soothing tone that made the girl smile. She looked over to the woman and decided to answer her, since she reminded her of her mother at a much older age.

"Leah." The woman smiled brightly, happy with herself for finally getting something out of the girl. "Such a pretty name." She said, "You can call me Gengie and this is my grandson Forest." She gestured to the man. He currently had his hands stuffed in his pants pockets and was finding more interest in the wall. Leah took notice of his shy demeanor and wondered if he was really like the men from that night. They didn't seem as shy as he was currently acting. However, she knew that men were either horny or abusive due to her experiences, but she couldn't figure out what kind of man he was though.