The Domineering Demeanor of the Alphas

"Truly you don't mean that, Sarah. You have to stay with us," James struggled with his breathing as if he was controlling how to keep a self composure at the sight of this beautiful, cream colored exposed skin on their bed.

Sarah shivered at his gravelly tone. He had to be kidding. Joking. Something! This is all too weird. Continuing to convince herself that this whole thing is just a dream seemed hopeless as the other three shadows crept upon the moonlight that illuminated from the window behind her white canopy bed.

Or their white canopy bed.

"P-Please let me go-"

"We can't do that, baby. You got no choice. We decided on you and that's final," a low and husky voice that contrasted with her honeyed yet shaking tone came from an already shirtless, towering 6 ft 3 with disheveled nightmarish black hair streaked with brown here and there.

"Stay here with us, Sarah. That way everything will be alright," another said in a rough and smoky manner. Him with the strikingly lightning silver hair with lines of grey showered. God, all their heights are so freakishly tall. The young girl who only stood 5 ft 5 shook in nervousness and fear.

"Or... Or else what?" Sarah managed to gather her vocabulary once more as she was just lying there on the bed, trying her best to cover herself up with the soft heavy blanket that covered the entire bed.

Suddenly out of a flash, the last shadow who had not spoken, made his way towards next to her. His long and elegant fingers stretched out, hooking themselves on the hem of the blanket to prevent the poor girl from going any further to hiding her exposed body.

His eyes, so entrancing and deep, then almost took the girl's breath away at how they were flickering from normal brown to blood red like static on TV. Her heart beat tattoo as if she couldn't breathe at all. All of them eyeing her like the predator ready to taste the fresh meat of their innocent prey.

"Or else princess, we'll just have to fuck the life out of you."