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ELARIAN

“...Only I would have access to your body, no one else…” Aeros' words echoed in my mind for the umpteenth time that morning. I had just awakened and was preparing for the usual opulent breakfast.

It had been a full week since Aeros and I had been intimate, and he had proposed a peculiar arrangement for me to become his pet and live under his roof. When I woke up beside the incredibly attractive man that day, with vivid memories of the most extraordinary amazing sex I had ever experienced, I couldn't bring myself to leave.

He offered the contract, and I accepted, drawn to the intoxicating control he wielded over my body. It might sound twisted, but there was something about the danger he represented that exhilarated me. I craved more of the time we shared, and the only path to that was through accepting his proposal.

Initially, the thought of leaving had crossed my mind, but I had no destination other than returning to the two people I never wanted to see again. I didn’t care about all he had to offer, aside from his dick and the solace his mansion would provide. His home would shield me from the harsh reality that awaited me back in my pack.

I desired him, and if the only means to have him was to be his pet, then so be it.

Corey and Chloe had shattered my trust in love, and I no longer desired any part of it. I believed that engaging in a sexual relationship with the Alpha would provide the ultimate distraction, or so I thought. Consequently, I willingly entered into a contract with him, giving little consideration to the potential complications that might arise later.

Aeros assured me that everything I needed would be provided for in his pack, eliminating any necessity for me to return to my previous pack. I felt a wave of relief, as I never wanted to encounter my best friend and former mate again.

I was aware that Aeros was associated with luxury, but I was unprepared for the extent of his wealth. His mansion was furnished with top-of-the-line personnel from the military, and the architectural design was incredibly modern. If I hadn't known better, I would have doubted that it was a pack of wolves living in this place.

Aside from the powerful allure of his physical control over my body, the underlying reason I consented to become his companion was my desperate need to conceal the agonizing pain that had torn through my heart when I discovered Corey and Chloe together.

During that night I spent with him, it was as if the distressing incident had never occurred. He introduced me to the intoxicating sensation of being desired, a craving that consumed me every day.

I must admit, the man's prowess in bed is truly remarkable. It's as though he possesses an innate understanding of how to please and touch me, making him seem like a consummate lover.

So, if having a sexual relationship with him while being tagged as his pet could rekindle those feelings and help me forget the painful experience with Corey, then I was willing to do it repeatedly.

My presence in the mansion triggered a variety of reactions, along with questions and suspicions about my identity. However, well aware of their Alpha's ruthlessness, no one dared to question me directly.

"Miss, the bath is ready," the young maid responsible for attending to my needs announced as she emerged from the luxurious bathroom in my room.

I nodded and rose from the bed.

She patiently waited for me in a corner of the room, holding my clothes, while I made my way into the bathroom. After she had helped me put on my robe and secure my hair in a bun. I knew she would wait out here until I was done, and I thought it wouldn't be considerate for her to continue standing. I turned around to face her and suggested.

"You can sit on the bed while you wait; it would be more comfortable." I accompanied my words with a friendly smile, but she didn't meet my gaze. She kept her head bowed and her hands at her side.

"No, thank you, miss," she responded with a chilly tone.

I let out a sigh and closed the door behind me. She had been like this since her first day attending to me, just like everyone else in the mansion. It was clear that she didn't hold me in favor, and it was frustrating because I couldn't pinpoint what I had done to deserve her disapproval.

Following a quick shower, I returned to the room, where she gently seated me in front of the opulent dressing mirror and started combing my hair.

I stole a glance at her slender face in the mirror, contemplating what I had rehearsed in the bathroom. She didn't seem open to answering any questions she wasn't obligated to, so I decided it was best to keep quiet for now.

I couldn't keep my curiosity at bay any longer; I had to speak up at some point, and I decided to do so now.

"About the Alpha," I began slowly, and she froze when she heard me mention 'Alpha' "Have you seen him around lately? I mean, I haven't seen him for a really long time, and I'm wondering if you might know where I could find him or..."

"He's invited you to dinner tonight," she suddenly blurted out. I hadn't expected her to respond to me, but she did, and it filled me with happiness. "I'm not supposed to inform you about it, so I'd really appreciate it if you kept quiet about it," she added.

I nodded almost immediately, a wide grin stretching across my face. Excitement surged through me at the thought of seeing him again, and that excitement turned into a pleasurable sensation that gathered between my thighs. I had to squeeze my legs together to keep myself composed.

We both fell silent once more, and she continued fixing my hair. Curiosity was gnawing at me, and since she was the only familiar face in the mansion with whom I could have a conversation, I had no choice but to talk to her about it.

"Do you hate me?" I inquired further, but she stopped brushing my hair and met my gaze directly in the mirror.

Her bold stare made me feel uncomfortable, and I was forced to look away.

"They don't hate you; they're just afraid of you," her suddenly soft and calm voice whispered confidently, taking me by surprise.

"Afraid of me? How?" I asked, disbelief evident in my tone. "I'm just a fragile, small-framed woman who can't even defend herself."

"Yet he brought you here," the maid said with a raised brow. She touched my chin and lifted it up, making me look her squarely in the eye. "If he didn't see something in you, he wouldn't be interested in you. That's just who the Alpha is."

I scoffed at how much her words sounded like a mockery to me. "Just in case you don't know, I'm here as his... Fuck toy, nothing more. I'm too much of a coward to face my reality, so I'd rather stay here with a man who provides me with... unbelievable pleasure, as his pet."

"Hmm but no one thinks of you as that, they see you how different,” she said and I scoffed.

”Different!? How?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“They think you're here to replace her; that's why they treat you like this," she said with a sigh, and I frowned.

"Replace who?"

"The woman who used to be the lady of the mansion," she said with a broad smile as if she could still see the woman she was talking about. "She had the brightest smile in the whole world and was the kindest person I had ever met. She brought out the best in him, but then she died, and things changed. A dark aura settled over him, and he... he became someone else," she explained.

"What happened to her?" I inquired.

It was surprising to learn that Aeros had a mate once, and I was curious to know what had transpired that led to him becoming the subject of the horror stories mothers told their children at night.

"We are forbidden to talk about it in the whole pack," she said, and I noticed her eyes widening with fear in the mirror.

"Correct," a terrifying voice said sharply from behind us. It was only then that I noticed the third person in the room. "And you just broke that rule," he added with a growl.

His eyes blazed with rage as he glared at the maid. I was frozen in place by the shock of his sudden appearance as he grabbed her and forcefully dragged her out of the room.

Her screams and pleas fell on deaf ears as he tossed her to one of the guards stationed in front of my door, and then he slammed my door shut. The force he used nearly took the door off its hinges, and it wasn't until he stood in front of me that I snapped out of my trance.

"Another rule, don't go around asking questions you shouldn't ask," he said with a low yet dangerous voice.

I nodded rapidly, but he frowned at that. "Speak," he ordered, and I complied.

"Yes," I responded, and he growled disapprovingly. "Yes, master," I quickly added, and the growls stopped immediately.

He turned around to leave the room, but I said something that made him stop. However, he didn't turn around to face me.

"What are you going to do to her?" I asked, a shiver running down my spine.

"What did I say about asking questions you shouldn't ask?"

"Then at least tell me why you've kept me locked up in here without a single word. I thought you said my body would belong to you and you alone. What am I supposed to do when the body becomes needy and the owner chooses to ignore it?"

I knew I sounded really pathetic, but I didn't care. As long as it satisfied the burning desire in me to have him between my legs again and to ease the memories of Corey in my head.

This time, he turned around and pinned me with a stare. It was the kind that stripped me naked in front of him. For some reason, I suddenly became unable to hide even my deepest, darkest secrets whenever he looked at me that way.

"What do you want?" He asked with a firm voice, and his eyes never left mine.

"I want you to fuck me, master," I said without a second thought.

I probably shouldn't have said that, but I did, and he didn't respond immediately. He just stared at me with an expression I couldn't quite understand.

Within the blink of an eye, he had closed the space between us. He gripped my hair and pulled my head backwards so that I was forced to look up at him. With his grip on my hair, he led me to the bed and tossed me onto it.

He joined me on it and lifted my dress, practically tearing away my panties and when he felt the wetness hidden underneath, he moaned his approval.

"So wet, all mine," he whispered into my ear, brushing my earlobe with his lips as he stroked my clit. I tossed my head backwards in pleasure, clamping my hands over my mouth when he tweaked my nipple through my dress, stimulating a pleasure that shot through my entire body with remarkable speed.

He growled.

"Don't hold back your moans, Elarian. I want to hear you moan, and I want this entire building to drown in your screams as I fuck you to ecstasy." His deep, dark, husky voice carried an air of dominance that had my core throbbing with liquid.

"Fuck!"

I moaned when he latched his mouth onto mine, but he suddenly pulled away and got up from the bed.

"Get dressed; you're to have your breakfast in your room today, and you're not allowed to step out of this room until I say so," he said to me coldly as he walked towards the door.

I was speechless as I watched him walk through the door and slam it shut.

It was just unbelievable. I was lying here on the bed, wet, wide open, and throbbing to feel him inside of me, but he just walked out on me as if he had not made me like this.

I was so horny that even my body was trembling. Unaware of my own actions, my hands slowly ran down the length of my body to my wetness.

I bit down on my lip and stifled a moan. Just as I was about to shove a finger inside of myself with the same force that he would have used, the door flew open, and he was standing right there again.

His eyes were on my finger, which was right at the entrance of my wetness. I should have been scared, and I should have struggled to get myself together, but I didn't.

Instead, with his eyes fixed on my body, I pushed a finger in and moaned out loud. I pounded into myself with such ferocity that I didn't think I possessed, while he watched me from the door, silently.

His hungry eyes didn't leave my body for a second. When it was so obvious that I was on the verge of climax because my toes dug into the bed, and I increased my speed, he suddenly spoke.

"Stop," he ordered with a calm yet firm tone, and I don't understand why, but I stopped immediately.

Even though I was on the verge of a climax that I desperately needed, I obeyed him and stopped. It was as if my body had already been wired to obey him, and it made no sense.

I had just met the man, yet I was like this.

"Please…" I whispered pathetically as I gasped for air. I was literally pleading for him to let me climax when I was the one with the finger buried inside of myself.

"Pull that finger out, clean yourself up, and have breakfast. You are not to touch yourself without my permission ever again," he said authoritatively, totally ignoring my pleas.

"Please…I…I want to…" I stammered, but he cut me off.

"The next time you break a rule, I won't be so calm with you," he stated.

With that said, he took a step back and closed the door again.

I knew he wouldn't come back, and the orgasm that had been bubbling to the surface earlier had died down. So with a deep sigh, I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

The pent-up frustration that had piled itself up inside of me could have been released with an orgasm, but he had taken that away from me.

As I turned on the faucet, I heard the door open and the voices of two maids filled the room as they brought in my breakfast.

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