CHAPTER 2

 I had finished cleaning the kitchen, under the guidance of Margaret. She was an Omega and an elderly servant, whom to my knowledge, was Hawthorne's most trusted maid. She had decided to help relieve me of some duties and had sent some maids to replace me.

“Take a break, Aurora. You will need it.” She said as she gave me a look of pity. She knew, they are knew that I’ve become Killeen’s new sex toy.

However, I refused. “Don’t worry. I will take my break, when I clean the Alpha’s room.” I informed her and hesitantly, she nodded and I headed toward Hawthorne's room.

The door to his room was barely closed and I could vaguely see inside the room. I waited, trying to listen as I wanted to know if he was in. I gave the door a light push and gulped, as I could see Hawthorne, half naked, with a towel wrapped around his waist. Luckily, he had his back turned to me and I slipped away from the door.

My breathing was ragged as I began to have dirty images, clouding my mind. I refused the temptation, but it was persistent. My will slowly began to waver. I decided to steal another glance and moving toward the door again, I peeped.

 As I glanced at his body, my eyes widened in awe. His muscular and hairy chest glistened with water, and his well-defined abs were incredibly attractive. A mesmerizing tattoo adorned his arm, extending from his shoulder to his elbow. The room's light enhanced the allure of his physique, making him glow as the water reflected off his skin.

His short black hair cascaded down his head, with a few strands gently resting on his forehead. It was more than just physical attractiveness that drew me in; there was an inexplicable pull, as if my inner wolf was urging me to mate with him, but I resisted those instincts.

Regrettably, my attempt to sneak a glimpse of him didn't go unnoticed. He caught me staring, and my eyes widened with apprehension before I quickly shut the door.

 “Don’t you dare think of running,” his deep and intimidating voice echoed in my ears, causing me to curse under my breath.

 Shit!

 I cursed inwardly as I realized there was no escape. With a deep breath, I mustered the courage to walk into the room, my eyes meeting his full, half-naked figure draped in a white towel around his waist. His clenched fist and the cracking sounds it produced sent a clear signal that trouble was imminent.

 “Why were you staring at me?" he demanded, leaving me momentarily speechless. I knew denying it might only provoke him further, so I cautiously stepped back, trying to come up with an excuse to avoid his anger.

 “Um... I uh... I wanted to clean the room, but you happened to be in here..." I stammered, my cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. I couldn't bear to meet his gaze directly.

 “And where are you going to?" he questioned sternly, causing me to freeze in my tracks. My eyes filled with fear, and my heart pounded in my chest, fearing the consequences of my actions under the watchful gaze of this man whose intentions were still a mystery to me.

 “Come closer.” He instructed and I was hesitant at first, but disobeying him would be like courting death. 

I stood there for a while, trembling with fear, before I approached Alpha Hawthorne, knowing that disobedience would lead to dire consequences. His cold gaze bore into me, silencing any words I wanted to utter. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt like a small prey cornered by a predator. The weight of his authority was suffocating, and I couldn't help but feel completely vulnerable in his presence.

 “I am extremely sorry, Alpha Hawthorne. Please forgive my rudeness…” I wanted to beg for mercy but his cold eyes made me shut my mouth. If looks could kill, I would be in pieces now.

 “Did I ask you to speak?” Hawthorne said with a voice that held a lot of pressure in it. My heart almost kept out of my chest and I was like a rabbit about to be devoured by a lion, “Since you stared at me when I was dressing up, you’ll have to bear the consequences.” He uttered and gestured for me to come even closer.

 His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I realized that my fate was sealed in that moment. With great trepidation, I inched even closer, my body tense with fear. The intensity of his presence was overwhelming, and I felt as though I was teetering on the edge of a precipice, about to plunge into the unknown depths of his power.

 What is his intention? What sort of punishment does he have in mind? Is he going to kill me? Or… or…

Various thoughts raced through my mind, each one more terrifying than the last. I tried to steady my breathing, but it was no use. My heart was pounding so hard that I could almost hear it in my ears.

 Suddenly, his next instruction surprised and confused me. "Get on your knees!" he ordered, and I obeyed without hesitation.

 My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, and I felt like a puppet being controlled by his every command. I knelt before him, my head at the same level as his waist, and I could feel his heated gaze boring into me.

He was standing right in front of me, his pelvis area so close to my face. I didn't need him to say anything more for me to know where this was heading. The realization filled me with both dread and shame, but I couldn't bring myself to resist. His dominance over me was absolute, and I was powerless to defy him.

 My inner wolf was basically pleading to be mated with by this man in front of me, and I was slowly getting aroused. It was such a sinful feeling, I thought, trying to fight the conflicting desires within me. I wanted to run away from him, yet my body betrayed me, responding to his presence in a way I couldn't control.

 Without further warning, Hawthorne took off his towel, revealing his thick, erect rod. My heart pounded even faster as I stared at him, feeling a mix of terror and unwanted arousal. I tried to suppress my instincts, but his proximity and dominance over me made it almost impossible.

 “M–Mr. Hawthorne… I–” I wanted to speak but when I looked at his face, it seemed cold and I shuddered.

 “I didn’t ask you to speak.” He said before running his hand down my face, “Now… I don’t need to tell you what to do, do I?” He said. My eyes widened and I looked at his face with shock, before looking at his half erect rod.

 I gulped hard and reluctantly put the rod into my mouth. I felt a lump in my throat as I gulped nervously, reluctantly obeying his command. The fleshy and hard member pulsated in my mouth as I used my tongue to massage it. 

However, Hawthorne didn't seem satisfied with my actions, and he firmly grabbed my head, thrusting his member deeper inside my mouth. The overwhelming sense of powerlessness left me feeling trapped and vulnerable.

 “Can’t you suck like a proper whore that you are?!” He said and kept thrusting his dick deep into my throat.

 “Mmmm… mmhmm.” I mumbled as I felt a bit suffocated and embarrassed. My face was red with embarrassment and my saliva drew from the sides of my mouth.

 “Look at me bitch.” He said and I couldn’t help but look at his face with teary eyes while he seemed to be enjoying fucking my mouth hole.

 He moaned and mumbled while he grunted and thrust faster. I felt the throbbing hardness of it against my tongue. The taste of pre-cum enveloped my senses, and I knew there was no escape from this compromising position

 “That’s it bitch. Suck that dick.” He said some embarrassing words that only made me partly embarrassed and partly horny.

 Suddenly, his dick began to pulsates and with a good push, he shot his hot load into the other end of my throat.