Fantasy: Short Stories

ELARA

I wiped my tears with the back of my aching hand, the broken fingers on my right already swollen amd trembling and pulsing with pain. But I didn’t dare stop scrubbing.

Riva’s voice still echoed in my ears with cruel laughter as the rest of her friends joined in circling me like predators. They had pulled at my clothes and called me a mutt, a “pack rat” and shoved my face into the fountain outside the training ground in front of everyone.

Not that humiliation was new because I’d been spat on since I was twelve. But this one had clawed through my skin and curled around my bones. This one shattered something.

Maybe it was because I truly believed her for once. I believed Riva when she said she wanted to help me. That she wanted to “fix my reputation” by letting me work inside the Alpha’s mansion. Said I could make a better life to start over.

She lied, of course. Riva lies better than she breathes. She only brought me here to crush me closer. And she knew I wouldn’t speak a word of what I’d seen that night (her tangled between two women in the Beta’s quarters panting and moaning their names). It is prohibited in the pack!

If I told anyone she’d be disgraced or maybe even cast out. This old fashioned pack doesn’t allow for anything that doesn’t end in mating bonds and pups but I wouldn’t tell.

Not because I feared her but because no one would believe me anyway. And I’d take the punishment in her place like I always do.

I should’ve looked away thay day. I should’ve turned around the second I heard the moan thay was soft and breathy and full of pleasure not pain. But I was in the pack house laundry wing and I’d dropped a sheet. It slid halfway under the door to the old guest room no one ever used.

And when I bent to grab it, I heard it again. It was the moan but longer this time and even wet. I don’t know how a sound could sound wet but it did. I pressed my ear to the crack which was foolish and stupid but something inside me was already tightening, already aware this was something I shouldn’t hear.

Then the door creaked open just a sliver but enough. I didn’t breathe or even blink at the sight.

Inside the room, the curtains were drawn but enough moonlight spilled across the bed to highlight the pale perfect curve of Riva’s ass all bare and glistening and rising and falling like she was caught in heat.

One girl that was blonde and petite was between her legs, face buried there like she couldn’t get enough. The other was dark skinned with thick curly hair and the perkiest breasts I’d ever seen was kissing Riva’s neck from behind her hands groping and squeezing and pinching.

Riva moaned again so high pitched and desperate. Her back arched and her legs trembled. I could see everything from her slick folds shining in the low light dowm to her hips rocking against the girl’s tongue and her mouth slack as she panted their names.

Then they shifted and the blonde girl climbed up and the other lay beneath her. Riva settled between them, her thighs sliding over the girl on bottom until their cores aligned wet to wet.

They started scissoring (don’t ask how I know that). Goddess! I didn’t even know what that meant until then.

But I watched because I was paralyzed my eyes wide and body buzzing as Riva threw her head back and grinded moaning loud and unashamed. Their slick folds slid together, soaked and shining, the sounds of wetness and breathy gasps bouncing off the walls.

Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm with breasts bouncing and fingers gripping, sweat beading across flushed skin. Riva had always been cruel and vicious . But at that moment she was radiant and beautiful and feral.

And I I had never been more confused. I hated her and hated her for how she treated me. Hated her for how perfect she looked and how smooth her skin was and how pink and sensitive her nipples were as one of the girls sucked them like candy. And I hated how my body reacted.

I squeezed my thighs together that day too then backed away quietly. And tried not to think about it again but I did. I always did.

Even now scrubbing floors in her mansion all bruised and bleeding, I could still see Riva’s flushed face as she came her back arching and legs locked while the girls moan beneath her.

And she knows I saw me that’s why she keeps me close. Not because she feared I’d tell but because I reminded her of it and she’d rather destroy me than admit she liked the way they made her beg.

My knees burned from hours of scrubbing. My palms throbbed but the tile floors of the Alpha mansion felt colder than snow.

“I want every bathroom spotless, mutt. With those hands or you’ll lick them clean next.” She spat hours ago after breaking my fingers herself.

Five bathrooms!!!

Five pristine and oversized and ridiculously gilded bathrooms in this cursed mansion, each one bigger and colder than the last. I had finished three. My knees were raw and my back screamed and my fingers were still swollen and aching where Riva had bent them back until I heard the snap. They twitched with every scrub like they didn’t belong to me anymore.

I have only two more to go. I pushed the cleaning trolley forward dragging it beside me as I stumbled along the east wing corridor. This part of the mansion was almost eerily quiet, the kind of silence that sinks into your skin and makes your own breath sound tpo loud.

Most of the house had gone to sleep by now. The staff quarters were silent amd even the guards had disappeared from this side. I reached the last door. My fingers trembled as I gripped the handle witj every bone in my hand aching and my muscles barely obeying me.

My thoughts were a messamdstill scattered from earlier. Still caught in the sound of laughter and Riva’s voice dripping with venom as she shoved me onto the courtyard floor, mud clinging to my uniform and blood in my mouth.

My lips still hurt from where she slapped me. I didn’t even cry in front of her this time. I waited until I was alone. I pushed the door open and the world stopped moving. There was someone already inside and it was definately not a maid or even a guest.

It was Alpha Kael!!!

The ghost and the LEGEND. The man no one speaks to unless summoned. The one I’d never even seen before at least not properly. Only in shadows or whispers or in stories told with trembling lips and lowered eyes.

He was there in the enormous marble tub sunken into the floor, water sloshing lazily around his thighs. There were no bubbles or steam. Just the quiet hum of something low coming from the massive screen mounted on the wall. It was a scene playing out woth moans and gasps and soft wet sounds. P**n!

I blinked but he didn’t. His head was tilted back lazily against the tub and his eyes half lidded and mouth slack with something close to boredom. His hand moved slowly and unapologetically, along the thick, veiny length of his cock. It was sooo long and rigid glistening like it had been carved from heat and sin.

My heart didn’t just stutter but it stopped entirely. His cock was monstrous if I have ever seen one. I had no frame of reference. I’d never seen one in reality only stiff diagrams in dusty textbooks the pack school forced on us where everything was clinical.

There was nothing clinical about this because it was obscene like a weapon or punishment. My mouth parted in a silent breath as my gaze locked on the swollen tip, thick with need and twitching slightly as he stroked himself with casual cruelty.

Like he wasn’t even trying to get off and it was just something to pass times. And then he looked at me. He wasn’t even startled or embarrassed just still.

He didn’t pause his movements or even flinch or cover up. His expression didn’t change. Just that same blank heavy lidded gaze as his hand continued to glide slowly, deliberately up and down his cock ams slick sounds echoing in the marble space.

I wanted to run but I couldn’t move. My feet were frozem and my spine locked but something deeper and shameful and slick and wrong came alive. Heat surged low in my belly anf a burst of wet warmth between my thighs.

I squeezed them together instinctively, trying to stop it. But it was already too late. His gaze dipped and he saw everything. From the subtle shift of my body to d tightening of my jaw and the desperate twitch of my fingers against the cleaning cart.

He knew but the slow smirk I expect didn’t come. That would’ve been easier. Instead he just kept watching me like he was watching a fly land on his glass all dispassionate as if I wasn’t even a person. And his voice when it finally came dragged over my skin like velvet and drawn out like it took effort to speak.

“You don’t belong here girl.”

I jusped like he’d struck me but my breath caught in my throat. I blinked hard fumbling for words to say to an Alpha.

“I got lost…..”

Pathetic because my voice cracked like I hadn’t used it in days. It was a lie and we both knew it but he didn’t challenge me.

He just looked down my body not with lust and not the way young wolves at the pack house did. No, his gaze was slow and heavy and calculating like he was deciding whether I was worth breaking.

He looked at my bruised knees fhen trembling hands. The collarbone sticking through my thin uniform blouse. He looked like a god perched on his throne so wet and naked and gloriously powerful. I was filth in front of him.

And then he said the words that made my stomach drop and pulse race all at once.

“Then come help.”

Help??? I froze since he didn’t clarify but he doesn’t need to. Does he?? I should’ve left and back out or apologized amd begged for forgiveness. I should’ve dropped to my knees and scrubbed the floor with my tears like Riva expected but I didn’t.

Because in that moment and that small and dizzying moment I wanted him to want me. I wanted someone even a cruel and cold man like him to see me as more than dirt underfoot.

My legs moved without permission and move one step into the room then another. The heat from the lights above made my skin itch also the scent of him hitting me like a wall. Clean soap and something darker that is deep and almost musky wolf and male and danger.

My hand trembled as I reached for the door to close it behind me the sound of it clicking echoing louder than anything else in the room. His eyes tracked the movement lazily.

I was shaking and every inch of me trembled. And yet I kept walking. Because Alpha Kael (the man with the power to kill me with a word) had just told me to help. And something deep and dark and forbidden inside of me wanted to be useful.

Wanted to be used.