In Debt To The Ruthless Alpha

CLARK

"You don't have to do this," I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper, my eyes squeezed shut as tightly as I could manage. My heart thudded painfully against my ribs.

"Why wouldn't I, Clark? Aren't you glad to see the real me?" Cadmus asked coldly, his tone sharp and unyielding.

"No, please, stop this nonsense," I begged again, my voice trembling now, breaking under the weight of humiliation.

But the sounds around me wouldn't stop. The wet rhythm of bodies moving, the soft moans turning into harsh gasps, the scent of sweat and desire thickening the air—it was suffocating. I didn't need to see. My imagination already painted enough to shatter me.

"That's disappointing. It's a wonderful sight, Clark. It's a waste that you wouldn't able to witness this," His words were like knives, dripping with mockery.

Reluctantly, I opened my eyes, tears already burning the corners before I could even see. I had no idea what I was thinking, but my lids lifted anyway—and then I wished they hadn't.

The sight before me punched the air from my lungs. Cadmus lounged in a massive, throne-like chair, his dark hair falling over his eyes, his eyes were crimson red, far from his usual piercing blue eys, and his expression was unreadable as four women knelt before him. They were taking turns worshiping his body, touching him, pleasing him, their movements slow and practiced, like this was their sole purpose.

My stomach lurched. My heart splintered. Tears slid down my cheeks without permission. This wasn't the Cadmus who'd held me. This wasn't the man who'd looked at me like I was different. This was an Alpha who didn't care if he broke me.

Why? I thought desperately. Why are you doing this to me? Was it because I said I loved you? Was that my mistake?

The ropes around my wrists burned as I fought against them, but it was no use. I was bound—just like I was bound to this moment of betrayal.

The quiet murmurs from the women became louder moans. Desperate cries filled the room like a twisted symphony. Their gasps mixed with his low, guttural sounds of pleasure until the walls seemed to vibrate with it.

"Oohh... yes, Alpha! More! Harder!" one of them cried out, her voice breaking.

"Open your eyes, Clark," Cadmus ordered again, his voice a growl between his heavy breathing. "Watch me. Watch me as I take them."

But I couldn't. I shut my eyes tighter, tears streaming down, the noise around me clawing at my sanity. I didn't need sight to know what was happening. The creaking of the chair, the slick sounds, the heavy breathing—they painted everything more vividly than my eyes could.

And then—

"Aaahhhh..." A loud groan escaped Cadmus' lips, deep and raw. Then silence. The moans cut off abruptly, replaced by the sound of heavy footsteps. They came closer and closer until I could feel his presence standing directly in front of me, towering over me like a storm.

"You see, Clark," his deep baritone rolled over me like thunder. "This is why you can't love me. My heart already belongs to someone else."

My head snapped up, anger and despair mixing in my veins like poison. My voice shook, but I forced the words out anyway.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I desperately asked.

His face darkened, his jaw tight, his eyes flashing like a predator cornered. He pushed the woman sitting on top of him and walked towards me. He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look at him. His grip was cold, unyielding.

"You're not her, and you will never be her," he said, each word like a blade.

"I have no plan of being her replacement!" The words burst from me, wild and raw. "I wanted to be Clark, a woman who only wanted to be part of your life, as me!"

"Shut up!" he snapped, his voice a roar that echoed against the walls. The women behind him flinched but stayed silent.

He leaned in, his breath hot against my face, his eyes like frozen steel. "There's nothing you can do that can change my mind. I can only love Kate, and that's a fact."

With that, he let go, shoving my chin away as though touching me burned him. He turned sharply, the four women scurrying after him like shadows. The heavy door slammed behind him with a finality that made me flinch.

I was left alone, still tied to the chair, my tears dripping onto the floor, my chest aching as though my heart had been physically torn apart.

All I ever did was tell him I loved him. And this was my punishment.

Right now, my love for him hung by a thread, fraying under the weight of humiliation and heartbreak. This was my last straw.

If he was not capable of loving anyone but Kate, then I saw no reason to stay.

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