Chapter 14

Alpha Alfonso’s POV

“Oh, that deal from hell where I become your sex and breeding slave till you are tired of fucking me to a pulp,” she flares up all of a sudden. She doesn’t act like a person who is recovering from a coma

"Let’s not call you a slave,” I say as I put my neatly folded jean trousers fresh from laundry into my box. “Partners is a better term,” I try my best to stay calm

"Partner?" She laughs bitterly, suddenly gaining strength and taking that evil stance she takes when she wants to argue. "Is that what you call it when you force yourself on unconscious women?"

"I told you what happened that night."

"You told me you knotted me. You told me I might be pregnant. But you never told me I consented. You know what you are…?"

"You begged me to help you,” I cut her short. Damn! She has started again. Too loud. Too stubborn. Too argumentative. She didn’t even appreciate the fact that I killed for her.

"Help me, not knot me! There's a difference!"

"The result is the same."

She wants to hit me. I see how chest rises unfold rapidly like an angry gorilla. I can see it in her eyes too. I notice the way her hands clenches into fists. But she knows she can't win a physical fight with me. I know she thinks about what happened to the previous night as she goes back.

"Fine! What would my life be like when I go there" she asks through gritted teeth.

"You'll live separately from me. You'll work to feed yourself. You'll have no contact with the outside world. And as I said before any children born from our arrangement belong to me completely."

“First of all, I will not work. I have never had to do that and I will not do that not when you are going to be fucking me as you will!” she yells and I flinch a bit. I promise myself to control my temper this time. “When an Alpha fucks an omega, he drains her strength. You cannot drain all my strength and still force me to work”

“That makes sense,” I nod

“Secondly, I will live in the pack house; in a quarter very comfortable, not even in the servant quarters.”

I nod again

“I will be treated like any normal wolf. Nobody would castigate me for being an Omega…”

“But you are an omega,” I can’t help but cut in

“Just agree to it and don’t cause a fuse,” Bimbo cuts in. “The both of you need to leave as soon as possible, so cut the crap without these ‘deal’ bullshit”

“I am going to be treated like a normal wolf!” she rebels as her usual self would

“Okay, fine!” I agree

"About the children, they belong to me too. I cannot give you my children just like that”

"There is no compromise in this one. They're my heirs. You're just the vessel that carries them,” I say sharply. This is the rule I have said as you must follow it. If she does not like it, she can leave.

"What the hell kind of contract is this? Is this not evil?" she explodes. "You want me to give birth to children who I have wondered with during my time of pregnancy and then just hand them over like they're nothing? Like I'm nothing?"

"You're not nothing. You are an omega. You're a breeder. That's exactly what breeders do," I say through gritted teeth. She is asking for too much. I think I need to let her know her place. If she eventually follows me back to my pack, I would make sure that she knows her place and never talk to me the way she has been talking to me recently

"I'm not a breeder! You are the one forcing me to be a breeder! I am a princess for crying out loud! If my father was alive he would not let this happen@

“Damn it!” I snap. “Your father is dead! Get this fucked through your thick skull!” She is beginning to annoy me again

“I'm a person! I have feelings! I have rights!" she doesn’t back down. She does not seem to care that they have just mentioned her father’s death.

"I don’t think you have rights anymore . I don’t think you even have a say in anything in this world," I say, tilting my head. "Because from what I know, you're a fugitive with a price slapped on your forehead. You have no pack, no family. If you think you have friends, you don’t, because the minute they see you, they will drag you back to your brother. The only rights you have are the ones I choose to give you and you should appreciate the sort of being an ungrateful idiot. I fucking killed for you and you are repairing me with stubbornness."

"This is insane," she breathes, tears Godwin in her eyes. "You're asking for too much. You are asking me to become a baby-making machine with no say in my own life. Have you even ever considered how I feel about that?."

"There is nothing to feel about it”

“Please, I cannot do what you are asking me to do,” she cries

“What I am asking from you is not hard. I'm asking you to fulfill your end of our bargain. You wanted my protection and my help getting revenge. Just be a breeder, that is the price for you to live."

"But the price is too high!" she shrieks

“ Do you prefer that?” I say, already tired of this baseless arguments. “Do you want to be dragged back to Lucan and forced to mate with whatever monster he's chosen for you? Do you know that if Lucan gets you, he would make you a breeder for a whole lot of he-wolves. You would be a baby factory literally for every he-wolf and you would have no rights to any child you breed. With me, you just breathe for only me. If you ask me, I think my conditions are fair," I say, try to be calm as I try to make her reasons with me

She closes her eyes, and she lets her tears drop

"The children," she whispers. "If I carry your children, if I give birth to them, I'll never see them again?"

"They'll be raised as my heirs. You'll have no contact with them after I decide that you should leave. But for the main time when you are in the pack, you can’t see them."

"That's cruel,” she breaks down to the ground crying. “What has my life turned into?

"We are just being practical here. Emotional attachment between a breeder and the offspring complicates things. I am willing to allow you to see your children sometimes."

"But those offspring would be my babies too!"

"No. They would be my heirs who happened to be carried in your womb. There's a difference. I need you to understand that you are just a vessel."

She looks sick. "You want me to carry children for months, go through labor, give birth, and then pretend they never existed?"

"I want you to do your job and not complicate it with feelings."

"Feelings? You want me to smother my maternal instincts and break the bond between me and my children?”

"Exactly like that."

“ I am in non living thing, is it not?”

"I want you to understand the terms clearly so there are no misunderstandings later."

"Oh, I understand perfectly. You want a slave. You want somebody you can control. You want to manipulate me into thinking that we are partners when in the actual sense I am your slave. You want a fool. You want someone who can carry your children and then disappear when you're done with her. You want to take away my life from me."

"I want a breeder who won't cause problems android now you are just being a noisy little spoiled girl."

"And what happens if I refuse these terms? What if I say no?”

I shrug, “Then you're free to leave. Right now. Walk out that door and let Lucan’s men devour you

We both know she can't leave. We both know she has no choice.

"You're a monster," she whispers.

"I know."

"You just want to control my life."

"I'm trying to save your life while getting something I need in return. That's called business. I am sure you have never dealt with practical life before that is why you are getting excessively emotional"

"Business," she repeats, like the word tastes sour. "Is that what you call it when you force yourself on unconscious women too?"

My jaw tightens. "I told you what happened last night! I fucking helped you"

"I just hope I am not carrying your child"

"You begged me to help you."

"Same old talk,” she kisses her teeth

I can see the hatred in her eyes, the disgust, the fear. She looks at me like I'm a monster.

"What the hell kind of contract is this?" she whispers again under her breath

I don't answer. She stares at me in horror. "What kind of childhood did you have to make you this cold?"

Here we go again. She is bringing up triggering opics again.

"Okay I am done here,” I start heading to the bathroom. “ I have nothing to say to you anymore. I have made my conditions clear. Think about it. I leave tonight, and if you feel like you can do what I ask of you, you can follow me to start a new life in my pack .”