Chapter 3

Liliana’s POV

Jason stood up and I panicked. He did not break our eye contact as he moved to my direction, and I did not know what to do. So I shied away and decided to leave. I am not yet ready to face him. What would I say? He might only belittle me, just like what Mike had been always telling me. Jason is going to be an Alpha soon, and he would also look down on me just like everyone else. I have seen him numerous times before when he visits Mike, but to talk to him? I never did. The words from my Alpha haunt me to the core of my soul, and I don’t even have the spirit anymore to hope for Jason.

As I turned to leave, a yelp escaped my lips when I collided with something hard. I shivered when I saw the person towering over me, his face was cold and furious, eyes were shooting glares and I did not dare to speak for I know that I have nowhere else to go. I’m caught.

“What are you doing here?” Mike hissed. “Didn’t I tell you to stay in your room?”

He grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me out of the yard and into the kitchen, closing the sliding door that leads the way out to the backyard. The lights were off since outsiders were not allowed to enter the house, only his close friends, and Ciara.

“You really don’t listen to me, do you?” he was fuming and I snatched my arm away from his grip. I wanted to leave rather than argue with him, but he stalked forward toward me, like a predator caging his prey, and I swallowed in fear. I had seen him get mad before, multiple times. But I want to fight him this time, taking my chances to stand my ground, and no longer let him control me.

“And what are you wearing?” he mocked as he took a few more steps forward, caging me against the kitchen counter.

“I am old enough to decide for myself,” I spat, challenging him, but honestly praying to the gods and goddesses that he would spare me. He could torture me in here, and no one would know, no one could see, no one could help.

“You wanted to show yourself like that to Jason, is that it?” his hands rested on the counter not letting me escape his wrath. I could never win against him, but maybe, by chance, I could make my way out of here.

“You thought he would like you, that he would get attracted to you in this skimpy outfit you’re wearing.” His forefinger hooked around the string of my bikini bottom, stretching it before a sudden release, reminding me of the stinging pain that his belt would cause on my skin once he struck.

“I can wear whatever I want. And I can do whatever I want, Mike,” I fought back. He may punish me, but he could never force me to submission. His jaw clenched as he breathed deeper, and his knuckles turned white gripping the marble counter.

He gritted his teeth in anger, “And look like a fucking pack slut? What did I tell you, Liliana?”

I do remember his threat, but I did not back down. I know my rights, and I am old enough to exercise them. I do not want to live being bossed around and told what to do and what not to do.

“You do not tell me what to do,” I hissed back, but the moment those words left my tongue, I instantly regretted it when he turned me around, my palms on the marble counter, and braced myself as the Alpha pressed himself behind my back.

His hand went to my jaw, gripping it hard as he whispered in my ears, “You dared to disobey me for that boy? Look at him, enjoying her time with the beautiful ladies out there. You cannot be compared to them, Liliana. He wants them, not you.” He made me look at the happenings in the backyard, in the pool, and his words cut through deep inside me.

He pulled my hips back, bending me on the counter as he remained behind me. Tears pricked my eyes as I knew what was going to happen next.

I yelped when the first strike collided with my skin.

“You see, I do not like being disobeyed just for another man.” And again, his palm strike my butt cheek, the bikini barely covering my ass that began to redden at every strike of his hand.

He pulled my hair back when I refused to see the events unfolding in the pool. I felt betrayed even though I knew I was no one to Jason.

“Watch him, Liliana, and get it through your head that he would never like you, so you won’t disobey me again.”

The mirror doors of the kitchen were a one way mirror, so no one knew that I was being spanked in here by the Alpha, no one could see us to stop him, and even if they could, they wouldn’t. No one would go against him. Somehow, I am glad that no one could see me being shamelessly punished, and I wouldn’t want to display myself like this in anyone’s eyes.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek followed by a gasp when another strike was given to me. Have I been counting? No. I already lost count. Was it the fifth strike, or the eighth?

But it was not only the pain I was receiving that made me ache more, but the view outside. Jason was truly enjoying the attention of the ladies, touching them, talking to them, and admiring them. But even with the betrayal I felt, I couldn’t deny that I still find him attractive, and hot, and how I wish to be the one he was holding in the pool.

The memory of my dream briefly flashed in my head and turned the searing pain I was receiving into something pleasurable that made my insides flutter.

Another strike echoed in the room, and Mike chuckled. And I somehow know why as I noticed the flow of arousal in my cunt, and I felt him palm my butt cheek as if providing a short massage to the reddened area.

“You seem to be enjoying your punishment, Liliana,” he whispered in my ear, immediately pulling me out of my reverie. The juices soaked my bikini bottom and I was beyond embarrassed at this state. Do I enjoy this? No. Definitely not.

And I would always and forever deny it even though my body says otherwise.

“Does it mean you’re going to disobey me again?” he kneaded my bottom which had turned crimson from the spanking, and I winced in every curl of his fingers in my skin. It stung. But his warm hand was somehow soothing the pain and giving a different kind of shameless pleasure that made my inside coil.

“N-no. No, I won’t do it again,” I uttered, like a memorized script in my head.

“I’ve heard that many times already, kitten, but you still do.”

Fortunately, he released me and I straightened myself meekly, with my head bowed in submission. My back still leaned on the kitchen counter to support myself as I felt my knees weakening from the sensation I was feeling in between my thighs. I took calculated breaths to calm myself down.

“Go back to your room, and do not come out. Disobey me again and you’ll see what I’d do to you,” he threatened and left.

But I did not go upstairs to my room, instead, I went straight down to the wine cellar, grabbing a bottle of wine and popping it open, not caring how much it cost. The Delcroix was wealthy enough anyway.

“F*ck you, Mike,” I cussed, gulping the red liquid, disregarding the wine glasses ready to be used on the cabinets before I plopped on one of the chairs around a table in the cellar. After just a few minutes of solitude, my phone rang and I quickly answered it, showing that it was Ciara.

“Where are you?” Ciara asked.

“At the wine cellar. I had to go back, sorry,” I replied.

“Actually, I have a surprise for you.” Ciara giggled excitedly, and I frowned in confusion, taking another gulp of the million dollar liquor.

“You’ve got too many surprises for me tonight, Ciara,” I chuckled, tasting the combined bitterness and sweetness of the alcohol.

“Stay there at the wine cellar, alright? Good luck!” Ciara cheered and happily ended the call.

Although confused, I still remained in the wine cellar, trying to empty the bottle of wine in my hand, and maybe I’ll take another one later to my room. As I got to finish half of the bottle, my thoughts scattered like unfinished puzzle pieces, and the alcohol was starting to take over my system. Then not long enough, I heard footsteps from the entrance of the cellar. Immediately, I stood up and almost stumbled on my feet as the world slowly danced in my eyes. There was a shadow on the wall, approaching. ‘Damn it.’ Is it Mike?

If I get caught, I would be scolded again for getting drunk and not staying inside my room.

But I was wrong.

“Jason,” I gasped in surprise. What is he doing here? But before he could turn around to see who uttered his name, the lights quickly went out, rendering the cellar with complete darkness.