Stuck With The Alpha: His Exclusive Sex Slave

AVA'S POV

"Honestly, Ava, do you think they know it's your birthday?" My subconscious mind spoke every word a dagger to my wounded heart,"even if they do what difference will it make?"

I pressed my face deeper into the pillow which has entertained lot of my sorrowful tears.

Twenty one, twenty one years of breathing, of existence in this magnificent yet cruelly cold house, and tonight, like every other night, I remained invisible.

Forgotten.

My own birthday is a joke even though it's on the Pack's moonlight party

Downstairs in the pack house, the music throbbed. Laughter, bright and beautiful faces, colourful attires, heavy face makeup, enviable relationships was the logo of the day. Everyone dressed for the attention. The scent of expensive perfumes and aroma of various delicacies drifted up the stairs. A view of a world I was forbidden to touch. My father, the Alpha would be down there, the jovial host whose daughter lives in an attic.

What an irony!

I needed, needed, to feel something other than this crushing burden in a suffocating atmosphere.

I would sneak out. Just for this night. Just once. To breathe air that wasn't full of neglect. To ease the pain of my title, " The Pack's outcast."

Clothed in a simple flower petal design short gown I had purchased from the thrift store. The only treasurable cloth I could ever afford. I slipped out of the house, out for adventure, out for the night's warmth.

How I slipped out of the house?

Typical moonlight party. Chaotic was the word for it. No one noticed I did.

The bar, " Night.", wasn't really the soothing embrace I needed to calm the waves in my head. The deafening music, flashing decorative glittery lights and the pungent aroma of cheap alcohol assaulted my nostrils. Bodies swirling round the dance floor, a sea of faces both familiar and terrifyingly alien. The chilling reminder of my status, " An illegitimate daughter."

I had many titles, the infamous me.

An exchanged status.

The devastating reality behind the "luxurious" world I was claimed to have been born into.

I sat on the empty seat in front of the bartender, at least there was still a bit of sanity right there.

Right there stood the bartender, a man who possessed an unnerving stillness amidst the chaos of the loud music and clumsy dances. His molten gold eyes locked with mine. The intensity of his gaze was an unavoidable force, a magnetic pull that held me captive.

"What can I get for you?" His voice low but deep sent shivers down my spine. The tiny movements of his lips was captivating, a sight to behold.

" Just...water." I stuttered, he raised his sculptured eyebrows, a flicker of amusement was indicated on his face." Water? in a place like this?"

" Rough day?" He asked audibly.

" Yea, rough day I guess," I nodded and took a deep breath. His eyes never left mine for a second,". Care to share?"

"Hmmm." I hesitated.

"My family forgot my birthday." My words felt pathetic but he didn't laugh. He didn't pity. His eyes still locked on mine, held a flicker of something... Understanding?

" Whiskey won't be bad." He replied after a lot of deep stares

One... Two... Three and seven bottles down.

" You are so handsome, if only you could be my mate." I uttered, my mind in a mess. I traced my fingertips down his cheek bones, so we'll defined, so smooth, so soft. A little down to his Adam's apple, his hand had caught me halfway, a motion to restrain myself.

" Are you capable enough?" He chuckled, his voice husky, maybe that wasn't what he said, maybe something related. My vision is blurred and my ears aren't any better.

" I haven't done this before." I admitted, the words rolling out of my mouth before I could stop them.

" Then let me make your first time memorable." If nothing, I saw that quick smile on his face, a flash of radiating beauty.

"In a bar?" I questioned with fear as I scanned through the entire bar, men with their sluts in naked dresses.

Never

In the glimpse of an eye, I was in his arms, I bit my lips nervously but this man had other plans, the crashed his lips on mine and I gasped in surprise, it gave him a free entry. He sucked every part of my lip and the more for his touch.

He carried me into a secluded place, a private room where only faint music sounds could be heard.

The night dissolved into series of exercise, short but adventurous.

****

I woke up startled.

The same nightmare that haunts me for 7 years since my mother's death and each time it keeps getting scarier and it terrifies me deeply. An unsettled feeling washed over me but that wasn't all.

On my left wrist was a mark. A dark tattoo, a design of twisted branch of thorns encircling a single, perfect rose. It was a tattoo impossibly detailed and there was no way I could have possibly gotten it.

Panic seized me.

I had no memory of getting it.

A I stared deeply at the strange mark, I tried to stretch but my body was so numb that stretching felt like I was been strangled to death.

The image of last night flashed through my mind.

I blushed.

My body is still sore from pain and the perpetrator ran off.

Neglected on my first night, that's expected of an outcast, he must have found out.

Who would want me?

But then again the thought of the strange tattoo.

What had I done?