The cruel Alpha

    " I command you to spread your legs for me, slave. " I growled tenderly, instilling fear In her. But she doesn't budge. She just sits there, back against my bed board.

    She's delicate as she's vulnerable. She only looks to be 5ft or less, her body slim, stiff and sweaty. Tonight she's dressed in a black see through transparent satin body wrap that shows off the white lingerie and white laced bra she's wearing.

    It was hard not to get turned on by the sight in front of me. I barely know this woman yet she shook me beyond depths. I instantly feel this magnetic pull towards her as soon as I step into the room.

    She was my slave, gifted to me by my grandfather and I could do anything I wanted with her, have all the sex I wanted with her till I got tired but there was just something different about this woman that leaves a question hanging off the back of my head.

    Her elfin face has a pointed chin that has a dimple on it, her heart shaped lips resembling a rose bud in the winters. Her eyes are slow and deep, set back in her slim face. Her eye lashes are thick and long and as raven black as the curly black hair on her head. Her skin is pale but more whiter on the face as she has make up on, her lips bearing a dark brown color on it.

    She looked beautiful, her smell intoxicating.

    Every woman knew me to be ruthless and I was never merciful in bed with them. I liked to have sex with them when I'm angry, it gives me the thrill to pin their delicate little bodies down on the bed while they scream my name as I drill the life out of them. I enjoyed the sound of their cries as they begged me to stop just for a moment. It was sheer ecstasy, the feeling of superiority.

    I was an Alpha wolf and my power was five times intensified than a human. So was having sex.

    But this petite human girl hiding in the depth of my large bed looks at me without a single fear in her eyes. She watches me with one of her eyes watching me from underneath her hair, her other eye hidden from me.

    I'm yet to get the color of her eyes because just yesterday they were the darkest shades of black I'd ever seen, dark as a stormy night's darkness itself. And tonight, they were shades of fading brown color, the type that appears to have rusty green pigment mixed with it. And they were beautiful.

    Like yesterday, she doesn't budge and just watched my every move as I advanced towards her, half naked. Other women would be scared and try to run and fight when I catch them. But not her.

    There's calculation in her eyes as she watched my every move. She's calculative about everything and as I put a knee over the bed and then the other, slowing moving in closer to her, I noticed the films of sweats forming on her forehead. I could tell this wasn't easy for her either. I could tell she was holding every thing in and just trying to hide her fears.

    I could only imagine through her now revealed eyes as she looks up at me, what she'd been or gone through to be here on my bed tonight.

    Where did she come from? The baffling question again.

    Slowly reaching over her smooth crossed legs, I grabbed hold of her right ankle and yanked her back down on the bed, spreading her legs apart in the process so I could kneel between them.

    Still she's watching me without putting up a fight.

    I know the instruction was to make her my wife and not my sex toy or slave but she was pulling every string in my body, pushing me with every way she glanced at me, begging me to pin her down and do unspeakable things to her.

    Leaning closer till a line of symmetry was the only distance between our faces and grabbing her hands, pinning them on the bed, I growled harshly, a wolfish growl accompanied by my wolf eyes. In a second my eyes are turning bright gold and peering down at her. I see the movement of her neck as she gulped.

    There it was. Fear.

    " You will do as I ask of you, slave. " I growled in her face and still she watched me.

    Slowly, I could feel her arms feasibly vibrating underneath my strong hands. Why wouldn't she just beg me?

    But this was best. Fear was my constant turn on. It instilled this power in me that I sometimes cannot control.

    And if I heard her voice, I would not be able to stop. I would have her right here against her will. But does she really not want this? For all I knew she could be a courtesan and would just be readily waiting for this.

    So I leant in over her chest but stopped as soon as her voice came up.

    " Please "

    Angelic. My wolf suddenly seemed awaken by the sound of her angelic voice and rejoiced inside my head. The sound of her voice fueled the fires in my whole body and my eyes darkened. I wanted to leave before I did things to her but couldn't. I was magnetized to her body and now that my wolf was excited, there was no going back.

    So I let out a loud growl and pushed her further into the bed and leaned over to kiss her neck.

    I could feel the pumping rhythm of her jugular vein along her neckline and I wanted to mark her. I wanted to sink my teeth into the succulent skin of her neck and make her mine and only mine.

    Because whether she liked it or not she was going to be mine.

    Claiming her neck with my mouth, I reap off her black see through.