The Alpha's Concubine

I took a step backward, not wanting to be a part of any plan she had for me. "We can send her away now before the Alpha sees her," the worker told the Luna. "That would be easier than what I have in mind," Luna Trina responded. I again swallowed as I tried to visualize what the heck she had in mind. "Send for the guard now to take her away before my mate returns," Luna Trina ordered the maid. As her worker was about to leave the room, the door suddenly opened and the dangerous and handsome Alpha entered the room and closed the door behind him. I stared at him. I didn't want to stop looking at him. His attractive appearance was like drugs to my eyes. He looked like a beautiful rose, but a deadly one if you should touch it. The Alpha had light brown eyes that looked like they were glowing and long dark brown hair that hung below his strong shoulders. He was very tall and well built. His body was like an indestructible machine. I carefully gazed at him, watching his every move as h

I walked slowly over to the bed and sat down, still being able to see my reflection in the mirror. I was like a beautiful red rose. A rare rose hidden within a secret garden and kept only for the eyes of the owner. I did not like it. It pained me that I had no choice but to be the Alpha's concubine and I could never see my beloved mom again. I missed her. I could not even dress myself the way I wanted to. I wanted to end my life, but I could never do such a thing. I loved my mom very much and I did not want to hurt her, giving her terrible unbearable pain to discover that her only child took her life. I would just have to do my time here until the Alpha was tired of me, which I hoped he would do very soon. "You don't have to stay in your room all day," I heard Natasha say as she put away the clothes in the closet. "You can walk around the large home; just make sure you're in the room whenever the Alpha wants you." Hearing what she had said was great news to my ears. I could esca

"Ha!" I screamed and jumped off the bed. I huddled against the wall of the room, scared, and still like I was frozen, staring at him. Marcel Wolffinton's eyes were darker than the night and were so powerful that I felt like they were pulling me inside like a black hole to a place no one knew of but he. He sat so confidently on the bed like a god who knew there was no one above him. His hair was as dark as his eyes, darker than the night without the company of the moon. It was the darkest I'd ever seen anything that it terrified me. He didn't seem like a normal wolf. If there were ever a moon God, I'd say it was he who sat before me. "You lay comfortably in my bed without my permission but refuse to reveal your face," he said, his voice thunderous as he slowly got off the bed. The mattress slowly rose as his weight left it, his long beautiful silky hair dancing against his shiny armor. "No," I said quickly and shook my head. "No, you still refuse to show me your face," he again spo

Marcel Wolffinton was close to the bed. I could feel his powerful presence next to me. At that moment I felt like my heart stopped. My teeth moved from my bottom lip and my hands sunk into the sheet at each side, grabbing it. I held it so tightly that my hand began to feel like it was burning. Marcel sat at my right side, causing the bed to sink. My eyes twitched and I couldn't help but open them and turn to my right to look at him, even though I was told not to. The moment my ocean eyes went to one of his strong hands, his left hand that was so muscular that it was bursting with veins, my head turned away from him right away and my eyes again closed. I was worried as hell about what was going to happen between us. I thought that if I continued to close my eyes it would help me to get through the awful ordeal that the Luna had planned but doing that wasn't helping. I couldn't continue to keep my eyes closed any longer. I opened my eyes and took another look at the mighty warrior besid

Not once did my bright ocean eyes leave his attractive naked body as he came to his bed. As he lay, he pulled on some of the sheets that I lay naked under. The soft furry sheet slowly rubbed my skin. I inhaled slowly. It felt like I was being touched by his hands again. He lay on his left side and turned toward me. One of his legs brushed against mine. My body froze under the sheet and I exhaled softly as I continued to stare into his eyes. Marcel returned my stare. I was so afraid to move my body away from his. Our non-stop gaze soon broke, and my eyes went straight to the wall of his room before us. I could feel his breath rushing from his nostrils and touching my left cheek. I felt even more nervous when I recollected what we had just done in my room. It soon felt like hours that I lay in the same position, afraid of moving. My back hurt from staying in the same position for so long. Soon, every part of me soon felt sore. I was tempted to see if Marcel was sleeping. He lay quietly