Chapter 9

Taylor's quick recovery could be only described as miraculous. When she had arrived at Drago territory, she'd been nothing but a shivering mass of bones. She owed her recovery to Alice's diet plan which she had followed strictly and all the medical attention she had received.

"My Alpha blood helped too." She mused, grateful to share the same blood as Alan and also burdened by the parental bond. After Alan had thrown himself at her feet and grovelled, Taylor had accepted her new fate. She would become the Alpha's breeder and when the time came, she would bear his cub, all just to save her father.

She was currently seated in her room with her nose buried in a book. After enjoying a sumptuous dinner of steak, she had decided to indulge in her favorite past time: reading.

Taylor was about to flip over to a new page when a knock on the door startled her.

"Come in," She invited, hoping with all her heart that the Alpha hadn't come by to pay her a visit.

She barely restrained her sigh of relief when Mrs.Benson, who was the head maid of the Alpha's estate, entered quietly.

After giving Taylor a bow, she straightened, her expression neutral.

"How may I help you, Mrs.Benson?" Taylor asked as she dropped the book and gave the woman her full attention.

"I have come to prepare you for the night." Mrs.Benson informed Taylor in an even tone.

"Oh, I can do that by myself." Taylor waved aside the offer. She had been taking care of herself since she arrived, so she didn't fully understand what Mrs.Benson meant.

"I don't mean in that way, Miss. You need to be prepared for when the Alpha comes to you. I am here to assist you." Mrs.Benson clarified before executing another bow.

Why would the Alpha want to come to me, Taylor pondered within herself. She replayed Mrs.Benson's words and suddenly, realization struck her like a bolt of thunder.

Mrs. Benson was here to get her ready to make love with the Alpha!

"Is it time already?" Taylor asked in near-panic, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the paperback she had been reading a while ago.

Mrs.Benson nodded gravely.

"It is time for the Alpha to lay with you so that you can conceive and bear him a cub." 

Taylor felt so many emotions at once: Fear, worry, excitement. It was the excitement sizzling through her skin that shocked her the most. She knew that she found the Alpha attractive and that his body called to hers but she hadn't expected to feel thrilled at the thought of him making love to her.

I wonder if he's gentle in bed or if he's a beast between the sheets. She shivered at her erotic thoughts.

"Miss? Are you alright? You're quite flushed," Mrs. Benson noted with concern.

Taylor pressed her palms to her flaming cheeks and nodded to answer Mrs.Benson's question.

She willed herself to be strong as she stood.

"Okay, Mrs.Benson. I'm ready." She said.

"Perfect," Mrs. Benson declared, "Let's get started."

All the other woman had to do was clap twice and half a dozen maids poured into Taylor's room. They all bowed before they began to herd Taylor into the bathroom at Mrs.Benson's directions. Taylor didn't know what was happening. She didn't know how exactly they were supposed to help her in preparing for the Alpha. Once inside the bathroom, the faucet of the bathtub was turned on and hot water began to fill the bathing contraption. Candles were lit before the maids stripped Taylor down and urged her to get into the bathtub.

The candles were scented; the smell of cedar and vanilla swirled around the room as Taylor soaked luxuriously in the hot water.

The water soothed her limbs and made Taylor really groggy but she forced herself to stay awake and think of what was to come.

She whispered a prayer to the mood goddess, hoping that nothing would go awry throughout the night. As a virgin, all her knowledge on the act of love-making was hearsay, some said it was a wonderful experience while others touted it to be terrible.

All too soon, the bath grew cold and Taylor stepped out, letting the maids dry her in fluffy towels and wrap one around her naked form before leading her out to her room.

"Now, we'll dress you." Mrs.Benson told her as they sat her by the dressing table. Two of the maids began to run brushes through her hair while Mrs. Benson addressed the rest.

"You may go now." She told them. The four maids bowed before leaving just as the two attending to Taylor were done with her hair.

They then produced a thin, delicate nightdress and helped Taylor get into it. The material which the dress was made of was translucent and she could see the outline of her nipples. The dress stopped just above her knees and while it wasn't clingy, it showed off her slim curves to perfection. She also forwent a pair of panties, which made her feel like a lady of the night. She blushed hard when she imagined what she looked like in that moment.

Finally, Mrs.Benson and the maids bowed and left Taylor to wait anxiously for the arrival of the Alpha. Her heart beat wildly against her chest as the Alpha kept her in suspense.

This is the night I lose my virginity, she thought while worriedly chewing on her lower lip.

The Alpha didn't keep her waiting for long. There was a quiet but heavy knock on the door. Taylor sprang up from her bed at the sound, her heart in her throat. Without waiting for an answer, the door was pushed open and there stood the intimidating Alpha, attired in nothing but a robe.

Taylor almost swallowed her tongue in fear. He looked so imposing as he stood there, just looking at her. Taylor resisted the urge to splay her hands over her body and cover what the dress could not. She felt oddly ashamed of her attire which caused her to look down at her feet.

"Look at me," The Alpha commanded in a deep, husky voice. Taylor fearfully complied and when she met his gaze, she gasped loudly.

His eyes were bright with lust as they made their way down her body, stopping to focus on her crotch where the dress exposed she was bare. He grunted and Taylor instinctively felt that he liked her panty-less state. She couldn't believe that the handsome Alpha found her desirable! And he truly is handsome, Taylor thought, her gaze fixated on the taut lines of his face.

She couldn't resist his beauty. Her attraction to him deepened. The knowledge that he saw her as a baby container tried to push its way into her mind but she banished such thoughts.

After he was done perusing the offering before him, the Alpha spoke again.

"Lie back on the bed."

Taylor hesitantly obeyed the Alpha and lay flat on her back. She closed her eyes to calm her frazzled nerves but that was a huge mistake. As soon as her eyes snapped shut, dreadful memories invaded her mind. She clutched the blanket desperately. She remembered the disgusting way that Logan had always touched her, the repulsive look on his face when he did so. Logically, she knew that The Alpha was very much different from Logan but to Taylor's traumatized subconscious, the touch of a grown man reminded her of Logan.

Dread filled her lungs and sweat broke out on her forehead as she struggled with the memories.

I will do all it takes to get through this night! She thought fiercely.

I will not resist Duncan when he makes love to me!