All Chapters of Claimed by The Rogue Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Can't let you go

==Matteo== Something tickled me and I stirred, absentmindedly smacking where the sensation had been felt. I made to go back to sleep but my eyes accidentally slipped open. Light hit me square in the face. I squinted, grumbling as I turned my head the other way. I bat my eyes slowly, soon coming to realise that I was…outdoors. I peeled myself from the floor, spotting the dense vegetation around. Birds chirped—celebrating the dawn of a new day. I got a sting on my back and as I smacked that region, my eyes widened. I drove my gaze downwards and groaned. Fuck. I was naked. Out in the open. Fuck, where am I? I looked around me,

Last Updated : 2022-04-22

Weak spot

==Olivia== My neck throbbed, jolting me awake. It throbbed as though a dead weight had been placed there all night round. I rubbed it, gently. My face squeezed as I did. I'd fallen asleep in an awkward sitting position, 'cause my back sent me a signal as well. Without craning down, I glanced at my ankle. Proceeding to feel it with my fingers. Swollen, it had become. Almost twice its size now. Twice the difficulty moving around, perhaps. I couldn't hear the rain, nor the thunder again. Turning to my side and with my palms placed on the walls, I began to pull myself from the ground. My ankle wasn't having any of it. It ached, burned so hot. So fierce. But I was set to forge on. To go against the resistance. And with that, I stood on my feet. My lips pinned tightly together.

Last Updated : 2022-04-22

Time for business

The sign post which bore the words 'Fridgeton Police Department' came into view. Leah squeezed her grip on the steering, her tongue running short of saliva. The doubts escaped from whatever box she'd locked them in and now hovered around her head. In spite of this, she kept driving and in no time, made it to the parking lot. Turning off the ignition, she reclined to her seat. A laboured sigh followed her movement. Don't be an idiot. You're not a sentimental lovestruck teenager, now are you? Besides, it wasn't as if the person she was getting crazy about gave two fucks about her. Okay, perhaps he did. But no way was it in the direction she was thinking. She was sure of that. By chance, she glanced at the passenger seat. Lyons' spot whene

Last Updated : 2022-04-22

The way to a man's heart

==Olivia== The way to a man's heart was obedience. Yes. You got to do as he said, never ask any questions whatsoever, and be the puppet he so wished you were. I had gone through all of Matteo's rules. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR ROOM pretty much summed it all. Yes, I was gonna make this sacrifice. Thirty days spent solely in my home wouldn't hurt that much. I had all the time after that to live life. Also, I'd decided not to be caustic or brash, provided he respected himself and accorded me the respect I deserved. However, there was an exception. There existed a line. My obedience had a limit. It stopped at the threshold that led to smooching, caressing, all whatnot. Those kisses, the jerking off—they would all stop. That was unhealthy, and God willing, I'd go through therapy as soon as I got out.

Last Updated : 2022-04-22

Gawd

Her heart summersaulted as she gazed at the register hanging on the wall. Bed dressing. This was it. This was it! She balled her fist. Her way of keeping her excitement in check. She went through her morning routinely hastily, making sure she had her bath quickly before the others came streaming in. Thank Heavens she had awoken before the usual time. It was five minutes to seven. The Master always got up half past six, meaning that he must have showered and had gone to the balcony to have his tea. This would give her the opportunity to...scout. She hurried through her breakfast of pita bread, and picked up her tools. In forty steps, she arrived at The master's bedroom. A short knock was what she have before saying in her rehearsed honeyed voice, "Housekeeping, sir." No response came, which made her smile. She opened the door and as she stepped in, was immediately hit by the scent of cologne. His masculine scent. That which dismantled her, breaking down her walls and leaving her h

Last Updated : 2022-05-18

Gone

==Matteo==From the mirror, her tiny figure loomed in. It took me so much not to swing open the door and lunge at her. The girl. She was seriously cat walking, stepping on the ground as of it were made of glass and as of she wasn't three minutes late. She reached where I was and stood beside the window. Her smile shown at me. I looked away, the frown not leaving my face. That was when the knock came to the window. Reluctantly, I wound down the glass. "You're mad." Her voice going into that sickeningly sweet tone that irritated me. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. You can't imagine. My mom kept telling me to find something decent to wear. Always, 'Peggy, those shorts are too short. You're showing too much skin. Or the neckline is too down. Go find something proper to wear.' I swear, Matt. I didn't plan on being late."I didn't speak. Didn't even act as though she'd said something. "Come on, Matty. I swear, my mom—""Three minutes. Three minutes and there you were walking like I've g

Last Updated : 2022-05-18

Nothing

==Matteo==Was it…was it possible to turn the hands of the clock and go back in time? Was it possible to get to bed, only to wake up the next minute and find yourself in another dimension, or perhaps, an alternate universe. It was times like this that fuelled my hatred for SciFi, and movies/fiction in general. 'Cause right now, I was as eager as a five year old who innocently looked forward to having the utopia borne in movies come to life. I was as eager as the kid on Christmas eve, whose parents heaped up boxes around the tree. I was eager. Eager to escape this godawful present. I could give anything to have that happen. My sleep-deprived eyes shut tightly, conjuring up a throbbing headache at my left temple. As I opened them, the calendar met my gaze. June 12. June the fucking twelfth. The day Hell boiled, totally enraged that their very own had been taken away from them to be dumped on an innocent couple. Or perhaps, it was the day Hell sighed that long-held sigh, because one nui

Last Updated : 2022-05-18

Come in

==Olivia==I was pulled out from sleep in such manner I never appreciated. Thanks to my itching cheek. It stung, like I'd somehow shoved that part of my body in a beehive. I left my bed for the vanity. A rash had broken out, leaving me looking haggard. Coupled with that, I'd gone red there. It was almost painful to look at. Was this an allergy? Yeah, 'cause that was dermatitis for sure. The question now was, what had caused that? I'd literally been indoors all day, all week, so there couldn't be any reasonable explanation for this. I focused on the spot, noting the square pattern of the rash. The only thing I could think of was poison ivy. Once again, that couldn't be right. I'd been in my room, not in the jungle or something. I glanced at the table in search of some lotion to help ease the symptoms. I couldn't find any. And the itch was getting worse. Left with no other option, I walked to the bathroom and washed my face with some cold water. I then dried it with a towel before re

Last Updated : 2022-05-18

It won't stop

==Matteo==I poured myself a glass of orange juice, before munching a piece of Oreos cookie. I set a bowl on the table, threw in an entire bag of the chocolate snack and slapped in some milk. I'd never thought I'd do this: deal in junk. But life had a way of shaking you up. Of shaping you to be something you never were. Since untold hardship lurked around, I had to indulge myswlf. It was likely I'd never get the chance to do taking a bite from a cookie of ores. I then so again. There was a knock on the door. "Yes." The door squealed open I didn't lift my gaze because the footsteps—the sound was easily recognisable. "Sir, I've got something you might want to see."With my eyes still fixed on my bowl of Oreos, I said, "What?"He moved closer and extended his hand. This prompted me to look his way. He was holding a tablet. He was holding a tablet. The fuck he was. What now, I thought. Couldn't I just have one day to myself? One last day to indulge myself before the inevitable doom? I

Last Updated : 2022-05-18

A cruel mess

Lyons drew an arrow from the quiver and stood poised. His full attention on the target circle. He realised his grip and the arrow pierced through the air. It made a perfect hit with the bullseye. With his eyes still fixed on the target circle, he slipped out another arrow, positioned it against the bow string, and pulled taut. He let go, getting the same result. The afternoon sun was at its peak. Hot rays burned his neck, but that was the least of Lyons' problems. He took of his baseball hat, and raked his fingers through his sweat-soaked hair. Having let in some air to his scalp, he repositioned the hat. He moved to the target circle and began taking out the arrows. He'd made three perfect hits. And now, while his skin was beginning to cry out in agony, he was going to spend the next ten minutes or so archering. He was going to shoot out his frustration, his indignation and overall discontentment with the world. Footsteps drew close. Lyons didn't bother to inquire. "Excuse me, si

Last Updated : 2022-05-18

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