All Chapters of Reserved For The Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My first sensation was coldness. A breeze so strong I felt as though it would numb me. I fumbled with my eyelids and had to immediately close them. My eyes were nearly blind from the intense cold that had entered them. I clenched and unclenched my jaw till my teeth trembled inside my mouth.My body trembled, trying to maintain its warmth. I could only groan; I was in excruciating pain. I could feel the agony shooting up my throat. My skin seemed to have evaporated, leaving me naked and covered only with blood and bones.Get me out of here, please, I thought, but I really wanted to scream!I started to realize where I was as time went on. I was within a substantial, glass-covered box. I could not see anything, not even when I ventured to open my eyes for a brief moment. There was thick, gray smoke within, making it nearly hard to see through the glass. Despite feeling like I was getting closer to death with every minute that went by, I never got acclimated to the cold.At last the cold

“My name is Mary, there’s a section of the closet that I've put up for you. Well, I'll leave you be," she said, gesturing to the left half of the wall.I chose not to respond.“They haven't given you a name yet, I guess. That's okay, I'll bring you some food because I know you're starving."She gave me one last fake smile before slamming the door shut and vanishing from the room far enough to create an echo.Aside from a phone charger, an alarm clock, and some headache medication, the bedside tables were nearly empty when I turned to investigate the bedroom. The majority of Alpha's wardrobe was made up of button-up shirts and black jeans, so I went on to the closet area. The accessories exhibit was adorned with around twelve pairs of shoes, timepieces, and ties at its base. I questioned how he'd amassed such wealth.I figured he must be old enough to have amassed this kind of wealth and influential enough to have housekeepers calling you "master."I carefully closed the closest, seein

Mary had spent the last twenty minutes prodding and prodding me, playing with my hair, twirling my eyelashes, and choosing my dinner gown. Eventually, she settled on a vivid crimson gown composed of a silky material that stopped just above my upper thighs."Don't you think it's short?" I muttered as I looked at the job she had completed in the mirror. I couldn't help but comment on how amazing I looked and how well the dress's color complemented my skin's pale tone.She said, smirking, "It's perfect," to sum up."Who is he?" Through the mirror, I fixed my gaze on her."He is Master Damon, alpha of the Northern land.""He's one of them right, Tessa called him a beast, he's a wolf-man isn't he?""You would never dare say it to him. Please address him solely as Master."I let myself to consider "Why am I here?" for a moment in silence."He will explain everything to you."Tessa had arrived to usher me down the winding staircase. I felt like Tessa's glare could kill me as my heels sounded

I had taken a second shower and changed into a satin set of sleepwear. Even later, I could still feel the crawling sensation on my skin. Half-memories flashed through my mind, the topics those men had discussed at the meeting, and above all, Akbur Hills.My father was in what Damon had described as a human prison. The thought that he might still be alive made my heart thud. If I could have him live here with me for at least a few years, then this fate wouldn't be so horrible. We can run away and locate another community until Damon decides I'm no longer useful. A headache started to creep in, and I had to close my eyes to see flashes of my former existence. This time, behind a decrepit shack, it was a woman preparing bread. Several villagers lined up to exchange items with the woman, including clothes, extra food, and cleaning supplies. The woman was Maria. She was from my village, so I assumed that's why she recognized me.My poor father, who must be 65 years old now, was rotting in

Instead, I turned to face his back and massaged his shoulders with the wood-scented body wash. I gave him a gentle, slow neck rub. He needed to be able to rely on my touch and have enough faith in me to owe me a favor. I had to massage Damon's large frame one side at a time due to his bulging muscles and veins. I shampooed his hair and leaned my breasts against his back, maintaining my balance on my toes. He was submerged under the forceful shower head fall and remained still the whole time. I wrapped my hand around his waist and began to massage his torso, heading lower and lower until his hands came up to halt me. At the unexpected movement, I gasped for air and recoiled, thinking I had gone too far. Damon whirled around, a look of extreme hunger on his face and his jaws trembling. Sliding his hands to cup my jaw, he backed me into the icy marble wall. His lips were suddenly pushed to mine and his body against mine. Damon kissed with desire and aggression instead of tenderness or