Death To The Alpha

~Ivy POV~The rocky path digs into my bare feet as I force myself to walk on, clutching my bleeding side. I know I saw lights from this direction, so why the hell can’t I find them? I sniff the air, groaning in frustration when all I can catch on the breeze is my own blood and sweat. If my father could see me now, it would appall him. His precious little princess, bleeding and dirty? Hah! He would have killed whoever left me like this without a second thought. That’s how he was, though: protective, loving, and overwhelmingly strong. I pause in my steps, gulping down a deep breath and trying to quell the tears in my eyes. They seem to come unbidden when I think of him or Caleb–my older brother. One day I will be reunited with them and we will laugh about the terrible shitty journey I had to take to get to them. But it will all be worth it. I know it will.As soon as I’m in control of my emotions, I stumble forward again and the breeze changes, whipping my long, knotted, dirty blond ha

The woman, whose name I assume is Bella, barks orders for us to strip down and quickly clean off. They give each of us a single bar of soap and a washcloth as we march by and step into the stream of water. I gasp when the ice-cold water runs down my scalp and seeps into my flesh, freezing me to the bone. I quickly lather the soap on my cloth and scrub myself clean and amble out before anyone else.A man looks me up and down with a look of disgust, stopping at my side as he leans over and touches my pink scar. He gives me a suspicious look but says nothing as he thrust clothes into my hands and gives me a rough push to keep moving. Then he repeats his process with everyone coming out of the showers. Every single slave that proceeds out after me looks empty and robotic. They exit, and turn in their soap and washcloth. He inspects their bodies and hands them generic clothing and no towel. I try to slip on the cotton panties and the white linen sports bra, but the water that clings to my

“Get out! Get out! GET OUT!” Haley screams from her room as slave after slave hurries out with red cheeks and fear in their eyes. Bella stands outside of the door, trying to control her tears as she breathes in and out deeply. “Fucking idiots, every single one of you! No fashion sense, no brains, nothing! Everyone here is dense and drab! AHHH!” Haley yells, slamming the door. I blink and then move past the door, heading down to the kitchen to set up Haleys’s lavish lunch. Cucumber sandwiches with scones and jelly. And don’t forget the fresh flowers. Oh, and heaven forbid I forget to use the fancy tea kettle for the tea she won’t drink because she hates it. Nothing like a werewolf in America being obsessed with British tv series. “Ivy, you have to help me,” Bella whispers, following behind me. “Please!” Her eyes are wide as she begs. “No way! She hates me.” I shoot back at her, continuing my way to the stairs. “IVY!” Haley’s voice calls from behind me and I stop, close my eyes to

~Ivy POV~ Alpha James has spent the entire night floating from woman to woman, with Haley fluttering about like a fucking annoying gnat that he continually tries to bat away. It’s very obvious that she is dying for his approval. At some point, Enzo melded into the background and disappeared. That is his specialty, though. He has a knack for being invisible, even if he is mere feet away. I tried twice to garner Enzo’s attention, but he seemed to look right through me. When I turned, it annoyed me to find he was watching Haley with an intensity I had never seen. Haley spots him a few times and throws him a few air kisses, which makes him grin and shyly look down at his feet before tossing her a wink. I hate how Enzo and I parted ways. What I hate more, though, is not knowing what his “Fine” meant. Did he mean fine as in he would aid me, or fine he will leave? I can feel the grips of panic clawing at me when I think about him leaving, and I have to steady myself against the wall. In

~Enzo POV~Ivy’s lips are soft and the moment I move to pull away, she chases my lips with hers. I shouldn’t let her kiss me. I should pull away and give her a cocky grin, making a joke about teaching her how to seduce someone. But her lips part for me and I’m lost. So fucking lost in her. My hand snakes up the smooth skin of her neck, sliding into her hair and pulling her close as I ease my tongue into her willing mouth. Willing. She is feeling this as much as I am right now, and that’s enough to send me over the moon. When her tongue collides with mine and it’s like a jolt of electricity burning its way through me, drawing a moan deep from within my chest. Her hands cling to my back, pulling me flush to her, her breast pressed against me in the most glorious of ways as her breathing grows erratic. Her hands roam my back muscles, her nails scraping through the fabric, sending shivers through me. I step into her, backing her against the wall, using my grip in her hair to tug her chi