The Alpha

“Mate…” Someone murmured against my skin. Instantly my eyes flew open. In the crook of my neck was Alpha Chris. He inhaled and I laid frozen in my ‘bed’.

“I’m so lucky the Moon Goddess paired us together…” He slurred and it was then I smelt the alcohol on his breath.

Alpha Chris had two drunk modes: the affectionate, sweet, aloof Alpha or the cruel sadistic, brute of an Alpha. Even though the latter is how he treats me the majority of the time, it’s like 10 times worse when he’s drunk. And the worst part of all this is he can switch between the two in a heartbeat.

Werewolves had a high alcohol tolerance and the human type doesn’t get us near the point of tipsy- so they had a different type of alcohol. It sucks that a fourteen-year-old knows that...

“My precious babykinny…..my lovely Violet...I love you so much…” He was slurring over everything he was saying and he started moving down my neck, his hands running over my scarred stomach.

He turned me over, as I was sleeping on my side, and started to take off my shirt.

“Baby...babykinny… you’re gonna do your mate a favor, yeah…” He got up and I laid in fear. He started to fumble with his belt- and soon it fell along with his pants and his underpants

“Come suck off your mate..” He slurred. When I stayed for a second instead of obeying right away, his mood twitched. He reached down and yanked me up on my knees in front of his...region.

“When your Alpha tells you to do something, you do it! Now- be a good girl and please your mate.” He demanded through his drunken state, gripped my hair, and started to force me on himself.

He groaned, “uhh, babykinny…”

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I woke with a start, breathing heavily as I felt someone shake me. My eyes frantically landed on the Beta. He let go of my shoulders, and stood up, taking a step back.

“It’s nine forty-five, you should get ready.” He still had that monotone voice.

'Because he doesn’t like you- no one does.'

“The clothes are in the bathroom, take a quick shower, or whatever, I’ll be waiting out here.” He directed and then went and sat on the foot of the bed.

I quickly got up, not wanting to disobey a beta, and went into the bathroom. I made sure to lock the bathroom door.

Of all my years, that was the one thing I was always sure about, locking the bathroom. My sanctuary, despite the harm I’ve done to myself in them. Alpha Chris would barge into my room all the time, but I learned no one came into my bathroom, except for once.

I quickly showered and got dressed in the clothes sitting on the counter. I was dressed in cotton undergarments, that was shockingly in my size, a long-sleeve dark brown shirt that was big on me, and a pair of black sweatpants that I had to roll a few times despite then being tied as tight as they could. ...Perks of being starved and tortured for over a decade...

I rolled on the pair of socks and quickly brushed my messed up hair. I was done and hurried out to the Beta on the bed- fearing the consequences if I was late. This is the Night Stone pack after all…

I followed the Beta, whose name I still do not know, blindly until we reached a large, dark brown door.

“Mallory.” The beta spoke out as he knocked against the door. Mallory? Is that who’s behind the door? Is Mallory the blue-eyed man?

A gruff reply sounded from the other side of the door, I couldn’t make out exact words. The beta opened the door, motioned for me to walk in, and I did and saw an office with a man sitting at the desk, and a blonde-haired girl sitting on his desk. I was greeted with that sandalwood scent. He lifted his head and looked at me, the blue-eyed man.

“You are dismissed, Mallory.” He told with a deep, steady voice. So, the beta’s name is Mallory, then-

“Yes, Alpha.” The beta- Mallory spoke.

...Alpha?...

turned around in

He is

Alpha Chris. And

my system and I felt the need to leave,

...Go to-...

cut

blonde whined and she ran a hand down the Alpha’s chest. I

deal with business. I’ll see you later.” He told her as he removed her hand from his chest. He stood up and walked her to the door and I couldn’t help as my eyes followed, he

I felt a mix of emotions flare

staring at me with his blue eyes full of scrutiny. I immediately brought my gaze to the floor- he snapped his fingers forcing me to bring my eyes back up as he pointed to a seat in front of the desk.

was staring at me, I just kept my gaze on my hands that were fiddling with each other. My insecurities

have a staring

most certainly do.” The

did I say that out

but I wanted to- no, I felt the need to look at him, so feeling like

my heart sped up just by being in his presence, so looking at him- my oh my… The man had a defined jawline, straight, dark brown hair with thick, matching, arched eyebrows, a complementing nose, full pink lips that are paired perfectly with his olive complexion,

don’t need you to point that

know why but something in me got excited. My eyes flickered up to his briskly and I snapped my eyes back down when I felt the

“Not much of a speaker I see, well, I’m not

silence fell over us and somehow I was itching to break

my voice sounded small

if one Alpha

its way onto my face at the voice. I snuck another look up and

if my face was burning- in embarrassment. That was one of the longest sentences I’ve said in possibly a few

with an

go, make

felt myself shrink into the

you just ask?” He asked again, growing more and more pissed every passing second. When I didn’t say anything back he spoke again, “Violet, I don’t like repeating myself,” he growled out and I flinched back, “what. Did. You. Just. Ask?”

stuttered out a

“Why would you go back?” He demanded an answer, and I moronically sat there thinking of a

my head, a word he always called me. One that graced

m-my m-mate… He’ll b-be a-angry th-that-” my rambling was cut off by a growl. It was deep and resonating from the man

won’t tell you again; I don’t like repeating

my head at his question, my

of your answer.” I meekly nodded again, holding back a sniffle. “And I’m assuming he told you that- yes?”

view and I averted my line of sight to my lap. My tears flowed freely as his hand shot out and grabbed my chin. I flinched back or tried to as his grip was hard. For a reason unknown to me, sparks

...Just like the hospital...

Those dark

he practically spat my name, and I pressed my lips together to stop a sob from coming out, his eyes softened at my face, “tell

did he know

“Because -Violet-” he spit my name again,

words and it felt like my tears would never end. My eyes fell from his, my body was fighting every urge

my chin with a small amount of force and he took a step back, leaning against his desk. My eyes fell to my lap, again and I squeezed my

lot.” He declared, a soft undertone was