Ronan's Pov
After an intense, satisfied run in the woods, I walked into one of the clubs I owned here in Arkansas.
"Hey, Roe lon..." one of my long time fuckmates walked up to me as she held her hand out to my chest, but I slapped her hand before she could touch me.
"I am not in the mood."
I walked further until I got to a dark room, which reeked of more alcohol and drugs than the foyer. I took a seat at the bar stand next to Damon.
"You look like shit." Damon raised a playful brow at me, shaking his head slightly.
"You claimed her." The nosy fool asked, but I gave no immediate response. For the first time, I was confused about what I felt. I didn't know if it was anger, shame, or self-pity.
I snatched one of the cigarettes from the table, lighting it as I kept it between my lips to kill the damn headache. This stupid mate bond was making me regret that I had almost rejected my own mate.
"She doesn't have a wolf."
"Interesting." Damon smiled "You really need a foursome tonight, ca—" Damon swallowed hard when I slammed the bottle of rum into the wall, anger radiating through me.
"Hey, hey… do the calms, your eyes are doing that scary thing again."
"I fucking wanted a mate." I wished I had sounded pathetic.
"Then you have a mate," Damon said in a whisper, which I knew was his way of not testing my anger.
"You don't want her, then you can leave her with your fat—" This fucking bastard!! Damon was cut off once again when I caught him by the neck.
"You saved me once. Doesn't mean I still can't kill you."
I paused, my grip loosening around Damon's neck.
"O...okay, but I see nothing wrong with her being a human. We have had a lot of scenarios, but your father is the problem."
"He is not a problem. I won't let him have his hands on her again except for the fill he had today." My voice thick with possessiveness. Since the Moon Goddess decided she was mine, I tried to believe it was damn fate, so I was going to know what she needed and what made her fucking mine, wolf or no wolf.
I loved her meekness. I loved everything about her, so how would I give my newfound treasure up now? I'd be a damn fool to think of such, having her sweet scent embedded in my very damn soul.
A sudden idea popped into my head. I didn't believe I would one day become an asshole. I had even gone to the extent of spraying myself with a female's perfume so Father wouldn't know that I had come to her room. The craziest thing? Mimicking Father's voice because my wolf craved to ravel in her scent.
I won't show myself to her. Neither would I let my father get close to her. Her body would be my new toy every night, her moans my hymns. I would go by the name 'Alpha' like she had called me tonight. When she woke up every morning, my letter would be what she saw first.
I left the bar stand, going into another secluded room I used to fuck my whores, as I grabbed a paper.
(My Firefly,
Don't think I left. I am a freak; I don't abandon what's mine. I will always come back for what's mine.
Sleep well, Firefly, and dream about the man who came to your room tonight when your husband was out.
Your Darling Alpha.)
It was a game. We would meet in the physical, but she would have no idea who the man sending her letters and coming to her room at night was. By day, she would know me as Ronan, her husband's son. And at night, she had called me 'Alpha.' the alpha she would submit too.
Elysia's POV
I woke up, pulling off the blindfold from my face, surprised to find myself in a different room, much smaller than the one I was in last night, and the window was so large that my whole body could fit in. Strange voices could be heard outside of the door—my mind wandered back to the stranger last night, and my heart began pounding wildly in its rib cage.
What had happened last night? How did a stranger get into the room unnoticed? Why didn't I just pull off the blindfold when I found out it wasn't the Alpha? Who was he, and why did I feel strange at his touch?
A soft caw by the window diverted my attention. And there stood a raven perched on the edge of the window, its beak holding a black envelope that matched its feathers. I watched it carefully, a slight frown on my face, wondering who would have sent a bird when there were cell phones and other modern means of communication. But I remembered that since my stay on Earth, I do not own a cell phone like my peers. All I did was stay in a bygone era. I was in the Victorian era while everyone left me to the twenty-first century…
Aren't I a wretched princess?
Since my life as a teen, instead of going to school like my stepsister, I had been taught how to dance for him, cook, clean, and wear fitted clothes.
The bird let out another impatient gravelly caw, and I was forced to go to the window. The envelope, with its seal still perfectly intact, was pushed into my hands before I could take it myself, and then it flew away. Two people who could have sent this came to my mind... my nanny and her son, or maybe… her son's friend. If it wasn't them, that meant this wasn't for me at all.
But still, I was curious, my hands sweaty and trembling slightly as I broke the seal and brought a letter out of the same dark color, red ink on its page making my heart pound faster as I registered the words in my head.
(My Firefly,
Don't think I left. I am a freak; I don't abandon what's mine. I will always come back for what's mine.
Sleep well, Firefly, and dream about the man who came to your room tonight when your husband was out.
Your Darling Alpha.)
Before I had the chance to take in the fear that was etched deep within me, a knock came on the door, and that was when I realized I was still in the fishnet dress I had worn last night. I draped the robe I found nearby on, before going to the door, trying not to stumble.
"The Alpha did not marry you to come to have a beauty sleep here. You know what you should do. You are no bigger than his slaves and mistresses."
Lady Azure, the Alpha King's sixth—wife, didn't fail to hide the anger on her face, but I didn't seem to be affected. All that affected me was the letter. I needed to tell someone before I got myself in trouble. The stranger said he would come back for me. What if I got caught when he did? I was more scared of protecting my head than my family's at the moment, but I didn't know if I should spill it out to this woman.
"I…"
"Do not get sluggish… our task in the morning is to make the Alpha's breakfast, and you are new. You go to his room and pleasure him in any way he asks you to."
I gulped, feeling myself drowning in different emotions.
"Okay."
A feeling of hurt washed through me, knowing Mama couldn't come to see me for the last time before she left. She didn't even care what situation I could end up in, in the clutches of the Alpha.
"Give her the clothes."
Some clothes were thrown at my feet.
"That's how you dress when you go to his room in the morning. Now go take your bath."
I gulped, nodding before closing the door and picking up the clothes from the floor, and my guts tingled, knowing I would be wearing this in broad daylight. The Alpha would see more than he was meant to see.
Goosebumps prickled my skin, and a sense of relief washed through me, realizing I didn't get to warm his bed last night, but... I tore the letter, throwing it out of the window.
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Eyes scanned my body as I rubbed slightly on my arms, bending my head so my hair could cover my face. The black silk dress clung to my body way too much. The strap of the dress was so delicate and thin that I felt nothing holding it to my body as I made my way to the Alpha's chamber. The guards, who were meant to be standing and watching for rogues, had their gazes on me.
"That's what you are, a bitch, when the alpha gets tired of you, I will treat you like the real bitch that you are." One of them came to my side, whispering in my ear as the rest burst into laughter and finally, I pushed the door of the Alpha's room open.
And I saw what the Alpha's other wife had tagged as a morning routine.
The Alpha held his hand out, urging me to come closer as he ate berries through the lips of one of his mistresses, who rolled her eyes at me from where I stood. Another blonde was beside him, fighting so hard to get the other mistress away so she could feed the Alpha.
"You were so sweet last night, darling, and I want to have a taste of you again. Now come on, walk, and come serve your Alpha." He called out to me once more…
Sweet? Last night?
After the wedding, he hadn't been in the room last night. Or did he come in later after the stranger had left?
Have I been…?
My eyes widened slightly, my hand clutching lightly at my stomach as I tried not to let tears out of my eyes.
That was why I found myself in a different room.
The Moon Goddess had done nothing to help.
I was taken without even knowing.
"Are you ready to stand there forever?" The alpha asked and both Mistresses burst into laughter. Young and beautiful and I wondered if both of them do not have mates to have wanted a man old enough to be their father. They moved away from the alpha on his command, and they let me walk to him; his bare touch on my wrist had me almost jerking my wrist off and running out of the room, out of this pack to where he wouldn't be able to find me.
"Feed me." He brought me to his lap, making me sit on his hardened crotch, which states a man's arousal like I had been taught; without going to school, I got free sexual education at such a tender age. I took from the berries, avoiding eye contact as I intended to feed him, but he slapped my hand off, and laughter from his Mistresses tore through the room once more. "So dumb."
"Your father didn't teach you how I am meant to be fed!!" He yelled angrily and I wondered what other ways a person is meant to be fed…spoons with berries?
"Get that between your boobs, that's where I want to eat…. Take the clothes off I want to see you like last night." I gulped, bile rising in my throat as my heart palpitated wildly; maybe today I would get killed, and my head would be placed in the dungeon-like the other women who refuse him…because I was filled with hesitation, my hand refusing to move to my dress and do as he had ordered.
The Alpha's hand suddenly grabbed my neck with not too much pressure, pulling me closer to him, and my gaze met with his anger-filled face. "You were not like this last night; you were so obedient." And I realized it just wasn't me in the Alpha's bed last night; I know I wasn't drugged, and the Alpha wouldn't drug me to get what he wants…what might have happened last night?
"I…I am.. " before I could complete my sentence of apology, an aura that almost took the breath out of me filled the room. It was terrifying, its essence promising hazard, and I know the alpha felt it too because his grip faltered. "What are you doing here, Ronan?"
I tilted my head a little to find the Alpha's Son at the doorway, the heat of his gaze burning into every bit of my soul, making me feel something more than intimidation. "I have something to talk to you about, Father, and I don't want anyone here, it's confidential."