Selena was brought back to the Alpha's quarters. Dressed in a short white robe that stopped before her knees, her hair was neatly packed into a bun. Her ebony skin was satisfactorily greased, giving it sleek markings. She looked so hot, like a snack, as she plodded into the living room with Aria and Abel.
"I will leave now," Aria bowed her head to Abel and went to wait for him outside.
Tristan sensed Abel's wolf from inside, leaving what he was doing in the bedroom, he went to join them.
"Can I have a word with you?" Abel inquired of Tristan, his forehead turning into a crease. He was worried about his Alpha.
"What's that?" Tristan's eye leveled on Selena who stood quietly behind Abel. His eyes rolled from her hair down to her well-toned legs; she sure was a beauty, one with a different color.
"In private, please," Abel added, taking a step towards the foyer; he hoped Tristan would follow, listen to him and change his mind about Selena.
"What do you want to talk about?" Tristan's voice sounded deep behind him. "I know it's about her, but what is it?"
"Tristan," Abel dubbed.
Tristan looked at him; he knew it was serious whenever Abel used his name instead of his title.
"You can't mate with her," he started. "You will break the pack's rules, and there will be consequences." Abel's eyes held a pleading look. "There are omegas you can pick from the pack and mate with. If you need another mate, there is Dassah. She's eligible to be your mate, the strongest female wolf in the pack..."
"Abel," Tristan interrupted him. "I know the rules. I am the Alpha. I can't mate with her only in my wolf form, but I can in my human form. That's the rule. Why do you want to change it?" He shot angrily at Abel.
"Alpha, you can't do this." Abel wriggled his head apologetically.
"I can do this, and I will do it, Abel. I have not gone anywhere against the pack's rule." Tristan took his stand.
Sometimes, he loathed that Abel always proved to know the right thing to do. He accepted that Abel was older than him, but he was the Alpha and could make his own choices without seeking anyone's opinion. "Case closed. Bring her to my room." He dabbed Abel's shoulders and strode into his bedroom.
Abel shrugged his shoulders; he had lost that one, he knew that.
"Come with me," he said to Selena. She nodded and trotted after him like a lost puppy looking for its mother. "Halt your steps," he commanded when they reached Tristan's room. "Here is the room." He shut his eyes and heaved a sigh. "You will listen to him and do all he wants to avoid getting punished." He cautioned her. His hands moved to the door, he clicked the doorknob and opened wide to Tristan's large bedroom. "Go in," he said, shutting the door behind him as he walked out of the hallway.
With sluggish steps, Selena shifted to his side with fear clouding her mind. She couldn't look up at Tristan; she stopped at a standstill and waited for his orders.
"Come over here," his voice caused a bone in her to jerk. She was far beyond frightened. She did as instructed. "Don't be so slow!" He screamed at her.
Selena boosted her strides, "I-a-m-s-o-rry, Alpha." Her voice was weak.
"Turn around," he commanded. She did that too. "Now, strip. Let me see all that you are worth." He relaxed on the bed, his hands resting on his bare chest. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do to her that night, but she's got a tempting body he couldn't resist. He had planned to stay celibate for three months after his mate's death, and he'd been successful.
He had stayed in the pack house for months and only went out when there was an urgent need for him to attend to. He had met different women on those days he'd been out, but none gave him a bulge under his legs like Selena did.
Seeing her at the podium, he felt something within him and wanted to have her all to himself.
Selena untied the belt of her robe, pulled the material off her body, and fell poorly on the cold floor. Tristan didn't take his eyes off her naked body; Aria was wise to know what he was about to do to Selena because she had no underwear on. He admired her perky black nipples that pointed out of her breasts. Her waist was so slim he wondered if she ever ate. Her curves were massive, he thought he had seen them well in those clothes she wore earlier, but her bareness accentuated them all, properly in a delicious way. He wanted to devour her before he changed his mind.
"Come," he gestured with his hand.
She walked toward him; her steps were coordinated and dramatic.
"On your knees," he commanded.
She went down on her knees, trembling as he stared at her. Tristan pulled his trousers down, and his rigid member popped out, big and ready to perform; he was hard, so hard he wondered who she was and why he was so hard for her.
"Play with him," he said, pointing to his member.
Selena touched him. He groaned and shut his eyes. She wrapped her hands around his member and looked up at him, unsure what to do.
"You can't?" He asked when he saw the skepticism in her eyes.
"I have never," she retorted.
Tristan pushed her away. She fell to the floor with a thud. Her ass hurt from the pain, but she tried to suppress the discomfort she felt within her.
"What do you mean?" He asked, his eyes bloodshot.
"I am sorry, Alpha. I don't know what to do," she begged him.
"Are you a virgin?" He asked her. "I need the truth."
"Yes, I am. I am a virgin." She affirmed without hesitation.
"Interesting," he grinned. "Up, stand up."
Selena jumped up, "Over to the bed," he signaled. She followed his hand and sat on the bed. "Spread your legs," he looked at her. She shut her eyes as she thought of the pains he'd make her go through. She had no idea how that works, she had never done it, but she'd heard some of her friends talk about how painful their first time was.
A sob dropped from her eyes as she thought of her friends; they all lost their lives in the uprising against their tiny and peaceful neighborhood, and she was the only maiden who survived. She was not able to see her family before she was taken away by the internee.
Tristan joined her on the bed, his weight heavy as he jumped in. He looked at her, and roughly, he plunged a finger into her hole. Selena screamed in pain. He tried two fingers but couldn't go in. She was too tight for his fingers to move into her.
"You know why I bought you?" He looked up at her; she shook her head. "To be my slave, you will satisfy me whenever and however I want. I don't care if you're a virgin or not." He forcefully plunged his two fingers into her, thrusting in and out of her. She held the bed and moved her head; she was in severe pain. "I will do whatever I want to your body, I bought you and own you and your fucking body." The pokes with his fingers became fast and short; his fingers circled her clitoris, her wetness coating his hand.
"Please," she begged him. She wasn't enjoying this. It was hurtful, but Tristan didn't listen to her. He went on with thrusting his fingers into her.
Selena cried.
The pains were now quelling; she was beginning to feel the pleasure wash through her body when he suddenly pulled out his fingers.
"You are not allowed to reach your climax on the first night with me. Now, wear back your robe and go back to your quarters. Abel and Aria are waiting for you." He pulled his trousers up to his waist and licked his fingers smudged with her fluid.
Selena jerked out of bed, her legs quivering and hurting. She managed to pick her robe from the floor, wore it back, and tied the belt.
"Now, get the fuck out!" He yelled at her.
She hurried out of the room with tears staining her cheeks. As she walked through the hallway, she thought of this new life; it would be a hellish one, and she needed to brace herself for things that would come her way.
No matter how she thought of it, she still didn't believe it was happening to her.