Very early the next morning, her internal alarm woke her up.
She wanted to stretch her body but realized an arm gripped her. Her heart jumped out of her chest and she was momentarily frozen.
Quietly and with a racing heart, she pulled the arm off and scrambled off the bed, but when her feet touched the floor, the piercing pain in her centre made her lose her footing and she fell.
Panic gripped her when she saw Alpha Floyd sleeping on the bed, completely naked.
She looked at herself in horror, she was bare too. She wanted to get up but the throbbing pain wouldn't let her.
She tried to recall what happened but the images were vague.
How did she get into the Alpha's chamber? Why was she naked and her middle painful?
Her eyes darted around the room and saw her dress lying on the ground.
She scrambled to it, picked it up and noticed it was shredded.
What was happening? She stared strangely at the ripped dress and her brain crashed in bemusement.
The next thing that crossed her mind was, escape!
Hastily, she picked up a blanket lying on the ground, wrapped herself and tiptoed out of the room enduring the pain.
Luckily, it was almost dawn and everywhere was still dark. Speedily, she returned to her room, locked the door and slumped into the bed.
She scanned her body and saw scratches, she scanned her middle and saw white patches.
She touched her core and felt a fluid. Though naive, but had seen such scenes in few books she came across while cleaning the omega's quarters.
Did he do that kind of thing with her? She recalled falling asleep in her room and on her bed.
She suddenly felt an ache in her belly telling her to gear up for an impending punishment, for intruding into the alpha's chamber and the thought made her muscles scream in terror.
Her head began to ache as she forced her brain to recall, then several scenes and images popped up in her head.
He was licking her core, she sucked his length, I like it! So sweet!! Wanna taste it!!
Everything began to rush into her head, her eyes bulged in panic and she clamped her palm over her mouth.
They did it? He slept with her. Then an image appeared, his canines protruded and he .....
She touched her neck and felt the mark. He marked her?
She quickly took out a broken mirror under her pillow and looked at her reflection.
"Oh my goddess!!" He marked her. Fear gripped her and she shuddered.
How did it happen? Floyd would finally kill her? Or was it the luna? She would unearth her corpse and torture her till no power of reincarnation would be left in her.
Should she run? To where? Was she willing to remain a rogue for life?
A rogue without a wolf was worse than death!! What should she do?
Floyd finally woke up. It was the longest and most peaceful sleep he had ever had in a long time.
He stretched tiredly and yawned, then quietly sat up from the bed, and the first object that met his eyes was the shredded dress.
Alora!! He muttered, took a deep long breath and let it out slowly. Her scent still lingered on the sheet and the air.
He went to her, he had a steamy and crazy night with her and ended up marking her. He remembered the heated night and his length awoke.
He felt an overwhelming urge to repeat the episode of the previous night with her.
She had no wolf, yet he made intense love to her, marked her and couldn't get enough of her.
What he couldn't do with his luna, he did exceedingly with her.
He recalled waking up more than twice to savour her delicacy. His wolf was asleep, was he also tired from the steamy night?
Slowly he got off the bed, picked the shredded dress and silk, carefully folded them and kept them in his closet.
He headed to the bathroom, freshened up, wore his royal regal and headed to the court.
At the entrance of the court, he sensed her presence, not his luna, but Alora. His eyes quickly scanned his surrounding and fell on her.
She was carrying a basket of fruits, walking behind Hera. He could tell she sensed his presence too, because her eyes darted around vigilantly and landed on him.
She halted, gazed at him briefly before tearing her gaze away, then hurried to catch up with Hera.
He felt her accelerated heart beat, her panic, her fear, her anxiety, all her emotions, because he marked her in his vulnerable state.
"A fruit fell off." He tried to mind-link her and his jaw dropped when it connected.
She turned around, picked the fruit which fell off and glanced around in horror.
It was Floyd's voice! She heard it clearly! But he was no where in sight.
Her hands tightly gripped the basket in panic and her steps hastened to get out of there.
Floyd saw her actions and smiled bitterly. He couldn't mind-link Hera, even when he had carnal knowledge of her, but with Alora, it was effortless.
Just a day before, he abhorred her and wished she could stay far away from him or possibly, reject him, but in the night of same day, he had an incredible affair with her.
But the mystery remained. Why was he the only one who perceived her scent in the entire pack when she wasn't marked?
Why did she go into heat when she had no wolf? Why was he addicted to her that he ended up banging her many times that night? Why does he still want to bury his hardening in her at that moment.
RIVERVILLE PACK
WEEKS LATER
After the last time he took a stroll with his beta and ended up in an unprepared hunt, Sebastene made it a daily routine, and this day, he was taking his usual walk round the pack when they bumped into Annalise.
"My alpha!!" Her pleasant voice rang and she bowed before him.
"May your day be blessed." She was in glee and giggled.
"Thank you Annalise, how are you today?"
"Very fine alpha as long as you're fine?" She fiddled with her finger and winked at him.
Chlyde stifled a laughter as he saw the terrible look on Sebastene's face.
Sebastene shifted his questioning gaze on Chylde but he looked away in amusement.
Why does her response seemed to have a different meaning and why did she wink at him?
Still in his moment of befuddlement, the bowl in her hand fell and she bent slowly to pick it up.
His mouth hung open when his restless eyes landed on her bare bosom.
Chlyde raised his brows meaningfully, twitched his lips and shifted his posture. Ironically, it was a romantic gesture to an alpha who would rather feel disgusted than attracted.
Quickly, Sebastene pulled his beta's hand and hurried away from Annalise whose face glistened in pride for a signal well sent.
"Did you see that? How could she expose her body like that?"
In his own judgement, it was improper for a young girl to reveal the parts of her body meant to be hidden.
"What if she's abused by men? I'll tell my mother to talk to her!!"
She'd always shown decency since her childhood. What then happened?
Just as Chylde guessed, it was deep disgust and zero attraction. Try harder Annalise!!
In the night of that same day, Sebastene's door was knocked and he opened to see Annalise standing at the door with a near revealing dress.
An icy frown pierced him, and dissatisfaction emerged in his eyes. Was it that she had suddenly taken interest in exposing her body?
"Is all well?" He asked in a cold voice full of hostility.
It wasn't the reaction she expected but concealed her despondency with a forced smile.
"I brought your laundry."
That was when he noticed the folded clothes in her hands.
She had always been responsible for his laundry and meals since he became the alpha, had performed her chores effectively and in decency except that night.
"Wouldn't you have waited till tomorrow?" His peering eyes emitted strong disapproval that she lowered her head, at loss for words.
He gave her a deep penetrating stare, then stepped aside for her to come in.
She walked in, straight to his closet and carefully kept the laundry in there.
Done, she took her leave but when she got to the door where he was still standing, she suddenly hugged him.
Her sudden action trapped his body in temporary numbness, and he stood rigidly, too overwhelmed to move.
She raised her face and gazed into his widened eyes, then brushed her lips on his slightly opened mouth.
Her action snapped him back to reality, unlocked his muscles and in reflex, pushed her away, then took several steps away from her.
She stumbled backward, held the wall to steady her body, her face grew ashen.
His jaw went slacked and he stared at her in horror.
"Sebastene, am I not appealing?" How did her voice become so hushed?
She stepped towards him and before he could put all the pieces together, she had close in on him and held his hand.
Like one who touched a hot surface, he took his hand back in a snap, then wagged his head.
Was that an answer to her question or a rejection?
"Please, leave my room."
He finally found his voice which against his will was low, calm and quite alluring to her, that she swore his words were ironic.
And with absolute certainty that he yearned for her but hampered by his high moral standard, she gripped his waist and kissed him deeply.
The stunning contact of her soft lips against his, sparkled in warm and passion, with an urgent need to communicate something to him that she couldn't convey in words.
He was struck with another paralysis, as everything was happening too fast, too much for his brain to process, and in his moment of immobility, she pushed him slowly to the bed.
And he perceived her actions, quickly raised his hands to push her off his body but then, a bigger shock thumped him.
Her hand was on his groin, rubbing his lenght which he felt rising, and at that point, he was at loss for an action and could only concede.
She could feel his rapid heart beat, and could taste the sweetness of mint, lingered on his mouth, from the mouth wash he used.
She wound her free hand into his hair, as she'd wanted to do each time she saw him.
Her heart was pounding, she wished he would respond, savour her lips just like her, wrap his hands round her and rake his fingers in her long hair which had fallen forward, brushing against his face.
But then, he became confused, as it was his first kiss and was unprepared for it. His first time, so close to a female and in such awkward or should he say amorous position.
His organ wouldn't assent to his will as it jumped excitedly under his fabric at her touch.
Was that the pleasure Chlyde talked about? He could affirm it as what he felt was too good that he lacked a descriptive word for it, but despite the sweet sensation running through him, unwillingness sat in the farthest part of his mind.
She rubbed his bulge more, and every time it jerked at her touch, he gasped deeply.
She felt his body slightly trembling, and his hand went behind his head.
"Don't you like my touch?" She whispered in his ears and he shivered as her hot breath brushed his ear lobe.
So many answers in his mind. He liked it, but wasn't willing. Was he unwilling? He wasn't, but if in his right state of mind, he would refuse their present action.
So it was a yes--- at the moment, it should, but out of the depth of pleasure he had been pushed into, it shouldn't.
She lowered her lips on his again, pried them open and sneaked in her tongue.
This time, he willingly let her in and for the first time responded to her kiss, going with her rhythm, unconsciously wrapped his arms around her back, and released his first deep, low, groans that enticed her more.
She felt her wetness, and that familiar throbbing down there. All she wanted then was his length deep in her.
Pulling down the low neckline of her dress, she plunged out her mounds and he gasped in astonishment.
She directed her bud to his lips, thrust it into his mouth which gaped open.
"Do it Seba!" She whispered, when she saw the uncertainty lying in his eyes.
Disregarding his lack of response, her hand went into his sleep wear and grabbed his hardening, giving him great trembling, which compelled his lips to grip her bud and twirled his tongue around it.
"Annalise!!" Her name escaped his lips in the most arousing voice she had ever heard.
"I can satisfy you alpha, let me do it please!!"
And she rubbed the smooth tip of his hardening and felt her fingers wet with what should be his pre-cum. Using it as a lubricant, she increased the movement of her fingers.
"Fuck!!"
A loud groan rang in the room, vibrated the walls and he gripped her tightly and began to move in rhythm with her hand.
"Annalise please?"
What exactly was his plea for? He couldn't say, but knew he needed her to finish up what she started.
And then, she broke their kiss, ran her mouth down to his groin, about to take his hardening into her mouth, when the door was knocked.
"Seba!!" It was Chlyde, his beta.
Like one hit by a hot current, he pushed her off, jumped off the bed and adjusted his clothes.
He stared at his bulge which stood erect, then shifted his gaze on Annalise whose mounds gazed hungrily at him.
He couldn't open the door, the room smelt of lust. He couldn't answer his beta's call, his voice would definitely betray him, so silence was all he gave.
"Seba!!" Chlyde called again, but after he waited and got no response, he assumed he was asleep and left the chamber.
Certain his beta had left, he pointed to the door. "Leave immediately!!"
But the the words of his mother rang in her head.
"Do all you can to bear his child Annalise!! I don't care the method you use, as long as he doesn't get hurt!!"
With the reminder stuck in her memory, she stood up, took coquettish steps towards him, her mounds bouncing as she walked.
"Fuck!!" He mumbled as he felt his hardening jerk. Not matter what, he wouldn't proceed with the act.
Quickly, he hurried into the bathroom and slammed the door. Annalise sighed in frustration, why did Chlyde interrupt them?
Inside the washroom, Sebastene held the wall and jacked off with a deep, low groan.
Better to ease himself with his hands than allow Annalise's handle his masculinity again.
And after a long wait, Annalise left the bedroom in disappointment.