"But unlike us, he will never hit you, isn't that what you've always wanted," Lancelot responds.
"You cruel fucking assholes, haven't I done enough to pay for the sins you committed ?" I point at my father.
He furrows his brows, "Genevieve!" he yells, but I had gone deaf to his scoldings the minute he broke whatever respect I had developed for him a few hours ago.
"I don't want this dress," I say, ripping it apart without mercy.
"This jewelry," I yank the pearl necklace from my neck and toss it to the floor
"This shoe," I take off my heels, throwing it at him which he catches effortlessly. As expected of the reflex of an Alpha.
"Nothing, I want nothing from you people, and I am not becoming that lunatic sex slave."
"You think you have a say in this?" he says.
"..."
The room falls silent when I suddenly hear a creak coming from behind me.
I turned my neck quickly and noticed one of my father's men approaching me from behind, another one from beside me, I was trapped.
"Lock her up, make sure she gets enough food and water until Alpha Snow is ready to receive her," he commands.
"No!!! You can't do this, I don't consent to this!!!"
Regardless of how much I yell, my voice is never heard as I am thrown into my room and the door locked from outside.
Ha~
I don't want to live anymore.
Chapter 3:
Snow POV (Lycan king)
"Yes~ Alpha~"
It's obvious she's enjoying it, but was I? Let's just finish this quickly.
With the last bit of interest left for this pitiful excuse for love making, I reach orgasm in what felt like forever. It is not usually this horrendous but I'm so bored I did not bother to delay my the end of this torture. Women are supposed to be sweet, much like a ripe cherry waiting to be suckled of its juices and sweetness, but this particular cherry was terribly sour. Much more sour than the sour ones I had met previously. It is sad that I had to encounter this one but not again.
"Oh, Alpha, that was~ Amazing," she says, lying helplessly on my bed.
Of course, she's lying but she wouldn't dare speak otherwise because like every other woman she also dreams of returning to my bed again, unfortunately, I do not keep the same woman twice, much less a sour one.
I sit up at the edge of the bed and with a sigh, finally able to catch my breath and speak..
"Leave at once!," I ordered unable to hide the hostility in my voice.
"What~ but Alpha~" she sobs.
Slowly her hand curls up to mine, pissing me off right on the spot.
I turn around, her eyes meeting mine. She shrivels in fear and quickly retrieves her hands. At least she can read my mind. Might not be the most sour one after all.
With lightning speed, she gets off the bed, grabbing her loitering items in her hands, "I'm sorry Alpha, I'll be leaving now," she says, as if I even bothered to ask her to stay. What a nuisance.
Thud! The door shuts, leaving me alone in the large room. Once again, I'm overwhelmed by this feeling of loneliness even though no woman I have encountered has been able to fill this void and I could never be satisfied either.
Knock!
Knock!!
"Alpha."
Hmm?
Gerald, my Beta was using a mind link, it's not at all odd but it is rare.
"What is it Gerald, I'm all ears," I respond.
"Alpha Donava's waiting for you in the conference room, he says it is very important and he must see you as soon as possible," Gerald tells me.
I chuckle at first at the boldness of a cub to challenge a full-grown lion. No one tells me who I can and cannot see.
"He must have hit his head somewhere, send the old man home," I order.
"That's the thing Alpha, he's refusing to leave until he sees you," Gerald says.
I pause, quite intrigued. I wonder what is of utmost importance to make the old man act so stubborn when he has kept a low profile all these years.
I'm certain it should be another request for an alliance, well if it is, I sure hope he's got quite a bargain, after all, I hate unprofitable offers.
All dressed, I make my appearance at the conference room where the old man waits.
He gets up at the mere sight of me, his eyes lowered like it should. At least he knows his place.
Hmm~
What is this matter of importance?
"I see you brought your son," I ask after catching a glance at the most horrible carbon copy I have ever seen.
Donava smiles broadly, he looks rather proud if I do say so myself, as he elbows his son closer. The son proceeds to bow more times than necessary.
"Yes Alpha, I thought it would be nice if he starts knowing his way around the pack, he is a smart kid for his age you see," he tells me.
Smart for his age?
I stare at his kid from head to toe, he looks to be in his twenties. Does he still live with his father? How disgraceful! I thought to myself.
"Forget it, no beating around the bush, why are you here in the first place? You have one minute to give a brief yet detailed answer."
"We are here to request your help in resisting the Rogues," Donava blurts.
I stare at him, admiring his confidence to ask for the unbelievable..
"Please Alpha, we need some of your best fighters to help us," he begs.
"Hahaha! My best men! You want me to send MY best men," I yell so loud I bet their eardrums felt the vibrations.
The audacity of these puny insects to feel entitled to my army.
"You have got to be kidding, you can return to your rabbit hole now and be rest assured that I will not release my soldiers to you," I tell them.