Page 108 of Ruled By The Alpha

A vicious tremor runs through my prize when I duck through the doorway and slam the hatch behind me. The din of vibrating metal does nothing to hide her attempts to stop her sobs, her swallow so labored I feel it as though I’m the one fighting back tears.

Furious over the sliver of weak emotion invading my defenses, I stomp to the bath chamber and dump my terrified female onto the bench lining the wall. She shrieks until her rump hits the hard surface, her eyes wide in pain and fear as the air rushes from her lungs.

“Do not move.”

All three females in the bath suite freeze. One beta remains leaned over the tub, her hand outstretched with a clean washcloth, my command stopping her in the middle of settingit on the ledge. Another stops mid-motion as well, holding a thermometer just above the water. Tear-filled green eyes stare up at me as my omega’s diaphragm finally drags fresh oxygen into her lungs.

I lean down and grab the hem of her shirt, peeling it over her head before she has time to react. Her gasp and slapping hands have no effect, other than to offer me a glorious view of her breasts, but before her body distracts me, I wrap a hand around her throat and lift her from the bench. Two seconds later, her shorts pool around her sorry excuse for slippers. She twists and sobs, scratching my forearms with her sharp nails.

Enjoying the pricks of pain, I pin her neck to the wall and stoop to remove her shoes. When her knee jerks up as though she means to hit my face, I swing her back onto the bench and align my forearm with her sternum, pressing my elbow against her larynx and pinning her arms across her stomach with my hand. Her breasts pillow my arm while my fingertips graze along the exposed apex of her thighs.

She clamps her legs together and tries to curl into a ball to protect herself. I use her reaction to my advantage, yanking her shoes and shorts off and dropping them onto her discarded shirt.

I look over my shoulder and nod for the others to finish their tasks before grabbing her slim ankles with my unoccupied hand. Holding her feet flat on the smooth bench, I allow myself a moment to enjoy her curves.

She may be tiny, but she no longer resembles a child. I ache to sink my teeth into the pink tips of her breasts, while the triangle of hair covering the juncture of her thighs fills my mouth with saliva, her heady aroma strongest there. Though still not ripe enough to sink my cock into, her cunt calls for attention whether she wants it to.

As she flexes her fingers into her own waist, I notice the dirt trapped beneath her nails despite her obvious attempts at wiping them clean. Bruises on her arms and legs betray a history of abuse, which threatens to drag me into a rampage.

This fragile female is mine.Mymarks will be the only ones marring her flesh.

I can’t wait to tame her.

Chapter 3

Char

The cool air wafting over my naked body chills me despite the alpha’s scorching arm plastered to my torso. Without my consent, my flesh reacts, pebbling and tightening as the hairs on his forearm brush along my breasts. Too terrified to scream, I fight to get away, even though there’s no escape.

A soft sound breaks through my frenzied struggle—the door shutting with a click—leaving me alone with the massive brute.

Naked, unable to process what’s happening, and feeling as though I’m stuck in a horrible dream, my shrieks of fear come out as nothing more than whimpers and grunts.

Without warning, the bench disappears from under me, and hard muscles block out the world.

Then I fall for long, endless moments as he drops me, my stomach lurching into my throat and stealing my gasp before liquid fire engulfs me. I thrash and suck down a lungful of water before callused fingers yank my head to the surface of the bath.

I haven’t been fully submerged in water since a fever nearly took my life as a child. The water I remember was ice-cold, so freezing my fingers and toes went numb and my teeth chattered. Now, with a grim face staring down at me, I burn, my skin shriveling and insides throbbing with a painful yet soothing heat.

He forces me under the water again, but pulls me up so fast my scream spits water everywhere.

“Shut your mouth.”

I barely register his deep rumble before he tightens his fingers in my hair and pushes me under again. My lungs ache despite spending only a moment underwater. He lifts my head again, the bath so big I can’t find the leverage to push myself away. Besides, the enormous male has an iron grip on my hair and an unforgiving expression on his face. Coughing and sputtering, I wipe my hands over my face and tuck my heels under my butt, trying to make it harder for him to drown me.

He leans over and picks something up from the ledge behind me, crossing his left arm over his right to reach it. I dare not move despite his divided attention, the scrapes on my knees and elbows panging for the first time. The heat from the water burns the lacerations before it sinks deep into my bones, extracting every other ache and pain until moving seems like a crime. My breath ripples across the surface of the water, and I let my tears flow into the murky liquid.

The pressure leaves my scalp as my captor releases my hair, but I stay poised for an attack, wishing I were strong enough to protect myself. He’s already proven how weak I am compared to him, and I have no doubt he has more to teach me.

I shudder and bite my tongue while I wrap my arms across my chest, trying to hold in my sobs.

A scent unlike anything I’ve ever smelled fills my nostrils, a combination of sunlight and something green. It isn’t quite pleasant, yet I don’t mind it, since it blocks out the alpha pheromones clogging my senses.

Thick fingers slick with soap delve into the task of scrubbing my scalp. I cringe, expecting pain, but they gather my locks atop my head and draw circles from my temples to the base of my skull, sending streaks of unexpected pleasure down my neck. Lulled by their firm, yet careful strokes, my breaths even out and tension leaks from my muscles.

Warm suds trail down my temple and caress the side of my throat before landing in the hot pool. Massive digits wrap around my nape and pull me backward, and I tense and fling my arms out, seeking the lip of the bath. A deep rumble turns my muscles to mush.

“Close your eyes. Take a deep breath.”

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