CHAPTER 3: PLAN B

KAIN’S POV

I knew it was her from the moment she walked into my office by that exotic maddening scent wafting off her skin, just like it had that night.

She was exceptional, alluring physically, standing out in a crowd of simply bland women.

The perfect add to my collection.

Her unusual, almost white hair and crystal blue eyes were like none other, far from the typical, and then the daring stare she passed my way.

I threw away the measly price of only 2 million to get her as mine rightfully. She’s nothing but a pretty trophy among many others, to simply show that I have the best of everything and more.

Looking up from my desk now and seeing her, however, has me momentarily irked as I haven’t given an order for her to stand before me yet.

Order.

That’s how I want things to work in my pack. Order is everything, makes everything flow smoothly.

Anything out of order is disorder, and I can’t stand for that. But looking at her face right now, staring at me with feigned wide innocent eyes… trying to fool me?

Well, I guess I can entertain her, seeing as I’m bored.

“I see that you didn’t heed to my instructions. Don’t approach unless called to.” I say tiredly.

I see the glint in her eyes before she makes a pout like a spoilt child. I see right through every façade she puts on.

“I guess I couldn’t wait to see you again after last night.” She replies.

I see, it’s obvious what’s going on here.

I must have hurt her pride not going to her the night before, which is none of my business. I don’t have to care about the feelings of anything I own. They belong to me for a purpose; to serve faithfully.

The fact that she defied my orders just for all this has me peeved again, and I rise to me feet, quickly towering over her small frame easily.

“When I give an order, you follow it exactly as stated.” I remind her of her place, stepping close enough to her to instill a bit of fear in her, picking up a small lock of hair.

It is only her fear that will keep her in check as I want her to be. If not, it would be a waste to end such a pretty she-wolf.

However, the fear I expect to see only flashes very briefly in her eyes.

Impressive.

The way she easily pushes aside her emotions to remain mostly unreadable piques my interest in this little she wolf.

“I guess I’ve been a bad girl.” She says suddenly in a sultry tone.

Something in the way her eyes flicker daringly has my cock hardening instantly in my pants and arousal surges within my blood.

I’m torn between pushing her against the wall and choking her hard for having so much audacity to talk back at me, or taking her like the filthy girl she wanted to be.

I look down at the lips of this vixen.

“So, you want to be punished… that’s why you’re here?”

“Maybe.”

She’s toying with me, playing games with the devil. She’s getting on my nerves even more.

Disrespectful and impudent.

She needs more than a punishment to put her in check. Perhaps whipped publicly or placed in confinement for a week.

Yet, all I can think of is punishing those filthy lips that dared tempt me when they belong solely to me and exist for my own pleasure.

I have nothing else to do, might as well take her for myself.

I lean down against her, taking what is mine.

I take them forcefully, biting and sucking, pushing her dirty tongue that had dared to speak in my presence, these lips that had aided them.

I take everything forcefully, reaching out and grabbing her thin neck that I could snap like a twig without a second’s thought.

I pin her against the wall, lifting up the lower part of her dress, revealing her bare naked ass, and I growl like a feral beast.

Even her ass mocks me.

I pull out my member and pummel into her despite her reluctance, taking her forcefully against the wall.

The warm heat of her wet core sucks me instantly, gripping onto me like a vice.

The instant pleasure shooting up my dick takes me off guard quickly and forces me to thrust forward uncontrollably while her moans fill the air.

I thrust mindlessly, seeking my own pleasure before an orgasm rips through her and she vibrates beneath me, falling apart instantly.

It’s only then that my sense falls back into me and I’ve realized what I’ve done.

Let myself lose in the face of pleasure, letting said pleasure take away my sane thoughts, letting it have power over me when I should be the one in control…

I pull out of her quickly at the thought of anything having power over me, tucking in my pants.

“Get out.” I say.

The bitch is still confused and reluctant. I’m in no mood to tolerate her defiance anymore.

“I didn’t know I bought a half deaf whore. I said, get out!” I growl louder, so my voice thunders against the walls echoing around us.

She shivers momentarily, dashing out the door without wasting another moment.

When she’s gone, set in a fit of rage, I pick up my desk, setting the pile of files on my table all over the floor and throwing my table across the room.

It’s not enough; my anger is far from being satiated.

I want to smash something more, feel her beg for mercy while she quivers beneath me.

The door suddenly pulling open quickly distracts me from my anger just as my Beta walks in.

He pauses at the sight of everything… the broken piece of furniture on the floor.

“Uhm… did I walk in on something just now?” He asks playfully as always with that obnoxious light tone in his voice.

I groan, turning back to him with a glare, not in the mood for his shenanigans.

“Something that’s none of your business.” I growl at him, barely holding my anger.

If it had been anyone else, I would have their heads for simply being too nosy.

“It would be hard to keep my nose out of this, not after a maid just ran out of this room that smells like… sex?” He prods further, like the annoying bastard he is.

There’s this sudden spur of a migraine quickly settling in.

“That wasn’t a maid. Which reminds me; lock up every guard standing outside my door. If they can’t spot an imposter posing as a maid, they’re as good as useless.”

“Wait… if she wasn’t a maid… and you just…”

“She’s the girl from the auction.” I point out dryly.

His eyes widens briefly, quickly realizing what I had meant. He had been by my side that night when she had walked onto the stage, mesmerizing half of the crowd instantly.

Being there last night had been purely for entertainment and nothing more. Neither he nor I had expected that anything would grab my attention.

“I see… From the looks of it, she wasn’t that good for you to be so provoked to the point of ruining your office.”

I groan, rubbing my temples now, knowing in the pit of my gut that it’s something far from that but choosing to say nothing more on the topic, for my sanity.

“Stop talking, Ivan, and call in Yvonne.” I say coldly, far from being in the mood for his teasing.

He makes the move to say something more but I pass him a cold stare that shuts him off.

He then bows his head simply.

“Yes, Alpha.”

***

LILITH’S POV

I run out of the room just as the large crashing sound echoes from his office, dashing past his guards successfully before they figure me out. I run through the memorized hallways until I’m right in front of my room.

I pull the double doors apart and rush in, slamming the doors shut.

What the actual fuck?

I knew he was crazy… but not that crazy.

Everything was going as planned with minor hookups in the way, finally giving way for my plans, right until his sudden mood swing.

After taking me so vigorously…

I touch the tip of my lower lips, still feeling the shadow of his lips brushing fiercely against mine… losing my thought process into just how good it had felt. I catch myself shaking my head.

So, what if he had been good, and a little too rough? I shouldn’t be focusing on any of that even though I hadn’t expected most of it.

I rarely slept with my targets. Most of them only needed a few belly rubs and praises before they start squealing, but Kain proved to be a different breed.

Stubborn, yes, but surely not untamable.

I realize finally that this might not be as quick as a mission as I had hoped.

I felt it in the way he gripped me and tossed me around. ‘We liked it’, my wolf grumbles within me.

Now, I have to fall back on plan B.

If getting info from the Alpha himself proved to be an issue, then I would simply find another way around it.

The best possible way to get a glimpse at their weaknesses is through pack gossip, and the best source of said pack gossip is by getting out there myself and mingling with them.

With a now strengthened resolve, I change into something else… a black crop top and jeans with black boots.

I step out of my room, taking a good look around the hall way for anyone that could spot me and report my whereabouts to anyone.

Once the coast is clear, I step out, maneuvering my way through the hall way towards what I think could be the exit based on a bit of info I’ve successfully picked here and there.

The last thing I need is anyone finding out where I’m going to.

I manage to successfully maneuver my way pass the guards and maids I come across till I successfully find an exit point and escape right through it unnoticed.

After minutes of walking, I finally come across the various pack buildings with almost every house looking exactly like the other in an almost too organized system.

The neighborhood seems exceptionally friendly with a few passersby greeting the other with warm smiles and gentle hugs, others going about their usual business.

The perfect environment to integrate myself into and retrieve information, but once the first few eyes turn my direction, cheerful smiles morph into cold heartless stares.

The air quickly shifts into clear hostility staring back at me with looks similar to the ones I had been used to all my life.