Chapter 3: Trouble is a Friend

Ansel was on fire like the candle in the lamp. This was his first time, and her first time.

            Their first time ever together, bodies danced to the song of pleasure. Clothes discarded on the cold floor covered by the darkness of the night.

            “Dawn is nearing,” Sasha murmured between Ansel’s flesh.

            “Who cares about the dawn?”

            She shrugged, letting his material slide inside her mouth again. Devouring him whole, tongue playing and lingering. 

            “Even if vultures surround us, we have all the time in the world, Sasha.”

            “We don’t.” Sasha released him and sat. Though Ansel’s weight made the half of her body still pinned on the hay earth. “Am I going too fast? Am I too big?”

            Sasha shook her head in answer. “No. Can’t you see the sky from the window? It’s already the break of dawn!”

            But the Beta pressed his hand on her bosom and entered at her back, continuing their interaction. She sighed and just laid her body flat on the ground. “Fine. Just promise me this will be our last round.”

            Ansel grinned with his teeth flashing. His wet lips dive down on the neck of the beauty before him, moaning and crying out his name with every sensual thrust he did.

***

“You seem tired, Sasha.” Klea, a ginger-haired Slave who is also Alpha Cal’s favorite toy to be whipped, pinched her arm in question.

            She faced her bestfriend, a smile growing wide with every word she spoke. “I just lost my virginity to Ansel.”

            “I knew it!” Klea exclaimed. “I thought it was Giro and Rhia’s moans I heard at midnight. Turns out it’s the two of you!”

            Sasha’s cheeks heated as her bestfriend told her that. “Maybe they are also doing it, you know.”

            “Yeah,” Klea purred as she pressed the cloth in warm water and wiped the window clean. They are currently cleaning Cal’s library, which makes them anxious every second. Hence, they resorted to talking to each other to relieve them of their worries.

            The sky is quite gloomy today. Though there is no snowflake that fell, the wind is enough to let them wear long sleeves and jeans to keep their body warm. Winter is becoming colder day by day.

            “I guess it has been a trend among our pack that Betas and Slaves have a sexual relationship, eh?”

            Sasha just glanced at her, lips curling into a faint smile.

            “So tell me then. How does it feel to do your long-time childhood friend and bestfriend?”            Sasha burst out giggling at that question. Leaning into Klea’s ears, she whispered. “It feels heaven and graceful and very uplifting to the soul.”

            Klea’s mouth slowly fell open to a gasp. “Really?” Her girl bestfriend leaped in excitement, cheeks blushing and filling with heat that she doesn’t know why. “I hope I can also get laid by a Beta, too.”

            Sasha gently pushed her while they laughed loudly. But it halted when the sound of the doorknob turning registered in their ears.

            It’s just a second. It’s just a matter of seconds as Klea took a step backward for the fear she always felt when the Alpha’s footsteps echoed in the area crawled in her skin. All it takes is one second and the loudness of the gilded onyx vase falling to the floor resonated into Sasha’s ears, ringing like the sound of a death bell.

            And the ruthless eyes of Alpha Cal greeted the two Slaves.

***

“I’m so sorry, Alpha!” Klea ended up kneeling on the floor, where the splinters of the black-and-gold vase scattered. The most prized vase of the Steel Pack’s leader that dated back to the great, great grandfather of Alpha Jonas.

            Klea lowered her head further to the floor, already facing the frigid ground of Cal’s library without any hint of hesitation.

            “You wicked little bitch—”

            “It was me, Alpha Cal.” Sasha’s eyes darted to the bruised thigh of her bestfriend, injured by the same man in front of them a week ago for staining Alpha Cal’s clothes with a bit of blood due to Klea’s monthly period.

            Being a Slave doesn’t only mean you have a destitute life. You also have a weak strength when it comes to healing, making scratches and graze took days to heal. And weeks for greater injuries.

            Her bestfriend’s bruise might take two or three weeks more before it completely leave her mocha skin.

            Klea looked at her as if to ask ‘why did you do that?’ But Sasha’s head remained bowed down, refraining to look at her bestfriend nor the ruthless wolf demon in front of her, whose every step is a signal to brace herself to whatever hell Cal may plunge her in.

            “Pick her up.” It was a command to the soft-hearted Beta Giro, who Sasha heard had more pity left in his heart than any of Cal’s Betas. “I said pick her up.” Alpha Cal of the Fire Moon Pack reiterated, voice unfaltering and full of terror.

            Giro hesitated, stopping before Sasha—whose tears now began to flow from the windows of her soul. “I SAID PICK HER UP!!!”

            Giro landed before Sasha, his back aching upon the hit of the tip of Cal’s silver-edged whip. Pain barked throughout his bones and Sasha can vividly see it in a glance at the merciful Beta. Cal struck again, his silver-edged whip carving onto Giro’s back. 

“Please Alpha, stop it!” Sasha stood and tried to halt the Alpha, but Cal’s whip instead landed on her face. On her beautiful face, the face that Ansel just kissed hours ago.

            Klea’s shriek echoed so loud that it almost broke her throat. Another strike of Cal’s instrument lashed at Sasha’s thigh. And another at her feet. And another at her back as Sasha kissed the cold, luscious floor of Cal’s library.

            The Alpha’s mighty hand did not stop hitting Sasha, this time at her back—his favorite part of her. Her Achilles’ Heel. Sasha’s scream played like a broken radio, reverberating in the book-filled room over and over again.

            “Bring her to my room.” Giro did not so much as hoist his enraged face when he ushered the bloody Sasha to a stand. 

            When he saw how Giro helped Sasha stand, Cal instead reached for her auburn hair. Gipping it as if it has no life of its own, dragging Sasha towards his bedroom.

            Only a sigh came out from Sasha’s lips.