Chapter 3: Submitting To The Alpha

Quinn shivered as the males bound her hands behind her back. Her eyes shot silent pleas at the Alpha, but he had already turned away to focus on more important things—things more important than a weak female he planned to sleep with later in the day.

She fought tears as she was led forward into the Alpha’s magnificent building, but when the door was shut, she finally let go of the tears she was holding.

Quinn wept. She wept for the simple days she used to have. The days before she learnt she was specially gifted. Then she wept because she missed her mother.

What was her life going to become now? Locked away as the prisoner of the most ruthless Alpha she had ever heard about.

When her tears were spent, Quinn finally focused on making the most of the bad situation she found herself. Her eyes darted around the room, and for a moment, she took out time to appreciate its sheer magnificence.

It was no doubt a very masculine room with its sharp colors and well defined furniture. The Alpha she saw, did not like clutter. Everything was very neat and put in place.

She needed to find a way of escape! Her eyes darted around the room, and then to the French windows overlooking what looked to be a very splendid garden – then the door opened.

Quinn shivered as she heard very masculine footsteps behind her. She didn’t need to turn around, she knew immediately it was him. All of a sudden, her courage fled and the tears stung her eyes once more as she turned around to face him.

He wasn’t even looking at her, as though she was not important enough to command his attention as soon as he stepped into his room. He unbuttoned his shirt first, and Quinn sucked in an audible breath as her eyes travelled over the expanse of his chest.

His muscles were rigid, rippled across the expanse of his frame as though he were a sculpted Apollo come to life, and in spite of herself, Quinn wondered how those muscles would feel beneath her hands.

Then she blushed more fiercely as she wondered what it would feel like to be held in such powerful arms—she was going to find out so soon, wasn’t that why she was tied up in his room in the first place!

Still ignoring her, the Alpha tugged at his belt and pulled it off, and Quinn was scared that he was going to take off his trousers right then, but to her relief, he only tossed the belt away and then poured himself a shot of whiskey from the decanter.

It was only after he downed that shot that he turned to look at her. His eyes scanned her entire frame, lingering at certain parts and making her blush, then the corner of his lips tugged up in a smile. “You aren’t the healer I’m looking for, are you?”

Before Quinn had the chance to answer, he reached out in one swift move and pulled her to himself. He had done that a little too forcefully and Quinn was already unbalanced because of her hands that were bound at the back. She toppled over and fell on her knees in front of him.

The Alpha bent down in front of her and dug his hand into her hair “so silky, so soft—what’s the trick . . .” he let his voice trail off, and Quinn winced when he tugged harder at the strands, hurting her.

She had heard of males who liked to hurt females in the art of pleasure, and her heart skipped several beats at the thought that this Alpha was one of them.

Her eyes sought his grey once, a plea in her innocent ones, but the plea died when she saw the look in his.

Gently, but with a power she couldn’t resist, he tilted her head up to his and claimed her lips in a kiss that stole her breath away.

Quinn surrendered to his power as his lips plundered hers. His lips were at once gentle, and yet firm. With experienced expertise, he teased her lips open and let his tongue seek out the sensitive parts of her mouth.

Just when Quinn had totally surrendered, the Alpha pulled away from her. His grey eyes were hooded as they searched hers. “If you kiss so badly, I don’t think you can meet my demands of my pleasure.”

With the way her heart was thudding against her breast, it was almost impossible for Quinn to understand what he was saying—but she did, through the fog of her clouded brain.

He must think she was some kind of whore—at least it was a relief that the Alpha didn’t know her as the healer he was looking for, and that would give her time to plan her escape before the Alpha finds out.

The Alpha traced a finger around her delicate jawline. Hooking it under her chin, he turned her face up to his, so that there was no more hiding from his arresting gaze.

“What is your name?”

It was spoken calmly, almost a statement and not a question but – Quinn saw the steel in his gaze. For some reason, she felt he was close to losing his patience with her, and she feared what would happen when he did.

“Quinn.” Her voice was barely a whisper. It sounded painfully fragile, and something about the sound of her own voice, the weak helplessness in them brought tears to her eyes.

“Please. . . .Please I beg of you. I’m sorry . . . I promise I’m sorry. . .Please I—”

His finger on her jaw moved a bit in a caress, and the corner of his lips twisted in a wry smile.

“What are you begging me for Dear Quinn?” A wicked smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Her mouth suddenly went dry, so that she could no longer speak. She was sure he could hear the uneven beating of her heart as it pounded away. “I . . . I” she stammered, not knowing what it was she wanted to say.

The Alpha smiled. That seemed to be all the assurance he needed. He bent down to pick her up, his hands seeking out her own hands, and only then did he notice the rope that bound her hands at her back.

His hands stilled for a second. “This wasn’t necessary.” He said quietly as he carefully untied her.

Quinn sucked in a breath as she regained the freedom of her hands. For some reason, that little amount of freedom emboldened her.

“You gave the orders yourself Alpha Blake” She said quietly when his hands left her.

The Alpha stilled, and Quinn felt her heart stop beating. What had she done! But when she looked up at him, he was smiling.

“My my. The kitten has claws. Who would have thought?”

He got up to his feet, pulling her with him. Quinn gasped as he tugged her to himself. Again, her heart stopped beating as she collided with his rock hard masculine body.

This time, his lips were not gentle when it claimed hers. This time, he seemed to be taunting her, teasing her, drawing out the fight in her and at the same time letting her know she would never win in a fight against him.

He dragged her to the bed, roughly, so that she tumbled against it, her lovely dark hair scattered in all directions. His lips left hers to whisper in her ear,

“Where is the fighter I saw earlier sweetheart? The one who wasn’t frightened enough to challenge me?”

Quinn heard him say and wanted to regain her courage, but this was new territory to her.

She was used to challenging other males from the pack where she had come from, but not this powerful Alpha who had the ability to set her pulse racing and her body on fire with a single look.

His hand moved lower to circle her rounded flesh, stroking her through the fabrics of her dress, but when he tore her dress in one swift powerful move, Quinn knew it was now or never.

She could either succumb to her body’s desires, submit to his will, and let him draw his pleasure from her as well as bring her the sweetest pleasure she had ever known until he had his fill and cast her aside like a worn shoe.

A pleasure toy fit for his betas to toy with as they wanted. She could allow that, or she could fight him now.