Raven didn’t want to strip. If they had sex, he’d know they were mates. Luckily, Alpha Jones hadn’t wanted to find her until now. She lucked out again when he had shown no interest in knowing her. Her name only padded his pack roster when a census happened, and it helped him keep his seat on the Toronto Council of Alphas. Here he was now, crowding her into the enormous shower, commanding her to stand exposed before him. Alpha Jones didn’t trust her. Nor did she trust him. He’d stripped her of more than her clothes and in a few hours, he’d make it known to everyone that he’d stripped her of her personhood, too. Then, she’d be no different from a dog or cat. The pack would have no use for. He’d controlled her every move, and she couldn’t say no to him. Or anyone he gave control of her to. So far, he’d insisted only he could touch her. But she’d heard stories of pets turned into sexual party favors by other Alphas. Used by the guests to pleasure themse
Raven awoke to the Pack’s Beta standing over them. He’d crossed his arms, a stern expression rested on his face, and one eyebrow raised in question. “One hour Alpha until the meeting begins. Would you like me to find something for your pet to wear?” He knew what Alpha Jonas planned. How many others knew already? Raven cringed at this realization. “Have someone burn what’s there. She won’t wear anything like that again. So, bring something simple but decent. I want to see what she brought with her before she wears it again. I won’t have her embarrassing us with wearing garbage.” Alpha Jones pointed to the pile of clothes Raven left at the entrance. The Beta picked up the body suit and sneered at it. The look of abject disgust when he found the shorts was comical. “You want me to style her?” His Beta asked. His disbelief was clear and present. They didn’t treat pets in a fair manner. Pets were the ones who did the tasks no one else would.
Dom sat at his seat looking out through the Grand Hall. All the seats were full now. Raven, he had sat on a stool beside his foot before him. Paul sat to his right, while Dom’s left sat vacant. His Luna would one day sit there, but he hadn’t decided if he’d announce that he knew who his fated mate was. He also needed to know she’d have the knowledge, skills, and manners to be his Luna. Dom couldn’t have her questioning him before everyone or insulting him. Nor could she countermand his decrees. Her brother was a problem of epic proportions he’d deal with right now. Dom wanted to curse out Paul for making him second guess his decision to make Raven his pet. He didn’t want her disappearing on him. Nor did he want someone like Alpha Klyne to get their claws into her. Skinny as she was, Raven was still a beautiful she-wolf in every aspect. She’d be a weakness if he didn’t keep her protected now. Liam’s mistake would be Dom’s benefit. He wouldn’t drag he
Dom, with his wolf-like hearing, heard the whispers in this crowded room. The consensus was that they’re not surprised it hadn’t happened earlier. They couldn’t comprehend why Raven didn’t proceed with the sale to eliminate the final Miller wolf. That last part irked Dom and his annoyance rose. He kept his anger in check, but he was sure that everyone in the room could sense it radiating off him. If they couldn’t scent it. He stroked Raven’s hair again as he composed himself again before he continued to speak. Dom’s hand found its way under her chin and raised it so he could study her serious face. “Now it’s your turn to learn your fated for the near future.” “It’s as the Alpha wills. As you say. You bought me, and now you own me. I dared you to catch me and you did. It was my mistake to tell you that you could do as you wished with me. Now I will live with my mistakes.” Raven sounded and looked resigned about this. Hilary obeyed Dom’s every command
Raven listened to Alpha Jones speak. This was not everyone in the Pack. Despite this, enough attendees made it official, and by day’s end, everyone else got Alpha Jones’ message. She couldn’t avoid it. He’d made her sit beside him before everyone. Raven didn’t dare raise her head; she was too embarrassed to do that. Sitting there like this was humiliating. Only the collar and leash were missing. That wasn’t all true. He allowed her to dress, even if she wasn’t used to dressing in clothing like this. Alpha Jones also ordered her to not put makeup on. So, every adult she-wolf but her wore make up here. She lacked the worth and effort of others. She’d remember this upon departure, and he’d grow weary of whatever this meant to him. The restrictions were so personal to him. Someone making her do their bidding without his permission would insult him. No one would do what he’d Dome and buy someone. That Raven could agree with. He didn’t allow her to speak with her only living rela
The Alpha guided her into his study. It’s been over a year since she was here. Not since he’d called her up on the carpet about Liam’s actions. Raven didn’t understand how she, as an unranked wolf, led her family. When her brother had ranked as an Omega. “Sit on the sofa near the window.” Alpha Jones said in her ear as the Beta closed the door behind them. “Will we do this in front of her Alpha?” Paul asked, observing Raven’s meek posture contrasting with her annoyed glare. “Is there a reason for your desire to hide what you say from her?” He asked. His tone demanded an answer from his Beta. Raven didn’t understand what would make this matter to anyone, including herself. She was no longer considered worthy of consideration. She didn’t matter. “Alpha, you declared her your pet. She doesn’t have any business hearing what we have to say.” Raven was unsure of the Beta’s feelings towards her. He went from hating her to protecting her, but the
“Alpha what are you doing?” Raven tried to lean away from Alpha Jones. She’d struggled with his scent, so close to her and distracting her from her struggles with her wolf and her temper. He tightened his hold on her. “I’m enjoying my pet. What do you think I’m doing?” He found her resistance did nothing for his annoyance. “I thought you were supposed to like your Beta.” Raven said. She tried to move out of his arms, but he held her to his side a little tighter. “Why would you think I don’t like my Beta?” Her words made him stop and look at her a little closer. A frown returned to his face. “Because you’ve been horrible to him. What does it matter if he likes me or not? You’ve told everyone I’m a pet and nothing more.” Dom didn’t enjoy hearing her said that even though he’d said this himself. It hit with a different type of impact when she said it. “It doesn’t matter. The problem is he’s questioning my wishes and demands.” He
Raven advised him to get rid of her. Paul advised him to do the same. But she was his mate. His fated mate, a mate who wasn’t ready to take her place at his side without him losing everything he had. His happiness or the happiness of his Pack. Dom hesitated to select either option. Her presence should benefit the Pack. He’d hoped to have her behave in a manner that others would accept and ease the idea that the Pack’s disbelief in her was incorrect. Raise her up and change her reputation before installing her as the Luna of his Pack. All while forming a bond between them. But he couldn’t do that if she wasn’t beside him. If he sent her away, they’d never form the bond. He should have formed this bond sooner. But he’d given her the space to deal with her brother and the problems he made for everyone. What did her brother do? He used her to pay off his debts. Liam knew she couldn’t pay off his debts with money. He used her body to pay them off. The glass flew from