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“I can't just sit around and be forced to marry the Alpha King. I have to break my hymen! The bastard won't take me then,” I said and stared at myself in the mirror. It was a decision that would change my life, that may kill me. “I will do it!”

Darkness cloaked my room.

That was the first step – to ensure I wasn’t seen. My hand went straight to my inner thigh. I knew the jinks: slow and soft. I brushed through my muns and then closed my eyes to savor the feelings.

I rummaged through my panty as though I was looking for something. But then my hands rested on my lips and I brushed through.

Before me sat a plain, unmarked box. Its contents were a secret I’d eagerly awaited, a secret that held the key to unlocking desires I hadn’t fully understood… yet.

I had ordered it impulsively, an act born from a confluence of dread and burgeoning lust. Tonight, the night before my 18th birthday, was all I had before I’d be mated to the Alpha of the Damned Wolves of the Furiosa Pack – a brutal, powerful creature whose very name whispered of violence and domination.

On my phone screen, my favorite p**n actress, Jenny Da’Bitch, was demonstrating her “Do It Yourself” course – which was precisely why I had ordered that box.

I watched Jenny as she delved deeper into her pants. My lips were pressed together, trying to keep the moans contained within the confines of my room. Unable to completely stifle them, my breath seized at intervals.

“Uhm… Uhmmm…” It was building, and I loved it.

I was a virgin. I’d been kept a virgin. The Alpha would expect purity, a pristine vessel for his sexual desires and dominance.

But I didn’t want him. I didn’t want his brutal claim and his ownership. I wanted sex, but not with him. I wanted a life where I’d be free, not trapped in the Alpha’s cage, merely to bear pups and raise them.

Jenny spread her legs before the camera and I watched as she gently touched her clitoris. I did the same. My body felt strangely hot, yet icy with the juice welling up in my pussy.

With a shaky breath, I slid my silk panties to the floor and sat on the bed. My fingers, guided by the images on my screen, tentatively explored my own body.

“Hmmm. Oh yeah. Thanks, Jenny.”

The pleasure, unexpected and fierce, surprised me. I threw my head back, my eyes rolling. It was a wave of heat and tingling, building and building until I was writhing under its intensity. Just the touch!

The video on my phone seemed to fade, only my physical sensations remained as my fingers traced the soft swell of my lips, then moved higher to my breasts, gently kneading the sensitive flesh. “Arhhh,” I mumbled.

My fingers brushed against my nipples, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. My chest rose and fell rapidly. My fingers moved faster, more urgently, yet still softly.

“Arhh!”

“Hmm!”

“Shhh!”

My moans grew louder, more desperate. I felt my body flush hot as the pleasure reached its peak, a tidal wave of sensations exploding within me, leaving me trembling and breathless, releasing a torrent of fluids. The fountain Jenny talked about.

Now Jenny Da’Bitch picked up her tool, and in response, my gaze returned to the box. Following Jenny’s coaching: “…never allow the budding feeling to die. Before it gets boring, go onto the next…”

I reached for it and lifted the lid, revealing its contents: a sleek, dark rubber tool with veins around it, a 6½ – a dildo.

It was a way to taste freedom, even if only for a brief moment. I wouldn’t let the Alpha decide how I felt about my body.

I dropped my phone. I knew what to do. My hands moved over its smooth surface, my breathing shallow and rapid.

I positioned myself on the bed, legs spread wide. I brought the dildo to my lips, tracing its curves with my tongue, then my fingers, touching myself, feeling the smoothness and coldness against my skin.

“…adore it like it’s a god; it will make you cry and call for the other God, with a capital G…”

I touched the tip of the dildo to my clitoris, then leaned forward to ensure I’d achieved the right lubrication to avoid pain. I bent it so the tip was right before my entrance, then…

A knock!

The knock at the door cut through my indecision. The sound sliced through my mounting excitement, a jarring interruption in the storm of my desires.

My breath hitched. Who could it be? The fear that I’d been discovered shook me. My heart raced; it felt like it was going to beat out of my chest.

I gripped the dildo tightly. If the knocking didn’t persist, I’d continue.

“Elara, I know you’re in there, open up.”

It was Ronan, my stepbrother. I hastily shoved the dildo back into its box and hid it under my bed.

I opened the door a crack, only intending to ask him what he wanted, but Ronan pushed past and hurried into the room.

"Your room smells,” he said, turning to look at me. “Like sweat and cum. Like sex," he stated, sniffing the air.

"It's none of your concern," I snapped.

Ronan stepped further into the room and bent to pick up my panties. “Ouch, so wet,” he said, sniffing them. He held them like they were a sensation to him.

I stared back at him. *Bastard!* I cursed silently.

I hadn’t forgotten the deep-seated hatred for Ronan and his mother. I hated them for everything they’d done to me, for taking away everything that was mine, reducing me to an unwanted daughter, making me feel less than. Turning me into someone I’d never intended to be, ever since Ronan became the heir to the pack.

Ronan suddenly pulled down his pants. I watched as his boxers fell to his ankles. His erection was building. His dick was smaller than the dildo I’d bought. I remembered Jenny’s words: “…if you find one bigger, thicker, and longer than a 6½ dildo, then the bearer must be a god, if he knows how to use it…”

I’d never seen an erect penis before; only on my phone. It was a strange, unfamiliar sight.

"At the smell of sex, my dick stands," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Let me show you the real deal. My touch will ten times supersede whatever you do to yourself.”

*Oh my!* I thought. The thought of his flesh, real and warm, against mine, was undeniably appealing. It would be more fulfilling than the cold rubber, wouldn’t it?

Jenny Da’Bitch’s words settled in: “…regardless, a real dick is a real deal. Flesh on flesh, cartilages on soft palates. It’s unarguably better than a dildo…”

It would birth the same result – rejection from the Alpha – but the immediate pleasure would be intense.

But in that same moment, the tide of hatred and resentment, momentarily subdued by my own sexual frustration, surged back.

"Get out!" I shouted. “You bastard!”

Ronan, taken aback by the ferocity in my eyes, threw the panties at me, then pulled up his boxers and trousers.

"Father wants to see you," he mumbled. "He's downstairs." He turned and left.

After he left, I rushed to the restroom. The cold water did little to wash away the heat lingering between my legs.

I pulled on new panties and sprayed on some body spray. But I could still smell my own sexual scent.

Downstairs, the familiar tableau awaited: my father and stepmother, seated side-by-side, hands clasped – a posture that signaled an unpleasant decision.

I sat opposite them, my heart still beating faster; I wasn’t over the sexual tension.

"The entire household of the Furiosa Pack are called home for the Christmas and New Year moon party," my father announced. "As an outpost pack under the Damned Pack, my contribution is you, to fulfill your fated mating right to the Alpha. I received the order yesterday, and a convoy is set to arrive today.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. Shock, followed instantly by white-hot rage, coursed through my veins.

*Today?!*

My stomach churned. I needed to pee. Tears formed in my eyes, and the sexual tension I’d built up dissolved.

*My life is done!* I thought. The Alpha of Furiosa was old and evil, with eleven wives. There might be more. I wondered what life of slavery awaited me.

If only Ronan hadn’t knocked, I thought bitterly. If only I’d had more time, more opportunity.

"What! Father? I'm not ready," I exclaimed.

My father slammed his fist on the table. "I'm not just your father, I'm your Alpha. You will do as I say!" he roared.

I stood. I wished I could talk back. This was my life being decided, being handed over like some prize possession without my say, and this rage sparked within me.

"Is she still a virgin?" my father asked, turning to my stepmother. "If not, she'll be rejected."

My stepmother’s voice was smooth, almost sweet. "She is. That's why I barred her from going out. Even to school.”

A cold realization washed over me. *Now I see,* I muttered to myself. The pieces of the puzzle clicked into place. I’d thought it was Father’s idea to ground me… it was *her*. She’d wanted a way to get me out of the household. And she’d won.

There had to be a way out, a way to escape this forced union, this brutal sacrifice, I thought, and a desperate plan formed in my mind.

There's a way out, I whispered to myself.

Get back upstairs, use the dildo… There’s one way to achieve that, and that’s not to incite their suspicion. “It’s okay, Father. I’ll accept my fate,” I mumbled.

"Good girl," my father said with a smile. “You will make me proud.”

As I turned to ascend the stairs, Ronan appeared with the box containing the dildo.

"Father," he called, "maybe you should sedate her. She might break her hymen."

I lunged at Ronan. I had no plan, but still, I launched an attack. Was it to get the dildo, to kill him, or to bite him? I didn’t know.

But before I could react, a searing pain shot through my head, knocking me off my feet and sending me tumbling down the stairs. Darkness swallowed me whole.

Where I woke up was a shock.