Chapter 2: A Night With the Alpha

I dropped my hand to inhale deeply and my eyes quickly scanned the state he was in—bright yet bleary eyes, high temperature, flushed face, and uncontrolled release of sexual pheromones. I’ve never seen a werewolf in heat before, but I was certain.

“Isabella,” he whispered into the crook of my neck.

I’m going to have to give him a Raudona pill fast. The entire duration of my stay, he’s never been in heat, so I assumed that he’s been taking a regular dose of those heat suppressants. But the problem is that I don’t know where he keeps his stash.

“Master, where do you keep your pills?”

My body tingled the more I breathe in his pheromones. I’m afraid that if I stay in the same room as him any longer, I might lose my mind. I craned my neck from side to side, looking for a cabinet or a box that might store the medicine.

With my hands on his chest, I tried to push myself off of him. But even before my feet could touch the floor, he wrapped his arms around my waist tightly and pressed me against him. I gasped in surprise.

He looked up at me, his smirk getting wider. Dylan was usually so stoic that even serving him for a few months had never helped me figure out what he was thinking. So looking at him in such a state was starting to… turn me on. It didn’t help either that the pheromones lingering in the air were making me weaker by the second.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. One of us should at least keep a level head at this moment. If I give in, the rest of the werewolves in the pack were surely going to ravage me as soon as the alpha would give the word. Dylan would not want to mate with a mere human. In fact, no werewolf would want that, alpha or not.

The thought made me swallow. “M-Master… Please let me go, I need to find your medicine.”

“It’s okay,” he replied, his grip getting painfully tighter. “Don’t bother”

“B-But—”

“Because I don’t have any.”

I gasped audibly as he swiftly moved to throw me on the bed with him on top of me. His elbows rested on either side of my head as he leaned in, pressing his lean body against mine without fully crushing me under his weight. Unlike the first time we met, his golden orbs showed no hint of perilous dominance—although he was still very much being dominant right at this moment.

“Isabella would do anything for her master, am I right?” he whispered in my ear, sending pleasurable chills down my spine. “Now, be a good girl and stay still.”

He had always referred to me as a ‘good girl’, but the way he said it just now sent a new feeling coursing throughout my body. His pheromones were getting impossibly stronger by the second, causing my breaths to fall short. My vision was tunneling and my chest palpitated dangerously.

“M-Master…” I mumbled. He began planting kisses down my neck and I bit down on my lip to suppress the moans oozing out of me. In between breaths, I forced myself to croak out, “Y-You can’t do t-this… with a-a mere human.”

“Yes, I can,” his breath tickled my skin.

It was common knowledge that any form of relationship between a werewolf and a human was taboo—what more if it was with an alpha? I opened my mouth to protest, mustering all the remaining strength I had to push him away, but when he ripped my t-shirt dress in an instant, the only sound that escaped my lips was yet another loud gasp.

Dylan growled deeply as he threw the tattered fabric onto the floor, his eyes relentlessly raking my naked body. The feeling of both his sexual pheromones on my exposed skin and being under his intense gaze left me shuddering underneath him, and no room for embarrassment. He was barely touching me and yet he already had this fierce effect on me. I’m afraid that if he continues, I would completely lose all rationality.

I should have expected just as much from an alpha.

Then he kissed me on the mouth. It was my first kiss and things were just happening so fast that my brain seemed to slow down. I shouldn’t have accepted his kiss, but my body moved on its own, my lips moving sloppily against his. He sucked on my tongue and I moaned. My body was warming up like it was on fire.

“Master,” I panted once he pulled away to hastily remove his clothes, revealing the tanned muscles under his shirt and the tent in his boxers. His torso was speckled with scars that were most probably from the claws of his enemy werewolves.

I reached out a hand to caress one of the scars with my fingers. He faltered for a moment, his aggressiveness fading, until his mating instinct kicked in once more. He caught my wrist and brought it to his lips to leave a raging red hickey there.

“Give yourself to me, Isabella,” he said, his deep voice resonating throughout the room. His unfocused eyes told me he had totally blacked out.

It must’ve been his pheromones’ effect on me that made me unable to say no.

Once I nodded my head wordlessly in response, Dylan wasted no time to lean in, kissing me and grinding his hard arousal against my damp panties. He would hit a certain spot, making jolts of pleasure shoot up my entire body. My back arched instinctively, presenting my nakedness to him and urging him, as his hands explored and squeezed and rubbed my erogenous spots.

All this time, I was trying to keep my hands to myself as much as I could, afraid that he would react badly to a mere slave’s touch. But when he finally pulled down my underwear and went down on me, swirling his tongue around my perky clit, my hands flew to his hair. He didn’t seem to mind, so I let my fingers run through his silky dark locks.

“You’re so wet,” he mumbled while his middle finger rubbed my entrance. Then, without warning, he thrust it in. I inhaled sharply as pain spread out in my pelvis area. “For your first time, you’re reacting quite well”

It was odd how that statement turned me on. “M-Master”

After a while, he inserted another finger, and my vision gradually blurred as tears welled up in my eyes. I felt his fingers scissor inside me, loosening me up even more. But the pain was starting to feel uncomfortable and unbearable that I didn’t want to go any further.

I wanted to scream in complaint as my womanhood burned excruciatingly, but when I opened my mouth, no sound came out. My strength was waning and the best I could do was to clench my hands into fists in his hair in silent protest, but it did not faze him.

“Master, I-I can’t…”

Dylan looked up to smirk at me, his eyes lit with mischief. “Isabella.”

“Please, master,” I sobbed. The pain was becoming too much for me to handle. “It h-hurts.”

He pulled out his fingers, leaving me feeling sore and raw. I sighed in relief, but his pheromones continued to choke me, tempting me into submission. I was still undeniably feeling aroused, but the pain was more than I expected.

Through my hazy vision, I saw him pull down his boxers, exposing his hard member. The soreness in the crevice between my thighs intensified as if it had fears of its own to express. My eyes widened in terror at the realization of the events unfolding before me.

“Isabella,” he called out to me once more. Dylan placed his palms on my thighs and spread them open. He licked his lips, “You look amazing.”

I trembled under his touch. His fingers alone were enough to send me writhing in pain, so I couldn’t imagine how something that huge would fit inside me.

“Master, please don’t—”

He cut me off with a kiss. Unlike the one before, this time was more needy and aggressive, so it was naturally more tempting as well. I returned the gesture, melting under his touch and following his lead. His hand found one of my breasts and fondled it before flicking an erect nipple. I couldn’t help but moan. I felt his tip rubbing against my entrance and my eyes flew open, but before I could do anything, he violently thrust it into me.

I screamed in pain, and I jolted upwards to cling to him. He placed a hand behind my head and hooked his chin over my shoulder to whisper shushed comforting words in my ear. I risked a peek and found dots of blood on the white sheets.

“P-Please pull i-it out,” I huffed, feeling my consciousness slowly ebb away as the pain and the pheromones lingering in the air continued to suffocate me. “Master… I-I can’t…”

However, Dylan didn’t listen, which was no surprise considering the state that he was in. He proceeded to thrust violently over and over, moaning with pleasure into my ear. My body ached badly, and I clawed onto his back in an attempt to wake him up from his trance, but to no avail.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so tight, Isabella.”

I had no energy left to even respond. My lids felt heavy and my vision spun. Just when I thought I was going to pass out, he licked the back of my ear before suddenly biting into my skin. My eyes flew open, and I shrieked in agony. Even when I kicked on the sheets and punched his chest, he didn’t let go.

“Stop! That hurts!”

Then suddenly, something inside me changed. I couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but I felt strength flow into me through the spot where he had bitten me. My senses heightened, enabling me to be more aware of my surroundings than usual, and my heart thumped faster and louder against my ribcage that I was afraid that it might burst at any moment.

It was a weird sensation, but I briefly felt invincible until, just as how fast the feeling came, the odd effect drained out of me. The abrupt changes in my body made me feel dizzy, combined with the stifling pheromones in the room, and I finally lost consciousness.

The last thing I heard was Dylan moaning as he climaxed inside me.