CHAPTER FOUR

STORMIE WEST

"Now tell me what the fuck you are doing here?" I asked her with a look of hate in my eyes that matched the one in her eyes.

Her left eye was red and swollen from where I had hit it with my dick trying to force her to suck it. She deserved it as a souvenir for being so lousy. Her presence was starting to annoy especially since it came with the stupid vanilla scent driving me mad with anger.

"Are you dumb or something? Speak up!"

She flinched. I could see she was trembling slightly but I couldn't tell for sure if it was fear or anger. Or maybe both.

"I lost my way." She finally managed to say.

Samantha had turned to face us with a smile on her face. This was what she had been waiting for all this while. I wasn't sure who irritated me more between the slave girl and Samantha but if I had to pick blindfolded then Samantha would definitely get the boot.

"Are you stupid or something? You lost your way heading to the toilet." I gestured to the cleaning instruments by the doorway. She was about to shuffle away to pick up her tools but I held her back.

"I'm sorry sir. Please punish me as you would." She said bowing her head.

She was smarter than Samantha. That part was starting to be obvious.

"We'll get to that in a minute. First, can you see Lady Samantha's breasts?" I asked with a smirk.

She hesitated before saying, "Yes, I can see them."

"Can you see her pussy and ass?" I asked further.

"Yes, sir. I see them too."

"Can you see my dick?"

She paused for a while. Her face when rigid then she answered, "Yes."

"Good. So why are you disrespecting us by having your clothes on? or do you think you are better than us? Is that it?"

She swallowed hard enough for the sound to travel across the entire room. I could see her eyes go dim.

"No sir. I'm sorry."

Her hands shook as she undid her buttons one by one. I could see glimpses of her cleavage and it made my groin ache. By the time she removed the last button, she shrugged out of the white blouse dropping it to the floor. She unhooked her bra slowly and they dropped to expose a perfect set of round firm breasts. I had to curse at how amazing her rosy nipples looked. They were small and pointed like the tip of a deadly bullet.

Next, she unhooked her skirt at the waist and then pushed it down revealing pink lace panties. How was it possible a slave could look this good stripping down? I could see the smile go off Samantha's face and I didn't need to guess the reason. The panties came off too and I was shocked to see her shaved pussy. She had taken time to get it groomed neatly and I could see her damp tender pussy walls. My mouth watered just looking at her stand there vulnerable with her lips parted slightly.

"Nice body," I said ruffling my jet-black hair. It was a messy heap naturally after continuous tussling with different women. I had a soul made wholly of insatiable lust.

She stood shyly without saying a word. Her head dropped hiding her face in a waterfall of blonde hair.

"Too bad it's wasted on you."

Her hands moved to cover her breasts which giggled with every slight movement she made.

"Drop them," I said in a commanding tone and she obeyed.

I could see her trembling where she stood.

"Samantha, did you know this girl happens to be my mate? I shit you not." I said amused.

Samantha gasped in shock unable to comprehend what I just said.

"That can't be possible." She shook her head in disbelief.

Somehow she imagined she was meant for me so as the others that came before her. That was their small limited brain working and nothing more. I belonged to no woman and I would stay that way for a very long time to come.

"Believe it or not. It doesn't change the fact that it's true. The moon goddess decided to fuck with me." I shrugged. That was the best explanation I could think of.

I pulled the silk cover till it wrapped my midriff. Only my upper part was exposed. I got out of the bed and strolled to where she stood. I couldn't stop myself from looking at her round full breasts with a level of admiration I masked with disgust.

"Even with that body, you're still nothing. It's a shame." I said.

"The daughter of the great Alpha, Arthur Crowley. As a child, I idolized your father and what he did to make your pack what it was back in the days. But in the end, he was nothing but a pretender and a traitor."

She raised her head to look at me and saw I meant every word of what I had just said.

"I still can't believe she's your mate. Tell me it's all a joke baby." Samantha purred.

I turned at her. "Would you just shut the fuck up for one minute!"

She choked on whatever words were about to come out of her mouth. The look on her face was priceless. She turned away red-faced grabbing her clothes from the floor and struggling to put them on.

"We can't be mates. There's no way in hell I'll settle for a thing like you." I said as I paced in a circle around her.

"Then reject me." She said.

I stopped pacing for a second. I found it hard to believe she had the guts to speak in my presence without being spoken to first. It was unheard of. She had a lot of balls to do such a thing. I hadn't even gotten around to dishing out a suitable punishment for her since she had been so bold to walk into my chambers without being summoned. Now, this!

I watched her with pure rage burning in my eyes and fuming out of my nostrils.

"Naya Crowley of the Red Sentinel Pack, I, Stormy West, the future Alpha of the Twilight Pack, hereby reject you as my mate!"

She raised her head immediately after I was done with the declaration and then she grinned at me.

"Thank you for that."