Chapter 6

**Scarlett’s POV**

I stood there, rooted to the spot with my stomach pressed against the hospital bed as he plunged into me continuously with precise thrusts. My head reeled, my vision blurred and my legs were fast turning into jelly, but he didn’t stop. 

To worsen matters, he forbade me from making any sounds in order to prevent the people outside the door from knowing what was happening inside the room. A few minutes into the sex, an inexplicable burst of orgasm wracked my body which made my eyes well up with tears. I fell limply against the bed.

“Kneel.” He said suddenly, making me go down on my wobbly knees slowly. As soon as I had knelt before him, he grabbed my head by my hair and inserted his big erection into my mouth, making me gag slightly.

I was still finding it quite difficult to accommodate his manhood in my mouth when he started moving. At first he began slowly, only to pick up pace a few minutes later. 

Black dots danced in my line of vision when his thrusts became faster, deeper, hitting the back of my throat as he went; And then suddenly he came, splashing a warm sticky goo in my mouth.

“Swallow.” He commanded and in fear, I gulped down the sticky muck down my throat. The taste, even its texture almost made me throw up, but then when I stared into his deep stormy eyes, I held myself.

I watched him quietly as he zipped his fly, dusted out the crease on his clothes, and sat back down on the chair he once occupied like nothing just happened. 

“Are you willing to stay back at my pack or do you wish to be set free?” He asked suddenly, making me look up at him from where I knelt.

I wasn’t sure what I wanted. I didn’t want to become a rogue and at the same time I didn’t want to be kept here as a prisoner.

“Will I be made a prisoner of I am to stay back here?” I asked, looking up at him with a boldness I wasn’t sure I could muster.

“No, you’ll have to work for me though…” he replied, staring pointedly at me as if waiting for a reaction; and when he got none, he continued; “you’ll be working as a slave at my palace, my slave. You’ll work as my P.A too and get paid at the end of every month.”

I gulped down saliva. In as much as his proposal looked really tempting, I couldn’t shake out the feeling of dread that enveloped me whenever I tried to imagine working for him.

“How much do I get paid sir?” I whispered timidly, avoiding his gaze that was fixated on my face, which made me flinch slightly under his intense scrutiny.

“It depends on how good you do your job every month.” He drawled, staring me down. “At the end of each month, your pay will be generated by summing up your attitude towards your job with how well you do it.” I didn’t like the sound of his proposal but I didn’t have a lot of choices at the moment.

Nodding my head briefly, I replied; “fine then, I’ll work for you, sir, because I do not wish to become rogue.” The way he smiled after I uttered those words sent a wild shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t help but think that I had made a grave mistake accepting his offer…

***

I had to stay in hospital for another three days before I was finally discharged and sent to the pack house, where I was warmly welcomed by the pack members. Surprisingly the people of blood moon pack were not as dreadful as people had made them seem.

I was also given another day of rest before I got a memo from the Alpha stating that I had to resume work the next day. The memo made me a little uneasy but I quickly discarded my fear, telling myself that I was a little too paranoid.

The next day by 6:30 am, a pretty petite lady came up into my room at the pack house to give me clothes. Work clothes. According to her, the Alpha had sent her to give them to me. 

Quickly thanking her, I hurriedly had my bath and changed into one of the work clothes. It didn’t take me a long time to find the Alpha’s office, but as soon as I stepped into his office after I’d knocked, the first thing he said, even before he’d answered my greeting was;

“You’re late!” I stopped in my tracks confusedly. In frustration, I turned to look at the wall clock resting idly by the wall, it was 7:05 am. Who the hell is late by 7:05am…?

***

I was beginning to become really flustered. The office given to me was in total disarray, even the furniture looked like they needed urgent renovation. To make matters worse, Alpha Xavier asked me to type out a particular document he had sent to me via email but there were no typewriters nor printers to use.

In sheer frustration, I went up to a pretty girl sitting alone in one of the offices for help.

“Hi.” I greeted, waving at her in order to make her notice me.  

“Hi.” She replied, smiling slowly at me. “You’re the new P.A right?” At her question, I nodded curtly; “Good…” she continued, then typing in something into her keyboard, she continued, “…according to schedule, you’re to resume everyday by 7am, and to close by 10am—”

“Where can I find a typewriter?” I asked, cutting her off. She turned to eye me briefly before replying; “In the library.”

“Thank you!” I rushed out, throwing a grateful smile her way, and then to make up for initially cutting her off, I added, “I’ll come back later to take lectures for the schedule, I promise.”

She smiled briefly at me then turned back to her computer system to continue with what she had been doing, I took her action as a cue, and fled. I needed a typewriter!

It took me about ten minutes to finally find the library. It was a vastly spacious room with high ceilings, high bookshelves, a whole lot of books and a lot of beautiful portraits. I was floored.

A particular portrait caught my attention. On it was a beautiful young maiden who looked like she was in her early twenties; she had a dark hair and big blue eyes and had this peaceful smile on her face that drew me in.

I passed my fingertips softly along the lines of her chin, her nose, and just as I was about to touch her eyes, I heard someone call my name, forcefully snapping me out of my reverie;

“Scarlett!” I turned to look in the direction of the voice only to come face to face with the Alpha himself. A dark look was quickly forming on his features, with his eyes drawn together as if they were about to merge to become one.

I did not need to be told by someone else, for I already knew I was in trouble…