2: My Master

Alexa

After waiting in despair for a long moment, the guard gripped my hands. They led me to a white limousine outside of the building. A rough shove pushed me onto the passenger seat, even though my hands were still bound with chains and my mouth gagged with a cloth. 

Once I was inside the car, I realized the man who bought me was already seated inside. Without his mask, his bright brown eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. His shoulder-length jet-black hair looked silky enough to run fingers through, and he combed it back to the nape of his neck. 

His body was massive, and his suit clung to his broad chest. His beard was trimmed, extending to his sideburns, making me wonder how it would feel brushing against my inner thighs. Just imagining it made my body tremble for a moment. The musk scent filled the car, overwhelming me until it felt like I would float onto his lap. 

‘Alexa! He’s our mate!’ Mythril, my wolf, squealed in my mind. 

‘No. That can’t be!’ 

I cursed inwardly, trembling in my seat. The car started moving, and my tears became unstoppable. My only hope of returning to the Silver Moon Pack, my home, had vanished, replaced by a grim future smiling back at me. 

“Let’s see…,” the man moved to sit beside me in swift motion. 

The musk scent grew stronger in my nose, as if trapping me to comply and remain silent. His hands reached out toward me, and I shook my head. I tried to retreat, but the car door stopped me. There was no escape. I was trapped. 

“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you. I just want to let you off from this gag,” his hands cornered me. 

My heart pounded wildly, my tears wouldn’t stop, and fear gripped me. Yet his tone seemed like a command I wanted to obey, not because of his Alpha aura—I wasn’t affected by his dominance. It was something more. A mix of disgust and longing that confused me, leaving me frozen as he removed the cloth from my mouth. 

My sobs lessened, though my body trembled uncontrollably. I tried my best to suppress the fear and hatred within me, all mixed with Mythril’s joy at finding her second-chance mate. 

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you anywhere else?” he asked, his gaze probing. 

I shook my head. Maybe, just maybe, he truly wanted to free me. 

“Good. What’s your name?” he asked. 

My breath was ragged, and my hands trembled amidst the pain of the chains scraping against my wrists. The corners of my mouth ached from the bruises and swelling caused by the gag. The man kept his gaze locked on me as I struggled to voice my name.

“A—Alexa,” I stammered, “Alexa Dawson.” 

“That’s a pretty name. My name’s Alastair Knox,” he complimented with a friendly smile. 

My breath hitched when I heard that name. Alpha Alastair Knox of the Blood Moon Pack? One of the five strongest packs on the continent? 

I rubbed my shoulder against my face awkwardly, trying to wipe away the saliva and blood from my lips. The clinking of the silver chains binding my wrists caught Alpha Alastair’s attention. 

“Could you please untie me? This is all just a misunderstanding,” I whispered. 

“Ah, yes, I heard from the broker earlier. You were forced to sell yourself to pay off your father’s gambling debts,” he said. 

“Gambling debts? No! That wasn’t my father’s debt. It was my stepmother’s debt. I had nothing to do with her debt at all. Please, could you let me go?” I pleaded with him. 

I thought he was my mate. I thought he would understand and free me like a pure Alpha-blooded girl deserved to be treated. But instead, he growled, his clawed hand gripping my neck and jaw. I shrieked, but my voice caught in my tightening throat. 

“Let you go? You think after I paid a million dollars for you, I’d just let you go?” He clenched his jaw, his face drawing closer. 

His commanding tone made my body shiver. I had made a grave mistake. He had no intention of freeing me as I had foolishly hoped. 

“I don’t give a fuck whose debt it is. I’ve bought you, so you have to pay for it. If you don’t have the money, the only way is to pay with your body.” He leaned closer, inhaling the scent of me. 

I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling his warm breath on my neck. Oh, how I hated myself for feeling the tingling sensation coursing through me from the musk scent of his body. As well as the regret for thinking he would save me. My head shook in a futile attempt to break free from him. 

“Please, let me go. Aren’t we mates? Don’t you feel it?” I asked him between my shaky breaths and the sobs that choked me. 

“Yes, I feel it. That’s exactly why I won’t let you go. You will bear lycan children for me and use your magic power to help me rule the land,” his words clarified everything for me. 

It felt like a splash of cold water, waking me from the delusion of returning to a peaceful life at the Silver Moon Pack. The dream of becoming a respected Luna standing beside my mate vanished in an instant. Alpha Alastair held me tighter, then licked my ear, making my face heat up instantly. 

Why couldn’t I resist him? Why didn’t I want to reject him? Why? It was as if my body betrayed my feelings, letting me suffer in the turmoil. Two opposing emotions pulled me in different directions. 

“Can you feel it, mate?” He chuckled beside me. 

“I don’t want this! I reject you—” My rejection enraged him.

He cut me off with a hard slap to my cheek. My heart nearly stopped as his clawed hand grazed my face. Alpha Alastair laughed in his hoarse voice.

“How fortunate. My mate is a lycan who can heal herself in no time. You sure are the perfect match for me,” he whispered, his claws forcing my head to turn toward him. 

His other hand pressed against my thigh, creeping beneath the skirt I wore. Tears streamed down my face again as my body tried to retreat from him. His hands held my waist and thighs even closer. His fingers dug into me as I struggled. 

“No! Stop it! Let me go!” I shook my head. 

I should have kicked him. I should have tried to clamp my legs shut, keeping my body away from him. But the truth was, I gave in as he spread my thighs wider. 

“Don’t resist. We are fated mates. Nothing will stop us from mating with each other. Especially if I demand it,” he said with a crooked grin. 

Cursed this fated bond! I whimpered and trembled under his touch. His hand held me so tight in place. 

“Are you really a virgin?” he asked as his fingers brushed my inner thigh.