Alpha's Puppet

Ava Deal stood with her head bowed at the door of the Bond-Moon park house, with her hands clasping her luggage. She couldn’t believe she was right here, and not in the safety of her home at White-Moon park. She couldn’t believe she was here as a slave. Wait, not just any slave, but the Alpha’s sex slave.

Why had she come here? She could have easily ran away because her dad had only taken her as far as the border, with only a crisp note to accompany her. A sad smile touched her lips as she thought about it. She was really strange, calling Stallone Deal, dad after everything that had happened. The man didn’t deserve to be called dad. He was a fucking monster!

“Miss, who are you?” A man queried.

Ava blinked twice as she stared dumbly at the man. Then, his words hit her. She swallowed hard as the shame of her intentions hit her like a bag of bricks. It was too late to leave now.

“I have an appointment with Alpha Jax,” She said quietly.

She watched him pull his black jacket close to him like he was cold, which wasn’t normal with the weather they were presently in. The man licked his lips, standing straighter than was remotely possible.

“Come with me,” He said briskly.

Ava closed her eyes for a split second. The moment she stepped foot in the pack house, everything she ever hoped for, dreamt off, and lived for would be thrown into the wind. This would be her prison from today onward. She could only pray that the Alpha was kind.

She dragged her luggage into the pack house, trailing behind the man who walked so quickly like he was in a hurry.

“Wait here,” He ordered, without looking back.

Ava grounded to a halt, and watched him go to the door below the staircase. She zoned out once more, thinking about her mother, Amy. What would her plight be now? Her father would practically torture her so much that she would lose all her hopes to live. Why did the moon goddess pair her mother with such a monster? It was not right.

Nothing was right actually. It wasn’t her presence in this room or the fact that things can go worse from here. It was nothing. She dropped the bag finally, her hand throbbing in relief, then she sat on it. She felt so weak and incredibly tired.

If only her mother could be brave? If only she could fight Stallone Deal off with her chest puffed up, then none of these would be happening. It almost felt like her mother enjoyed being tortured and oppressed. But, actually, it was Avery Deal being weak. She practically had no backbone. None, whatsoever!

Ava sighed as she looked around, not picking any designs because her heart and soul were far from here. Why didn’t the moon goddess bless them with better resources and partners? It was so insane being stuck in this awful way when you served someone with your whole heart. It was just not right.

She blinked away the tears that threatened to suffocate her. It was no use crying. In a couple of minutes, her whole world would be turning on its head. And, if her Alpha was a moody son of a bitch, then she’d really need to have her wits around her. She had to be strong.

She sat up straighter, like doing this would actually manifest that inner strength. It did not. She only felt her muscles crying for some sort of relief. How long was she going to sit here? She hoped not for so long, because she didn’t wish to develop muscle cranks.

She twirled around the box, a zip sound glitter to the air. Her eyes were rooting on the glass door once more, as she contemplated giving it a run. She facepalmed herself at her stupidity, why could she not be decisive for once? She’d had her chance and she blew it, surely the pack warriors would become alert if she were to do such a thing. It was too risky to do, and she didn’t have the strength to run wildly if it came down to it.

Ava’s nostrils flared as she picked a woodsy scent. Without turning, she felt her stomach flutter, unleashing butterflies up her throat. A cold sweat dropped down her skin, and then with dry lips, as she turned sideways. Her brown eyes caught the stranger’s dark ones.

She pushed herself to her feet by a force greater than her. Her legs moved rapidly to him. Everything inside of her was screaming one word, mate!

Her hands lounged forward, hoping to engulf him in a mouth-watering kiss, only for him to push her on the floor. She stared at him confused, and her wolf whimpered in pain.

“In the Bond-Moon pack, you do not touch your Alpha until he tells you to!” He snapped coldly.

Ava stared at him, like he was crazy. Maybe he didn’t know they were mates. That was surely the case. Without thinking, she held his hand in hers. It was so cold to the touch.

“Alpha, I’m your mate!” She said desperately, willing him to understand who she was to him.

He pulled his hands away like she was disgusting. Then, he leaned forward, their eyes meeting like electric currents. She wanted nothing more than for him to claim her.

“I will say this once! I really hope you pay attention. I do not have a mate!” He turned his back on her. “Get your things to the first room upstairs. Your work will start soon, slave.” He said arrogantly.

Ava wasn’t sure she was still breathing. This was too much! In one sentence, he’d put her in her place. She looked at him with renewed hate. Why couldn’t she be happy for once? The Alpha neither rejected or accepted her, she wasn’t sure which was worse.

Ava sat at the edge of the silver bed as she had been told to do. The run-in with her mate, Alpha Jax was still fresh in her mind. Maybe, this was all a sick joke! How could the moon-goddess pair her off with such a man? Surely, the electricity she had felt was a mistake. A smile touched her lips, as she believed that she was indeed correct.

There was nothing to worry about. This was all a misconception. Just like the time her brother thought he saw a snake under his bed, only to find out it was just a blown out rope. That should be it.

“Strip!” A voice shot out from nowhere.

Ava looked towards the door in a panic. Alpha Jax stood there, looking like one of her favorite pizzas, completely edible. But, unlike the harmless pizzas, he was visibly scrawling.

“What?” She asked again.

He shut the door behind him, moving purposely towards her. She found herself shifting up the bed in fright. This man was so strange she thought to herself.

He grabbed her by her ankles and pulled her forward, obviously not caring about her antics. His eyes were cold as it bored into hers. She swallowed stiffly, her stomach doing flips.

“I said, strip,” He said so low that a shiver went through her back.

She frowned at him. This felt so wrong. Who treated their mates like this? She tried to pull his hands off, but it felt like an ant scratching a lizard’s skin. It was pointless. She gave up, and folded her hands across her middle.

“Why? You’re not making any sense, Mister. I’m your mate and not your personal sex toy. I should be treated with respect!” She said fiercely.

He squinted his eyes as he looked at her. “You must be forgetting something, Ava. You’re my sex slave! I bought you from your dad for 150,000 dollars. You belong to the bedroom, on your hands and knees as I fuck you from behind. So, don’t waste my time, strip!” He said slowly.

Ava felt like Alpha Jax had plunged a sword through her heart, and tampered with her useless. A tear slipped through her lids. Here, she was, dreaming of loving herself, only to be back to square one. Alpha Jax was worse than her father. If her father had been a monster, then he was a devil. He didn’t have any respect for women, much less his mate.

“You don’t have to be mean!” She stuttered out.

He ignored her like she hadn’t spoken, waiting for her to do as she had been told. Ava looked at him with her eyes pouring out tears. She had no choice in this matter. Like he said, she has been bought, just for a meager fee of 150,000 dollars. That part made her hurt like a bitch in labor. She barely knew what to do, and not knowing his tolerance level would surely complicate things for her.

She guided her hands back, toying with the rope that held her jumper to her body, then releasing it one soft move. He pulled back from her, looking detached as she stepped out of the jumper. She hesitated for a second, pulling the top over her neck and tossing it on the floor with the jumper.

“Get the bra off! What are you waiting for?” He mocked coldly.

“I can’t,” She whimpered.

He pushed his thick hair backwards, only for it to tumble across his forehead. Alpha moved dangerously close to her, dragging her to his body. She could feel the hardness of him, and it made everything much worse.

Without her permission, he tore her panties with his free hand, and moved her across the length of him. The mate bond between them made her feel so hazy, and almost like she was content.

“You’re my slut! You need to learn manners!” He shot out. “No-one tells me no!”

“Please, stop!” She managed to choke out.

Alpha Jax tossed her like a rag doll on the bed. He had surprisingly listened to her. One of her breasts was out in the open and she felt so wet. She looked down at herself and saw that she was dripping wet.

“You’re like a child. I spent too much money on you. Your colleague, Benjamin, would have to teach you how to pull it off. But, before that, you would be paraded as my toy around the park house.” He shut out.

Her eyes went round in disbelief! She would be paraded? No, he couldn’t destroy her this way! Hot tears rolled down her cheeks in a panic. Without thinking, she went down on her knees, holding his legs like a child would do to his father.

“Please, I’m sorry for being disobedient at first. Don’t showcase me around. I will do all you say, Alpha Jax!” She pleaded.

He glared at her, like she was some bedbug. Then, he pushed her hand away from him. Then, he cupped her lips, twisting it painfully. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks in response.

“You need to make good use of this mouth, but not now, when I’m appeased. Still, my word stands as you would learn in the next few days. Get ready to be paraded.” He said with a cold smile.

Ava sank on the cold ties in horror. She was going to be belittled at every turn now! This was turning into a nightmare, one she wished to wake up from. Half way through the door, he turned to look at her. She hoped he would change his mind.

“One more thing, don’t give the beautician too much stress or I might give you a worse punishment, that you would wish never to have been born,” He said coldly, slamming the door behind him.

I wish I wasn’t his mate! I wish I wasn’t born! This was just too much. I wasn’t sure I could handle him and all he signified. Everything felt like a cruel joke, and she’d just been here for a few hours.