Margaret is a simple girl that just wants a simple life, but fate had other plans in store for her. When the most bloodthirsty and cruel Alpha chooses her as his mate, will she learn to adjust to him or will she find a way to turn her life around?
Margaret is a simple girl that just wants a simple life, but fate had other plans in store for her. When the most bloodthirsty and cruel Alpha chooses her as his mate, will she learn to adjust to him or will she find a way to turn her life around?
Jace growled loudly and every one immediately kept quiet. "I am your Alpha! And she is now my mate," he pointed to the girl huddling in fear. "Your Luna. Take her in."
"Lemme go." She pleaded. "Please, Alpha Jace, please." Her cries continued until she was roughly bounded inside.
"Anybody has something else to say?" Jace fiery eyes swung around the gathering.
They all bowed. "No, Alpha."
"Good. You may continue."
When he entered the room later on, Margaret was still crying.
"Stop your weak sniffling," he said coldly.
Margaret nodded fearfully. Not once in her life had she imagined that she would be mated to the cold, blood thirsty Alpha. When she was in school,she and her friends had imagined who his mate would be and had felt immense pity for her, not knowing she would be the one.
What had she done wrong to offend the goddess to get this kind of fate? She asked bitterly inside of her.
"Come here." Jace ordered.
She nodded quickly and stood, her head bowed demurely.
"Look at me."
She promptly raised her eyes to meet his, trying her best not to look away. He was beautiful. With sharp jaws and icy gray eyes, he looked like a model Vogue would die to get.
He walked towards her and ripped her shirt and bra apart in two. She gasped as her breasts sprang free.
Jace stared at them for a few moments while she tried to avert her face shyly. They were ample breasts, large and swinging low.
"Take off the rest of your clothes."
She complied, all the while still looking away from him. When she got out of the clothes, she tried to cover her vagina.
"Do you want me to cut off those hands?"
"N-no, Alpha." She said hastily,removing her hands.
"Go and take your bath, and I expect to find you waiting for me on the bed before I get back. Naked."
"Y-Yes, Alpha."
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"Didn't I tell you to be naked when I get back in?"
"I w-was c-cold, Alpha."
"You dare to go against your Alpha's order?"
"N-no, Alpha. I'm sorry. I was cold."
"Get up. And take of those damned clothes. NOW!" He roared.
"Y-yes, Alpha."
When she was done, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door.
She struggled in his grip. "Please, Alpha. Please. I promise to not go against your order again. Please, Jace."
He stopped abruptly. "What did you just call me?"
"Sorry, A-alpha." She quickly apologized. Margaret could see he was very angry, his eyes were turning red, like his wolf wanted to come out.
He grabbed her jaw in a strong grip, and his scent pervaded her nose. "I am your Alpha. Your Lord. And you will address me as such. Do you understand me?"
She nodded quickly. "Y-yes. I promise not to forget."
He continued pulling her. They got to a door and he opened it.
Margaret could see heavy chains on the floor. Before she could blink, he'd secure the cuffs of the chain on her wrists and tied the chains around the hanging poles jolting from the ceiling.
"Please, Alpha Jace, I promise to obey you from now on," she wept.
But he did not answer. He slammed the door on her cries.
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