Tame Me, Alpha

"FUUCK! You really have a nice body," the man commented after he had undressed my top, exposing my full chest in front of his very eyes. I felt no shame inside but rather pride as his mouth salivated at the view. Typical men. "What? Are you going to suck it or stare at it?" I snapped when he didn't move. As if on cue, he slowly touch my n*****s, played with it slowly, teasingly. I could feel it hardened, pleasured by the touch. And when he suddenly sucked it, my eyes rolled at the back of my head. "Fu...ck!" I moaned when his hand began to make his way to my sensitive flesh. He pulled my skirt and get rid of the thing that covered me. "You're so wet," he whispered. His hand started to caress me there, up and down, and on repeat. My hand reached out for the bed cover, holding it tightly as the man worked his magic on my body. I felt my system convulsing with pleasure, sensing a certain buildup inside me. I was about to reach my climax when the door was suddenly forced open, causing it to fly straight to the wall opposite mine. That familiar smell immediately entered my nostrils, and my wolf became more excited than our current experience. Damn it. "Ember Storm, what the heck are you doing?" his voice, loud and commanding, growled. The man who was about to f**k with me fled the scene, leaving me exposed in the eyes of my lordship. I casually pulled up my tube top to cover my chest, then retrieved my skirt, which had been yanked by the man earlier, and wore it again right in front of him, all the while observing his bloodshot, enraged eyes fixated on me. "What now? You just spoiled the fun," I uttered in a bored tone. Glancing at my reflection in the mirror, I wiped away the smudged lipstick and eyeliner. I looked like a disheveled, emo-esque mess, matching the chaotic state of my disordered hair, resembling a woman on the verge of being sent to a mental facility. "You were about to have s*x with some stranger, Ember!" he seethed through gritted teeth, advancing closer to where I stood. "So, what? Don't tell me you want to take his place? Do you want to have s*x with me?" He didn't answer but looked at me as if I were some sort of joke. No, his expression said more, like I was a puzzle he was trying hard to solve. "I can't believe you, Ember. I never expected you to be this cheap!" A long sigh escaped my mouth as I glanced at him. The room was dimly lit, yet his anger was unmistakable. His eyes seemed to have their own spotlight focused on me. This is the second time he's called me cheap, and there will probably be a third time... or a fourth time. It doesn't affect me much. Well, maybe a little. "I heard you once had a f**k buddy. What makes that different from what I want right now? Mine's just casual fun. It's not a big deal," I shrugged. His blue eyes glowed, clearly disliking my words. Did the truth hurt now that it was aimed at him? What right did he have to interfere in my affairs when he did the same thing? "That was in the past, Ember. When I was a teenager. But I've changed," he emphasized the word 'past,' but I didn't care. Whether it was a decade, a century, or even a millennium ago, I won't forget it. I have to get even. Petty, right? But if he can do it, then so can I. "Okay, and?" I grabbed my purse and was about to leave when he grabbed my hand, holding it tight, conveying a serious message. Alphas are usually possessive and domineering, and this one was no exception. "Let go, I'm going home now," I blurted out, feeling a sting of pain in my wrist. "If you keep doing this, Ember, it might be better if I reject our bond. Push me once more, and I won't hesitate to reject you," he warned. But as someone who doesn't like to be challenged, I did. I didn't go home and decided to head straight to the cantina. I wouldn't go home unless I got laid. I kissed the first man I found attractive, even though I knew he was following me. When the man started making advances, somebody pulled me out of the cantina. "I'm done, Ember. I've had enough," he exclaimed, his eyes filled with hopelessness. "I expected better from you. I never thought you'd stoop so low... to a w***e level," he snapped angrily, his eyes filled with disappointment. "I, Beau Landers, rejected..." Before he could finish his words, I immediately placed my index finger on his lips, silencing him. I will not accept a rejection, especially not from him. If he wants to reject me, he should provide a valid reason. But if it's simply because he couldn't handle me, no. I won't allow that. "Try me, Beau. Reject me, and let's see what happens next," I said, offering him my sweetest devilish smile. "Either I'll ruin everything you love... or...burn this place until only ashes remain. So, choose now, and choose wisely." I saw rage on his face, as if he was on the verge of punching me, but he knew he couldn't do that. Instead, he punched the cantina's wall, causing it to tremble. Beau was strong, I must say. He's an Alpha after all. "You're evil, Ember. You're truly evil," he uttered, turning his back on me and leaving. I stared at his fading back, then ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. Am I really evil? A faint smile escaped my lips. I'm not evil; the world is. I just go along with it. I remember how my people turned their backs on me after seeing my wolf, how quick they were to judge, and how my parents were forced to send me here to Stardust Shire for my safety. Though, I doubt my parents' motives; I know they can protect me just as much as I can protect myself. I know, deep down, it's not me they're trying to protect, but rather their pack members— from me. "Ember Storm, Elder Abraham is asking for your presence. He wants to talk to you about some important matters. He's in Alpha Beau's office," Lincoln, the Beta, appeared in front of me just as I was about to order my morning coffee. Elder Abraham. I couldn't help but scoff at the mention of the name. Abraham is one of the, I suppose, four Elders who manage peace in the realm, the so-called righteous leaders. Even my parents respected them so much; they abided by the laws they had set and followed them like puppets. And for some reason, Abraham is Beau's father. "It has come to my attention that Beau has not yet marked you as his. The full moon is approaching, and I want both of you to be mated by then," Abraham declared straightforwardly, causing me to cough. I saw Beau glance at me; he still looked cold and angry, probably because of what happened last night. Fine, I felt a little guilty about the threat. Even if he were to reject me, I wouldn't burn this place down and involve others. I'm not that heartless. I was just testing him, to see how far his patience could go. "And if one of us were to reject the other, what would happen, father?" he asked. I guess he's really planning to reject me. Well, if that's what he wants, I can give that to him. Besides, that would be better so that I could be with whoever I want. Yet, my heart aches at the idea. "You will accept the mating bond whether you both like it or not. Our land has already been cursed for disobedience. I won't let you both disobey the order set by the moon goddess," Abraham said with finality. "Well, Elder Abraham, it's your son that I'm waiting for. I'm more than ready to be claimed by him, take his mark, even have him... intimately. But I think he's a little shy," I spoke slyly, causing Lincoln and Abraham to cough, while Beau glared at me. "Ember, mind your mouth!"