Her Slavery His Redemption

Chapter 10

Rosie's POV

His hands freed me, I looked coyly at Ruth. Her looks didn't speak well, what? Did she like her boss? Well, no second thought, who wouldn't? He's every woman's dream.

She raised a brow and I got up and swallowed hard after one last glance at her pale face.

Finally, I was in my room, wow. The heat and the unhealthy amount of electricity passing through me were unprecedented.

"And your cheeks are burning red, what's happening to us?" Lily asked, sounding happy.

"Honey, I have no idea." I am really happy, yes I have an idea. It's because I served my master to his satisfaction and. . . “Yes, the touch!" Lily added.

I stretched my hand around the area he touched, I smiled within.

It couldn't be. . .no, it's precocious. First, I don't know who I am dealing with. And I. . . I don't know, I just feel exultant because I saved him instead of Ruth. Quite a contrivance

Speaking of the devil, "And the devil appears." Lily continued softly.

Ruth took daunting steps closer and stared execrable at me.

"You are becoming too brassy, Miss, and I must remind you of who you are, what you are here for, and who your master is."

She parades the room now like a child, she goes on. . .

"From Adam, these rules had been set, and no slave regardless of beauty, body shape nor flawless skin, and silky hair dared to behave as you are doing." She paused.

"Have the courage and mouth to tell your Alpha King how you desire him, not to lecture us on past stories," Lily said and I laughed.

She frowned, ready to explode. With quick steps, she left the room, leaving me all alone again.

I sighed as heavily as Alpha King and relaxed on the rim of my bed.

This is exhausting and riveting to know I am different from the countless women that had been here once.

My spirit leveled down as I thought of how he slept with all of them. Chills over my body.

Allerick's Pov

The witch wasn't wrong after all, this is what I needed, a slave. But I have been wondering since I met her, will she be like this all this while or she is doing this for something?

Well, women's power is one thing I have learned never to disparage the rest of my days as I live.

For some years after my Ethan’s mother, I had never been incarcerated in a woman's eyes and I never thought I would.

She's different, I am very well aware of that. And the torture of not being able to read her mind throws me off the edge.

I ran my hand through my hair frustratingly.

Oh, I don't even know her name. But after that touch, I wanted her, wanted her in every way possible.

She does not have to know my intentions now, no rush and I don't know enough about her. I can't get ahead of myself.

A knock came at the door, I turned my head to check my look in the mirror. I shrugged to maintain a confident posture.

"You may enter!" I exclaimed

A tall man with a well-shaven beard and professionally styled blonde entered. His lips slanted a smile and his black eyes did the same on their own accord.

"Jacob!" I called, sounding a little disappointed.

"Oh, you look stronger than I presumed." My ever pronounced beta entered the room, remarked and I nodded twice. I had completely forgotten about him. He must have been so worried think something worse had happened to me.

I sat down on the bed, and he leaned his back against the door and shoved his hands into his pocket.

"Anything new, Jacob?"

"Well, yes but I don't want to bother you, take a rest and let's resume tomorrow."

I scratched my nose, "yeah, that's so thoughtful of you."

He sighed, "You seem even better than I thought. I guess I don't have any business here. I will wander around in the woods and wait to you are fully rested to fill you in on everything”

Without waiting for my response, the door closed behind him and made a clicking sound.

While in my dressing room, I hauled a black T-shirt. It was tight on me, yeah I know I have been working out extra time these days.

Well, it's the only thing that turns me off from thinking. My pack, security, the slave, my son. I sighed! My son wants absolutely nothing to do with me.

He has hate in his inherited emerald eyes, hatred too greater than the powers of the earth amalgamated.

Would a day come at all when I would dine and wine together with him at the same table? Fight a battle with him? And share our emotions?

How I wish I had an answer to all my questions and fears. I am sorry son, so sorry.

"Alpha!" The slave’s voice penetrated into my head.

"What do you want? Why did you enter without knocking?" I asked, my voice stern.

Her expression was bleak, she gave me a why-the-sudden-change stare.

She bowed, "I am sorry Alpha."

That was unexpected, I never thought this slave was this polite. No, what's happening? Before I could say anything she was out of my sight and back into the connecting door.

Anger took the best part of me, it controlled me and I had nowhere to hide.

"What the f***k." I cursed my life.

When I entered the room, she was looking out of the window. Her long hair cascaded finely down to her lower back.

Next, I found myself behind her with my hands encircled around her skinny waist. She startled, unmasking her unreadiness.

"What are you doing, Alpha?" Her soft voice quaked like a chaste leaf.

"This is the second time you are asking and I think I should answer you now." My lips were an inch away from her neck. I just couldn't stop myself from inhaling her vanilla shower gel.

"Please stop!" She said boldly yet composedly. I just knew I was having the same effect she has been having on me.

"Why should I? What do you think I brought you here for? You are mine to do anything I please at any time."

"Alpha, you are drunk and. . .”

She was cut off by a swift movement I made to turn her. She blinked a few times and I smiled. Drunk? Being drunk was out of it.

"What is your name, slave?" I asked, I haven’t taken the time to get her name. Before it didn't matter if I got her name or not, I was going to dispose her as a spy. But not, anymore. I need her with me more than anything. She has someone become my medicine.

"Rosie." It took some minutes to answer. If I could read her mind it would have been much better.

"Why can't I read your mind? Have you deliberately closed it from me?" I asked, penetrating into her eyes, just to see.

"I don't know what you are talking about Alpha King." She said, yet composedly.

"I'd bet you do, my little vixen." With that, I pulled closer and watched her struggle to keep her distance.

It was an interesting feeling, how tamed she was in my arms now. Her eyes pleading with me and her body hankering for my touch.

"You don't have to do this, your body is giving me other signals." I retreated.

"How fascinating would it be to watch my vixen do what I brought her to do?" Her head was down, this wasn't the slave I bought. Let's see how far she could get pretending.

"Undress me and then yourself."

She shot a quick glance and her brows creased.

"Excuse me?"

"You don't question my orders, no one has ever dared, not even my beta. Undress me, vixen." In a soft tone.

She took three calculated steps, innocently yet seductively, her hands traveled up my abs to my iron-like chest.

What the hell, she was doing something else. I knew I couldn't trust her sudden change in attitude.

I watched her. Her naked lips parted, eyes pulling me into destruction and endangered sin.

"Done!" Her voice brought me to life. My shirt was off but my trouser was intact.

Her eyes did not stray off the tattooed quote from John Meyer which was beautifully written beneath my left breast.

"I can't wait to figure out what is wrong with me, so I can say this is the way that I used to be." The words pouting out of her mouth like a child reciting a rhyme.

I felt alive and nothing, nothing at all was going to ruin this moment. The lonely nights of torturing myself are over.

As her eyes caught mine, I noticed the pool of tears formed in them. Soon, it poured like a waterfall, plunging into her cleavage.

She was in her full glory naked in front of me now. Except for being covered in goosebumps, her skin was flawless. Extraordinarily curvy with full-firm breasts.

"What do you say now, vixen?"

"I am done, Alpha. I am all yours." I smiled, the words were said as if she had practiced them.

But no, I changed my mind. Though I couldn't read her mind I sensed her fear.

For the first time in my entire life, I have decided to handle things diplomatically.

"You are not ready, and am not touching you until you willingly beg me to." I spat out and began to trail off.

"What if I say. . .” Her words halted me.

Whether it was gaiety or a feeling of dominance, I didn't know. Just one thing I was sure of_ that deep down I wanted it. For herself to want it too.

My back still faced her, "what if what, Rosie?"