Mated To The Alpha and His Beta

Chapter four

Elena's POV

I went up the four stairs to the Alpha's floor. I strolled down to one room past the Alpha's office. This is the room that he had set up only for my discipline. It used to be the beta's office, however he expressed that since he always went about his responsibilities in the Alpha's office, it would fill a superior need for discipline.

I strolled in and remained in the focal point of the room, sitting tight for him to come in. Assuming that I stood elsewhere, I know I would receive an extra punishment . In the event that I could slow my breathing and attempt to unwind however much I can with what is coming, some of the time I could endure it and not drop.

The door immediately opened up and Alpha Killian and his child Herod strolled in.. Extraordinary, this poop hole, I contemplated internally. This room will give me bad dreams until the end of my life. The dull dark walls, the white floor covering that is stained with my blood. I'm almost certain that my blood is in here. I have never heard any other person getting sent up here, not to mention anyone getting punished.

"Slave, you made a wreck at my morning meal table toward the beginning of today. Will you at any point figure out how to be a decent little slave? I don't endure apathetic and futile slaves. As for your discipline and, ideally, next time you make to a greater degree a wreck since I enjoy your discipline, you will get five lashes. Since I'm feeling decent today, I will allow you to pick what you need your lashes with, however know that I won't give out your discipline, yet Herod will. Enjoy, child!" He said and afterward left the room.

"This is the kind of thing I have been waiting so long to do," Herod said.

I gradually gazed toward him, and you could perceive how his eyes were illuminated like a Christmas tree with fervor.

I was unable to prevent that section from getting me thinking he was alluring. He was six feet tall and had dull earthy colored hair that was constantly styled with the most recent haircuts. Presently, he had a more extended cut that seemed as though he had run his hands through it until it remained pushed out of his face. He had deep blue frightening eyes, I swear you could see through them. I have little to no faith in them.

"Be quick, or I will give you additional lashes."

I headed toward the table that had all of their torment gadgets spread out. I realized what might hurt the most awful and what might just leave welts. I knew if I picked the whip, it would just leave welts and injuries, yet I likewise knew that if I picked that, he would pick something else. However, me being me, I was unable to force myself to get anything more, so I got the whip and strolled back over to Herod, and gave it to him.

"Is this what you need? Do you truly think this will show you a thing or two? I don't think it will, yet we will use it, however I will put a little twist on it. I have been holding up quite a while to give you discipline. I need you to strip down to your clothing and ensure you take your bra off."

I gazed toward him like he had grown three heads. I have gotten a ton of disciplines, and my body is shrouded in scars since the Alpha likes to use endlessly silver, causing me extraordinary torment and doesn't heal right, leaving horrendous scars. The Alpha has never made me strip to my clothing. Yes, he made me take off my shirt, yet he always let me leave my bra on. I took my shirt off yet would not take off some other apparel.

As I remained there shuddering out of dread apprehension about what was to come, he drew considerably nearer. He got right close to my ear and murmured to me, "Take it off, or I will appreciate it significantly more when you compel me to do it for you."

He returned to the stage to watch me complete the process of striping. I arrived and pulled my too-enormous tights down and got out of them. I came up to fix my bra, which was basically pieces of texture by then. In the wake of unclasping it, I let it fall to the ground too. Presently I stood before Herod with just my clothing on. Every one of my scars were in plain view, and I truly think he gets off on them.

"This scar here that goes as far as possible across your back. Did it hurt? Did it make you shout? God, I want to have watched my father give you this."

I would not respond to him. He at last strolled off and back to the torment table. As he was strolling back there, he said, "I don't figure this whip will give the right discipline, and you will not become familiar with an example, yet we will use it."

I breathed out and I didn't understand what I was holding. He dropped the finish of the whip into some fluid I had never seen. He then, at that point, got a whipping stick and strolled back over to me. He was standing behind me. He took the finish of the stick and began running it down various scars on my back. I was noticeably beginning to shake, as I had a downright terrible inclination about this. I felt slight alleviation as he pulled the stick away, yet it was fleeting as he immediately brought it back down across my butt and worked his direction down, leaving red welts down to the rear of my thighs.

I sucked in a breath and held it while the strikes poured down. He stopped, however drew nearer behind me. He inclined down and ran his hands all over the welts on my posterior. He was taking an excessive lot of delight in this. Much more than his dad. Alpha Killian enjoyed seeing me in agony, and Herod did as well, however he likewise preferred my trepidation, which was emanating off me at the present time.

"Elena, god, these marks on your body have me turned on. My d**k is getting horrendously hard. Take a look at how you treat me. "

I would have rather not peered down. I didn't mind at all how I treated him since all he did to me was cause me torment. Before long I wouldn't have a decision however to check it out. Sooner or later, he had eliminated the jeans he was wearing and was presently bare, stroking himself.

I was gazing at him since I had never seen a striped man. I would have rather not called him a man since he was nowhere near that. Out of nowhere, I had a burning aggravation in my n*****s. At the point when I wasn't looking, he brought the stick down across my n*****s. They had turned so hard and were calling attention to and were ablaze.

He then snatched me by my arm, dragging me to the back of the room where the lounge chair was. This wasn't good. I needed to stop this. I attempted to escape his grip, however it was excessively tight. I could feel his fingers leaving wounds. He tossed me down on the sofa, and before I could flicker, he was lying over me. I attempted to kick him where it really hurts, yet that was pointless as he stopped it.

"You b***h, you will regret that. You are only a pack prostitute and I will regard you accordingly. You will be my prostitute to f**k when I need, and this moment, that is precisely the exact thing I will do." He said, breathing hard.

I attempted to break free with all that I had. It was pointless, he was stronger and had his body weight on me and my hands stuck over my head. I was openly crying now, realizing what was coming, and I was unable to stop it.

"Your n*****s are so hard and red," he said as he inclined down, placing one in his mouth and sucking and gnawing hard. I began crying in torment. They hurt so severely from the whip prior.

"You know, the more you cry and fight me, the more it turns me on."

With those words, I attempted to stop my crying and kept still.

"Please, Herod, don't do this. You could be killed for assault." I was going after anything to make him stop.

"Who will find out? You're my prostitute, who I will do what I need with, and no one will know since everybody believes you're dead."

How could they think I was dead? That has me really considering things, yet it didn't keep going long on the grounds that he snatched me by my hair and yanked me up to my feet, and ripped my underwear to pieces. He then, at that point, pushed me face-first onto the seat. He came up behind me and lifted my butt in the air and sank his claws into my lower back. The agonizing aggravation was fleeting as he took the only thing I had left.

He pushed himself into me forcefully. I could feel the blood streaming out of me as I was crying wildly now.

"That's what you like, don't you prostitute? Just hold on until next time when William and I both f**k you simultaneously."

It was over as quick as it began. I had blood and semen trickling down my legs and Herod gave me a look that said this would recur. He snatched me by the arm once more and drove me to the focal point of the space for my discipline.

“If you talk about this to anybody, I will kill you."

Right now, I didn't mind how he treated me. I believed that the world should gulp down on me. I needed to vanish. I needed to die. I had nothing any longer. Any expectations of a mate cherishing me are gone in view of this revolting beast and what he just took from me. He came up behind me and the main blow immediately descended on my back. I shouted out, not in any event, caring any longer. This was a totally different pain I had never felt. I was trusting that the subsequent blow would come, however at that point I felt him down close to my ear.

"Harms, isn't that so? That is wolfsbane. Harms like a b***h however doesn't scar as seriously yet purposefully causes massive torment. I lean toward it over silver. The silver leaves such a large number of scars, yet with wolfsbane the scars are slow, and I can leave much more. I was anticipating killing you once my dad gave over the title, however I may simply save you for my toy."

He whipped me more and afterward strolled to the door as I fell to the ground, not having any desire to move. He looked back and let me know that I was expected to tidy up and return to the first floor so I could clean the pack house and help plan for his birthday celebration and the twins would join him.. While he was eighteen, starting yesterday, the twins' birthday was Thursday and they generally joined their gatherings.

I gave myself a couple of moments to gather myself and to manage the pain before I got dressed and strolled the first floor.