The Alpha's Forbidden Omega

Forced

Chapter Eleven

Faelen’s POV

I made my way towards the first bathroom, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and the feeling of humiliation.

I couldn’t believe he’d done it again… sent me to clean the toilets like I was some kind of lowly servant who needed to be punished.

Well in truth, I was. At least to him.

The sting of his words still burned in my ears, and I clenched my fists, trying to push down the sadness that had now turned to rage and threatened to boil over.

Just as I was about turning the corner to the guest bathroom, the hallway leading to his bedroom loomed ahead of me, and I slowed my pace, my mind beginning to spin with thoughts.

The last time I’d been near here, I’d been nothing but a terrified maid, fumbling around with cleaning supplies. But now, as I paused outside his door, a different idea took hold in my head.

This could be my chance.

I glanced around, making sure no one was watching, then bit my lip as I weighed the risks. If I got caught… I didn’t want to think about what Hunter would do to me if he found me in his private quarters.

But if I didn’t take this opportunity now, who knew when I’d have another? I was desperate, and desperation made people do things they normally wouldn’t.

Taking a deep breath, I made my decision. I was going in.

With my heart pounding in my chest, I quietly slipped into his room, closing the door behind me as quietly as I could. The room was dim, the curtains pulled down to keep out the morning light.

My eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, and I took in the space around me… large, luxurious, and intimidating. The scent of him still lingered in the air, that unmistakable manly scent of power, and danger equally.

But I didn’t have time to get lost in thoughts about him. I needed to find something useful, something that could help me in my mission.

I moved quickly to the desk, where papers and books were scattered across on top. My hands shook slightly as I began to go through them, trying to make sense of the documents there.

There were files, maps, and notes scribbled in Hunter’s rough handwriting. But nothing stood out as particularly useful… until my eyes landed on a folder labeled “Pack Defenses.”

My breath caught in my throat. This had to be important. I opened the file, flipping through the pages as quickly as I could. Most of it was filled with information I didn’t quite understand, plans, strategies, details about patrol defenses.

But then, my eyes landed on something I could just make out, a border patrol roster. It wasn’t much, but it was something. Maybe this could give me the edge I needed.

Just as I was about to delve in deeper, I heard voices in the hallway. Panic rang through me. There was no time. I couldn’t afford to get caught here, not with this in my hands.

I quickly shoved the file back into its place, making sure it looked exactly as it had before I touched it. My heart raced as the voices grew louder, and without thinking, I ran toward the bathroom, closing the door behind me as quietly as possible.

Inside, I pressed my back against the door, trying to steady my breathing. I could hear footsteps approaching the room, then the low murmur of conversation as someone entered.

I held my breath, praying they wouldn’t come in here, that they wouldn’t notice anything out of place. Minutes felt like hours as I waited there in Hunter’s private bathroom, every muscle in my body tense with fear.

The voices seemed to be fading, and I had to fight the urge to peek out, to see what was happening. But I knew better than to risk it.

Eventually, the voices faded off, and the sound of footsteps retreated down the hallway. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding up, my body relaxing with relief.

That had been way too close.

But I couldn’t stay here any longer. I needed to get out before my luck ran out completely. I stood there frozen in the bathroom, about to exit it when I heard Hunter and the woman return into the room.

Their laughter filled the space, a complete difference to the fear twisting in my gut. What was I going to do? If either of them decided to come in here, I was finished.

My mind raced, trying to come up with a plan. Hunter had told me to clean the bathrooms in the estate, hadn’t he? Maybe I could use that as a cover if I got caught.

I scanned the bathroom quickly, deciding to make it look like I’d been doing just that. My hands shook as I started wiping down the sink, trying to be as quiet as possible.

The laughter and conversation outside the door seemed to go on forever, each passing second adding to my anxiety. Then, just as suddenly as they’d come in, I heard Hunter saying goodbye to his guest.

Relief flooded me, but I didn’t move, not yet. I waited, straining to hear the sound of the door closing and footsteps fading down the hall. When I was sure they were gone, I slowly opened the bathroom door and peeked out.

The room was empty. Now was my chance to get out of here before anything else went wrong. I moved quickly, tiptoeing across the room towards the door.

My hand reached out to grab the doorknob, but just as I was about to open it, it turned on its own. Panic immediately shot through me, and I barely had time to step back before the door swung open.

Hunter stood there, his expression shifting from surprise to cold anger in an instant. “What the hell are you doing in my room?” His voice sounded really dangerous.

I opened my mouth to explain, but the words stuck in my throat. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it. “I… I was just… cleaning the bathroom… like you said…” I stammered.

Hunter’s eyes narrowed, and I could tell he was still suspicious me. I was certain I was about to face the full force of his wrath when he suddenly sighed, waving his hand dismissively. “Get out of my sight,” he ordered.

I almost bolted for the door, desperate to escape, but just as my hand reached for the handle again, his voice stopped me. “Wait.”

I turned slowly, dread forming in my stomach. I turned and his smirk sent a chill down my spine.

“You’re stubborn, aren’t you?” He took a step closer, his eyes shining with something dark. “Since you can’t seem to follow simple orders, I have something filthier for you to do.”

My blood ran cold as his words sank in. I watched in horror as he reached for the buckle of his trousers, his intentions becoming painfully clear.

“No…” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He smirked again, his eyes narrowing with impatience. “Do it. Now.”

My hands shook as I hesitated, and his expression darkened with anger. “I won’t tell you a second time.”

I had no choice. Tears stung my eyes as I moved closer, my hands trembling as I reached for his belt. My stomach twisted with disgust and fear, but I forced myself to do as he commanded.

The belt buckle felt cold and heavy in my hands as I fumbled with it, trying to hold back the tears almost spilling from my eyes.

Before I could even fully undo the belt, his hand shot out, grabbing the back of my head. He pushed me down hard, forcing me onto my knees. Pain shot through my body as I hit the floor, and a cry escaped my lips.

“Shut up,” Hunter snapped. “And do what you’re told.”

My entire body shook with fear and humiliation, but I couldn’t disobey him. I didn’t have a choice. I tried to push the tears back, tried to detach myself from what was happening, but the reality of it was too overwhelming.

I had to do this, had to survive this somehow.

But as I began to comply with his orders, my mind screamed at me that this was wrong, so wrong. How had things come to this? How had I ended up in this nightmare? And worst of all, what would happen to me next?

With shaky hands, I finished undoing the belt and slowly went for the button holding his pants to his waist. I undid that too and soon, his pants went loose, revealing the underwear beneath.

Now face to face with his c**k, which seemed to grow hard every second seeing me, I looked up to him pleadingly, hoping he would change his mind, but Hunter only shot me a stare that spelled the words in my mind…

“Do it or face my wrath.”

Seeing I had no choice, I felt my hands tremble along with my whole body as I stretched it to the waistband of his boxers.

“I don’t have all day, girl!” Hunter’s voice jolted me kneeling there in front of him.

With a deep sigh and a tight squeeze of my eyes, forcing the tears I’d been holding in out, I gently pulled down the underwear. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see the huge c**k hanging out before me.

My heart leapt to my throat and I couldn’t breath with the sight of his enormous manhood staring at me. I tried to look up at him, to plead with him one last time, but I already knew what would happen. Regardless, I lifted my face now designed with hot tears streaming from my eyes.

When our eyes met, the tears blurring my vision, suddenly, I felt Hunter’s powerful grip around my hair, which I had tied in a ponytail. With a force I couldn’t fight, he shoved my head forward, allowing my face come in contact with the monster of a c**k.

I was about to cry out loud when Hunter shoved my head forward again. This time, with my mouth open, the enormous thing found its way into my mouth, filling it completely, and mercilessly choking me.