Slave to the Alpha

**TRIGGER WARNING!!!!** THE FIRST FIVE CHAPTERS DEAL WITH HARAH AND SENSITIVE (R*PE AND ABUSE) SUBJECT MATTER! PLEASE SKIP IF THIS WILL MAKE YOU UNEASE. ************************************************************************************ My name is Ciara Lyons pronounced Kee-ra. I am a seventeen-year-old werewolf and the sole house omega for Alpha Jayson Adams of the Silver Moon pack. For as long as I could remember this was my life. My father was slaughtered seven years ago when I was ten because he stood up to the old Alpha's treatment of Omegas. After that my mother started drinking, daily. Alcohol poisoning took her life last year, not that it matters. She sold me to the Alpha's family to be their omega so she didn't have to worry about taking care of me. I was moved out of our little cottage on the outskirts of the pack lands into the mansion that was the packhouse. For the longest time I was okay being the forgotten child, the house omega, then, when Jayson took over for his father at twenty years old everything changed for me. ****************************************** -Ciara's pov- I slept on a worn-out cot in a small room of the packhouse. Jayson had taken over as Alpha six months ago, and since then my world has changed. I wasn't ugly, actually, for an Omega, I was classified as stunningly beautiful. My dark brown curly hair hung halfway down my back. In the summer the humidity was dreadful so I would usually wear it up in a bun to keep it off my neck and back as I worked to keep the packhouse looking spotless all the time- Alpha Jayson demanded it. I had large crystal blue eyes, which I inherited from my father. A pang of guilt flowed through me as the thought of my dad came to the forefront of my thoughts. I didn't have time to sit and think about him though. It was already quarter to five in the morning and I was already running about an hour behind schedule. The pack warriors would be done training at seven o'clock. Alpha Jayson and his ranked pack members the Beta and Gamma of Silver Moon Neil Parker and Cole Jasper would soon be back and would be expecting their breakfasts to be ready and on the table awaiting their arrival. I quickly got dressed, throwing on a pair of ripped black denim shorts that were a hair too small for me and a faded blue t-shirt. I threw my hair up into my signature messy bun and made my way from my room on the third floor to the kitchen which was on the first. As soon as I entered the kitchen I gasped. Alpha Jayson was already sitting at the table, a small glass in his hand filled with a dark brown liquid. "You're late Ciara" Jayson seethed at me. Immediately my eyes scanned the room, we were alone. Nervously I took a step forward, Jayson's eyes never leaving me. I started to pull out everything I needed to make eggs, bacon, sausages, pancakes and French toast- Jayson liked to have options when he ate. I walked over to the fridge turning my back to Jayson. I started to rummage through the items making mental notes of what I need to stock up on the next time I filled up the kitchen, which with werewolves, is every few days. Jayson, still sitting at the head of the kitchen table sipped his drink, which I could only assume was bourbon from the way that it smelled, watching as I frantically whipped up enough for the three mouths I would be feeding in the next couple of hours. While it didn't take long to make, the kitchen had to be scrubbed clean before Jayson would allow them to eat, meaning not only did I have less time to cook, I had much less time to clean up and make myself disappear. I had just about finished the last stack of pancakes and was now working on eggs, sausages and bacon when I heard a glass shatter from behind me. My body instantly froze in anticipation for what would happen next. Jason laughed from his seat at the table knowing I would have to clean this up. I don't know what his problem with me is but, I quickly grabbed a broom and a dustpan and went to sweep up the broken shards of glass. "Oh, Ciara," Jayson mumbled as I swept. He stood up from the table and walked directly behind me. I could feel his eyes on every part of my body and it was making me very uncomfortable. I slowly stood up, turning around and coming face to chest with Alpha Jayson. My short stature of five foot three inches came up to just below Jayson's shoulders. I breathed in and could smell him, reeking of bourbon. "Oh, sweet little Ciara," Jayson said, clicking his tongue after he spoke. At that moment a chill wafted through the kitchen. Jayson grabbed my hands making me drop the dustpan and little hand broom. As they went crashing down to the ground, Jayson lifted my arms above my head, holding each of my wrists tightly. "Jay.. son" I managed to squeak out before he pushed me up against the wall, my back hitting it with a thud. He pressed his chiselled body up against mine, I could get drunk off the fumes coming off him. "Pretty, sweet little Ciara," he said, breathing his hot breath directly in my face. I tried to shake him free, which only seemed to irritate him even more. As he squeezed my wrists I let out a squeak. Jayson's face was inches away from mine. Jayson was six foot one inch tall. He had hazelnut eyes that felt like they were watching my soul as he stared at me. He had shaggy light brown hair that he normally wore slicked back or hidden under a baseball cap. This morning it fell freely around his face. Dressed in Grey sweatpants and a white muscle shirt that accentuated his muscular chest and six-pack abs. Jayson pulled my hands further up the wall, making me stand on my tiptoes, my shirt riding up my midriff exposing my bare stomach. Jayson moved his face away from mine, and instead placed his lips on the crook of my neck, the place where my mating mark will be placed after I turn eighteen in a couple of days. I promised myself that I would find my mate and escape this awful place once and for all. Jayson inhaled deeply and then to my surprise kissed my neck. I squirmed to try and break his grasp, but with being an omega by birth I was not permitted to train under the old ways, and since becoming Jayson's personal omega he has forbidden it, even though omega's may train, not must train, I am not permitted because I must be at Jayson's beck and call any time day or night. To cook, to clean, to do basically whatever he says when he says it, but physical like the way he just was, has been a line he has never dared to cross before this morning. My mind was going a mile a minute, he licked the side of my neck seductively. "Wha... What are you doing Jay? Jayson" I was surprised when I was able to string together enough words to make a sentence. "That's Alpha to you little Ciara" he whispered into my neck, whilst tightening his grip around my wrist. My body had gone into a petrified state by this point, my mind was playing every possible scenario as to why Jayson was acting the way he was, but nothing made sense. He drank normally, maybe he had more than he usually had which was a few beers with the boys - Neil and Cole. It still didn't give him an excuse to behave the way he was. I squared my shoulders and pretended like he didn't exist, I have a job to do, and more people would be super pissed at me if breakfast was not served on time. I bent over to open the bottom drawer of the above where I kept the frying pan, and I heard a low growl coming from behind me. I tried to ignore Jayson's presence even more but it was getting harder and harder to tune him out as the early morning dragged on. I had finally got all the meat cooked under the ever-watchful eye of Alpha Jayson. Next, I need to start on the batter. Jayson was back sitting at the kitchen table watching me from afar. I couldn't quite shake the feeling that he didn't take his eyes off me the whole time. The uneasy feeling never left, as I cracked the final egg into the bowl to make the batter for the waffles. The waffle maker was put up high in another cabinet, so I pulled over a chair and climbed upon it. As I stretched up, the hem of my t-shirt rose to expose my mid-drift to a hungry-looking Jayson. I quickly reached further into the cabinet to retrieve the waffle maker, I quickly grabbed hold of it and pulled it from its home. Climbing down from the chair I quickly walked over to the island and plugged it in. I didn't want to have to work on the island, but I usually had more time and didn't need to prepare everything at once. I was running around like a crazy person as Jayson sat at the head of the table, sipping his drink and watching everything I did. When I finally had most of the waffles done, the meat was all cooked. Now I just needed to finish the pancakes and French toast, as well as cut up fruit and make juice, then clean the kitchen and serve the food. I checked the time it was six-fifteen in the morning, I had forty-five minutes to get everything prepared and cleaned up. I thought it might just be enough time if that pompous ass of an Alpha would leave me to my work in peace. I finished up soaking the bread for the French toast and began working on the pancake batter. When that was finally done I put both on the open face griddle I had pulled out, it would make the cooking of the last two breakfast items much easier. I jumped back over to the island, slicing fruit and placing it on a crystal plate. Next, I freshly squeezed the orange juice into a crystal pitcher. I ran back to the griddle to flip the confections I had cooked there. Finally, they had finished cooking. Checking the time I had half an hour to clean the kitchen up, plate and serve the meal before the Beta and Gamma would be joining their Alpha for breakfast. Quickly I ran the water so it was hot enough to clean the dishes, but not so hot it would burn my hands as I submerged them into the water. I looked over my shoulder to see Jayson eyeing me up. He was especially focusing on my rear end and licking his lips. When he saw me glancing at him he winked in my general direction. I shuddered, after having to clean up that man's room since I was little, I was used to being his own personal slave... I mean, house omega. Now, even if I did find him attractive I would never willingly want to sleep with him. I turned my attention back towards the dishes, that gnawing feeling that Jayson was watching me still made me very uneasy. I heard the chair creak and be pushed back. I gulped as I knew he was walking over to me. Suddenly I felt his hand snake around my neck, he didn't squeeze or anything but my eyes bulge from my skull. I said a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess that Jayson wouldn't actually do something to hurt me. I stood perfectly still, his muscular body pressed up against my back, his hand still wrapped around the base of my throat. Jayson sniffed my hair, which sent shivers cascading down my spine. He tightened his grip slightly on my neck, enough that I could still breath, but to show me he was in complete control. Jayson used his foot to move my legs further apart from one another. I continued to not move, afraid of what Jayson might do if I retaliated against him. My tiny shorts were doing a very poor job at fully covering me, they were more like short shorts, daisy dukes as humans called them. Jayson used his free hand to trace a line from my lips, down the centre of my chest, over my flat stomach. I sucked in a breath as he creased the top of my jean shorts, slipping a finger in their hem. "What's the matter, Ciara? I can smell your arousal little girl" Jayson whispered in my ear. Before I knew what had taken over me, my legs trembled and then the smell hit me too. I felt a warm liquid running down my legs, soaking the middle of my tight shorts. Jayson used the weight of his body to pin mine to the counter, I was completely at his disposal. I quickly checked the time, six-fifty, only a few more minutes and training would be finished and that just might be my saving grace. Jayson still had his hand around my throat, and his other hand was roaming my body, "Are you a virgin Ciara?" Jayson whispered slowly into my ear, making my body tremble and another wave of liquid soak through me. The liquid was freely running down my leg at this point. "Answer me Ciara" He commanded, and because he was my Alpha I could not ignore his command. "Yes," I whimpered. Jayson started laughing. "You mean you've never had someone do this," he took his hand and shoved it down the front of my shorts, just above my plain black underwear. My body completely froze, I needed to focus on my breathing just to keep myself from collapsing. Jayson was holding my womanhood in the palm of his hand, I felt faint, my temperature was rising. I felt like I was going to pass out, He once again began whispering in my ear "I wonder how you feel little Ciara" he said licking the bottom of my earlobe. my mouth dropped open, but nothing came out, I wanted to scream, to cry out for someone, anyone to come save me, but I knew no one would. Even if I managed to cry, if someone heard me, no one would go against their Alpha to save a worthless house omega. Jayson started massaging his fingers over my panties, he gripped my neck pulling my head back so it was flush with his chest. "I'm going to enjoy this," he said, slipping a couple of his fingers underneath my panties, feeling my flesh. I must have been sweating, I could feel the moisture on my face, I checked the clock again, it was seven o'clock. Neil and Cole would just be finishing up at training, they would be here soon. Jayson slipped a finger in between my folds and rubbed it up and down the length of my slit, tears streamed silently down my face as he continued to explore my body. He inhaled deeply "You smell amazing Ciara" he whispered into my ear. My body tensed upon hearing my name again, every time he said it something bad happened. Jayson started rubbing the little nub at the top of my opening, he pinched it in between his fingers until I yelped, as blood flooded to the now sensitive area, Jayson again started to rub it. "You are going to c*m for me Ciara," he said picking up his pace. As he rubbed and tugged at the sensitive spot. I watched the clock, five more minutes. Five more and the Beta and Gamma would be walking through the back doors from the training grounds, Jayson certainly didn't want to be seen in such a scandalous position. "You will c*m for me Ciara," he pinched my nub again, and once again I screamed out. A burst of warm liquid rushed down my leg, I was now standing in what seemed like a puddle of my fluids. Jayson coated his fingers in the liquid before withdrawing his hand. He brought one of his dripping fingers up to my mouth. "Open up," he said, squeezing my throat until my mouth opened. He inserted the finger in my mouth, rubbing it over my tongue. "Clean it off" he demanded so I closed my mouth and cleaned the tangy liquid off his finger. "Hmm, let's see how you taste," he said and put the remaining fingers in his mouth, sucking them completely clean beside my head. Jayson planted one last kiss on the side of my neck, the second most sacred place on my body, a place saved for my mate's mark. He released me from his grasp, reached down his track pants and readjusted himself. "Clean that mess up Ciara, then serve us breakfast," Jayson said coldly, turning on his heels, grabbing his bourbon glass and storming out of the room. I took a few deep breaths to collect myself, I wanted to run to my room and lock myself away from everyone, but I knew if I didn't do what Jayson told me there would be severe consequences. I threw a dish towel from the sink down on the ground and mopped up the mess on the floor. Luckily I had finished cooking everything before Jayson decided to mess around. I grabbed three plates from the bottom shelf of the overhead cabinet. I platted the food as carefully as my shaky body would allow. One by one I brought out the ranked members' breakfasts. They all glared at me as I brought the plates to the table in the next room. I sat each plate down in front of them. Jayson sat at the head of the table with Neil to his right and Cole to his left. I made sure to serve Jayson first before the others. Once they had all eaten, I was excused from the room to finish cleaning the kitchen. I quickly left the room and began doing the dishes that I had left abandoned earlier. I quickly washed them. Once they were washed, then I could disappear upstairs, Jayson wouldn't need me again until I needed to make his dinner for him this evening. That gave me plenty of time to go scrub my body clean from Jayson's touch.