Slave
Alpha Tate rips the cupboard door off and flings it across the room. He crouches down, staring at me with a stern, angry face.
'And what are you doing hiding in here?' he asks with a devilish smirk.
He reaches in to pull me out. I hit him repetitively with my fists. It’s of no effect. Alpha Tate laughs.
'You’re starting to become feisty, little Slave, I see?' he says as he yanks me onto the floor. My body resonates with the sounds of broken bones. I feel the pain in my body.
Standing up, I try to run past him, but he grabs the back of my dress, pulling me back. My dress rips, and my back is exposed.
'You’re quite fun to play with,’ he chuckles with evilness. 'Now, I have things I want to discuss with you,’ he says, scooping me up.
He carries me to his office, kicking the door
