The Alpha Demon's Kidnapped Mate

11. Sweet Sixteen

Nine years, nine long years he had watched her grow his lust increasing and driving him almost to the point of madness as she blossomed into a well trained lethal warrior and a stunning young woman - just as he had predicted she would.  Years of his training had moulded her into an obedient she-wolf ( or so he thought) she was also the most beautiful she-wolf he had ever seen and was developing into a mate worthy of him.

Her hair was now knee-length and flowed around her like a thick soft halo. Her eyes had held their mesmerising emerald green colour and were framed by longer thicker lashes, her lips had developed to be fuller-looking and the years of training all day in the sun had toned her body, a body that was quickly ripening and had developed soft pleasing curves and large breasts and her skin had a sun-kissed glow.

He could not hold his lust any longer and had decided he would plan a special surprise for her birthday were he could finally release some of if. 

Isabelle woke up sore, in training yesterday she had taken on 8 wolfs at once and killed five and badly injured the rest - they had got a few good punches in though and her back was covered in bruises and a few claw marks and was screaming at her to climb back into bed and rest. As tempting as it sounded she knew she couldn't as she had training soon, she groaned and pulled herself out of bed she made her way into the shower knowing he would be along to collect her in 30 minutes. Just as Isabelle began rinsing off the soap that covered her battered body the shower curtain was swift yanked aside causing her to scream.

He sat in his office and watched on this monitor as his little prisoner climbed out of bed and sat on the edge of it looking longingly at pillow and blanket. After a while she pulled herself up and stiffly walked to the bathroom, he wasn't meant to fetch her for another 30 minutes but the thought of her naked and wet was too much for him so he gulped down the last of his coffee, picked up the carefully wrapped box and rushed down to her cell, masking his scent to keep the element of surprise.

He entered her cell placed the box on her bed and followed her sweet scent to the bathroom, seeing her curvy silhouette through the shower curtain his lust took over and he yanked the curtain out of the way of his prize enticing a scream from her sweet lips in the process.

Isabelle covered her self as best as she could and starred at the Alpha in shock. His gaze full of lust roamed her naked body taking in every curvy and Isabelle started to tremble in fear under his leering. Without warning, he with the lightening speed of an Alpha pinned Isabelle against the wall clasping her delicate wrists above her head in one hand, in a vice-like unbreakable hold and pushed his body into her making her soft curves mould against his body. " Calm yourself my little mate. " he said as he forced her chin up so he looked into her eyes. " I am not here to hurt you, I am here to give you a present ." He purred seductively into her ear. 

He pulled back a little to admire the look of fear that accompanied her intoxicating scent before cruelly crushing her face with his other hand and leaned in to passionately kiss her.

Isabelle was paralysed with fear, she couldn't react at all never had a man or werewolf seen her naked or kissed her it was a new experience for her and she always assumed the first person to see her naked and to kiss her would be her fated mate, not her worse enemy it made her feel sick. After what felt like an eternity the Alpha broke their kiss and looked at her now bruised and swollen lips on her fearful and tear stricken face. He let go of her chin and used his thumb to lovingly wipe away her tears.

" There that wasn't so bad was it ? "  he asked mockingly. " As well you giving you the present I came to tell you your training has been cancelled for today, you are to rest and I will come and fetch you this evening for your surprise ." He reluctantly released her stepping back to admire his mates luscious curves one last time before he left, however he noticed a large bruise on her shoulder and paused. " Turn around .. " he ordered. Isabelle was still paralysed in fear and could not move.  "I said TURN AROUND !!!" he growled, looking down at her he noticed she was not being deliberately defiant but was paralysed with fear and unable to comply so he grabbed her arm and turned her around himself.

He raked his gaze over her back, it was in a terrible state, claw marks and bruises blemished her otherwise perfect smooth tanned skin. He made a quick mental note to take care of her back later before letting his gaze linger downwards to stare at her perfect round and firm bottom that was calling out for him to spank it or squeeze it painfully as he harshly thrust into her, he was on the edge of giving in to his lust he was barely able to restraint himself but thinking of his plans for tonight he pushed her away abruptly and ran out of the bathroom and her cell, locking the cell door behind him he fled up the stairs back to his office to take care of the erection that sat painfully against his boxers thinking of Isabelle's wet body.

Isabelle slumped against the shower wall and slid down it to lay on the shower floor, she lay there for over an hour crying hysterically unable to stop herself before she suddenly stopped. In a daze she worked on autopilot and stepping out of the shower she wrapped a towel around her hair, dried herself and got dressed back into her pyjamas that lay on the floor before exiting the bathroom with the plan of retreating to her bed under the covers safe from the view of the camera where she could rest and cry.

As she neared her bed she noticed there was a large black box on top of it that had a red silk ribbon on top she sat on the bed and curious at to the boxes contents opened it.

The first thing she found was a letter sitting on top of a layer of black tissue paper it read;

"I will collect you later be ready for 5 pm sharp, wear the clothes provided in the box and use the products to get ready if you are late or have not made an effort with your appearance you will be severely punished  - your loving mate." Isabelle placing the tissue paper aside was apprehensive about what would be underneath and held her breath, she was pleasantly surprised however at the boxes contents.

Inside the box was a matching set of plain blue cotton underwear, a sweet looking knee-length white dress that had long floaty sleeves and a very respectable neckline that only showed her shoulders and a small amount of cleavage, a pair of flat gold shoes, a makeup bag containing a red lipstick, black eyeliner, black mascara as well as various colours of eye shadow and a gold headband that was decorated with white metal daisies and yellow roses the outfit all together was not what she feared it was very reserved and sweet.  

Her curiosity now satisfied she put the box under her bed and she finally retreated under the covers trying to think what the special occasion was that had the Alpha acting so out of character, not being able to think of one she finally gave in to her exhaustion and slept.

Isabelle woke up and rolled over to look at the clock beside her bed, it was 4.15 pm, she only had 45 mins until he came to collect her and she was a hot mess ! she threw the covers off frantically and raced to the shower to freshen up taking the box with her to dress in the bathroom. Exiting the bathroom she looked at the clock it was 4.45 pm he would be here soon, she grabbed the make up bag and ran back into the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror and remembering the letter said she had to make an effort or would be punished she started to panic, she had never worn makeup before being a tomboy in her childhood and she didn't exactly have anyone to teach her later on due to her mum and sister being murdered and her being kidnapped, taking a deep breath to calm herself she pulled out of the bag the tools she thought would be the simplest to use - black mascara and red lipstick and she applied a coat of each along with a light coat of gold eye shadow. She then quickly towel-dried her long hair and brushed it until it shone and put on the headband and shoes, looking in the mirror she thought she looked presentable enough but would he and would it be enough not to be punished?

Bang at 6 pm he entered the cell dressed in a grey suit and if she didn't know his cruel personality she would say he looked very handsome. She stood nervously with her head bowed awaiting his judgement praying silently that she was presentable.

He walked confidently into the cell and his breath caught as he looked at her, the innocent-looking dress he had chosen moulded to her curves perfectly looking like a second skin and flashed her amazing long smooth legs, the floaty sleeves combined with her flowing hair and the dresses white colour made her look like an angel. He approached her more closely and lifted her head to look at her face, the dark black mascara made her eyes pop even more and the red lipstick made her lips look so appealing. He smiled softly at her and offered his arm after she hesitantly took it he guided her out the cell and down the corridor to the last metal door.

Isabelle hesitantly took his arm, the gentlemanly gesture was so out of character it made her tense. They had left her cell and walked down the dark corridor stopping in front of a door, she braced and prepared for the torture that lay behind the door waiting for her. She looked in the room in shock instead of a medieval torture chamber like she imagined they had walked into a large luxurious room filled with a comfy looking couch, a large queen-sized bed that had a mountain of cushions on it and silk sheets, a bookcase full of interesting novels, a wall-mounted TV and in the middle of the room was a dining table set up for two with a vase with red roses in it and candles on the table. "Welcome to your new room Isabelle. " he whispered seductively in her ear before leading her to the table to take a seat.

My new room? she thought it was all so overwhelming the incident this morning where he assaulted her and now he organised what you could call a romantic meal as if they were on a date, it was all so confusing for Isabelle.why was he acting this way and what did he want from her?

She would find the answer to that question very soon...