On The Alphas' Bed

On The Alphas’ Bed.

Chapter 1

Amber Whyte.

“Prepare yourself and gather what is left of you, Amber. You have been traded to a vegetable Alpha to become his Breeder. His escorts will arrive shortly. You don't belong here anymore.”

The bombshell dropped with an air of finality.

My fate flashed before my eyes and my heart shattered into millions of fragments.

Pale as a ghost as blood drained from my face in horror, my eyes drifted to my father, hoping for a change in his judgment.

Probably a chuckle to conclude that this was a prank.

Our eyes met.

My chest tightened. The air in my lungs hissed like steam.

He didn't even blink. No flicker of regret. No remorse. No apology. Just a stone-cold gaze that sealed my fate.

And just like that, I was sold off to a half-dead stranger like a bag of potatoes without my consent.

My world crumbled, but I refused to let a tear spill down my cheeks. It wouldn't change my miserable life and ugly future.

I remained quiet in the corner I was ordered to sit, my back arched uncomfortably against the cold wall, and my ass flat on the floor watching my family deliberate my future from the luxurious chairs like I wasn't there. Like I didn't matter. Because I didn't.

I was a plague wrapped in skin. The cursed child whose presence distributes bad luck. The forgotten child who lived in seclusion and abandonment.

But none of it was my fault. I didn't intend to take my mother's life shortly after delivery; deprive my father of his beloved wife and rob my twin sister of a mother figure.

I didn't mean for my mother to die shortly after I was born. And I was hated for that.

“This might come as a surprise to you but a huge debt is threatening to swallow the Pack. We need funds to organize the affairs of this Pack and ensure your sister's grand wedding.” He explained that the firmness of his deep voice upheld the importance of his precious Pack over me, his flesh and blood.

How would I know about the drowning debt when I was left to rot in the attic all my life– alone, cold, starved, terrified.

Like a ghost, I was invisible– To my family. To the Pack.

No one knew about my existence except my father, twin sister, and grandmother. It was a deliberate and combined agreement.

For depriving him of seeing his beloved wife, my father vowed that my existence would be erased. The shadows would be my refuge.

Finally, a warm smile broke on my father's wrinkled face as his eyes sparkled with love. But it wasn't meant for me. His eyes darted towards my twin sister, Delilah who blushed sheepishly, occasionally throwing me death glares.

“You know I would do anything for you, pumpkin. I will give you a wedding that will be the talk of the town.”

She gasped, her cheeks red from blushing so hard before shooting me another mocking glare.

“Thank you, Daddy. I love you.”

I rolled my eyes, looking away into space as anger welled in my chest.

That evil bitch!

The audacity to snatch my mate and plan her wedding in my face!

A blend of anger and pain resurfaced on my face, causing my eyes to water.

The bastard I called my mate turned out to be a backstabbing son of a bitch!

A wave of nausea hit me as last night's scene replayed in my head. Delilah on all fours like a fucking dog. Butt cheeks spread wide like the gates of hell as Nathan plunged furiously from behind. Their filthy grunts and moans were deliberately deafening for me to hear.

Cum sprayed all over her face and her tongue stuck out hungrily to have a taste like a fucking thirsty bitch. Vengeful eyes winked wickedly at me before her middle finger extended in ‘Fuck you’.

They didn't just betray me, they rubbed it on my face, knowing I was helpless.

Delilah never let me have anything good. She snatched it even before it got to me. She would do anything to see me suffer. Burn down the world just to spite me. Just to remind me how her hatred for me was lethal.

And Nathan? All those years of thinking he was the one– my saviour sent to end my miserable life by getting married to me. My happily ever after. He was busy getting fed with my sister's pussy.

Challenging him was the worst decision I've ever made. After a gruesome rejection, he reminded me how uptight I was– too conservative with a holier-than-thou attitude. My refusal to let him fuck me led to him cheating.

But I wanted to wait until marriage, do the right thing by saving myself for my mate.

I begged him…hard to mark me, to introduce himself as my mate to my parents, to get married to me and become his Luna. But he insisted on having a taste.

The kisses I planted on his cheeks whenever I snuck out of the attic were not enough; he wanted more, but for some weird reason, I didn't give in.

After a soul-crushing rejection that left me consumed in pain, he hurled disgusting words at me.

“You are just a naive virgin and no man will ever find you desirable.”

“There is more water in the desert than there is in between your legs.”

“Kissing you feels like I'm kissing a corpse.

“Sandpaper is more pleasing to touch than your body.”

Those horrible words were alive in my head, sending me crashing with pain.

If only he knew that I was a filthy sex-starved slut. I craved to be used, wrecked, owned, and marked by dominating forces. To have my wet hole ravaged by monstrous cocks.

But for the sake of morals, I buried that dark side of me.

But I'll be damned if his words didn't cut deep into me. If it didn't wake up a version of me that had been in deep sleep.

Today marked the end of my good girl Era. My slutty dirty side has arisen, never to be buried anymore.

One by one all those harsh words he told me would be proved wrong. I would make him regret it.

I swear on my mother's grave.

“Get out!” My father's cold order pulled me from my train of thought.

I rose from the corner where I sat, turning to leave until Delilah's sneer stopped me.

“This is the only time your stupid ass is useful. You better not screw things up and ruin daddy's plan to give me my dream wedding or I will harvest your heart from your body and leave it in the open field for vultures to feed on.” She threatened through gritted teeth. Her canines threatened to slip out.

It didn't bother me. I was used to it. But I was more concerned about proving Nathan wrong.

I had barely gone past the meeting room when I swerved in the direction of the attic and bumped hard into a rigid figure.

He dove into action, sweeping me off my feet before I fell to the ground.

I froze when I regained balance. Too shocked to utter a word. Too excited to think straight.

The scent of fresh pines that invaded my nostrils sent wrong signals in-between my legs.

There he stood in the shadows. Towering. Deadly. Drop-dead gorgeous. Like a beast in human skin. Clad in nothing but Black boots, black T-shirt, black leather jacket with his hair finger brushed and swept across his face, he made my pussy leap for joy.

That moment I knew I belonged to him.

Those eyes that made me wet without being touched. Lips that look like sin. Jawline sharp like a fucking dagger. Dick massive enough to ruin me.

But then, I realized who he was supposed to be.

“You are not a vegetable?” I gasped, overtaken by surprise as I looked behind him to be certain my eyes weren't deceiving me.

His response? A smirk dark enough to make me drop to my knees.

Fuck!

I could feel it gathering.

The creamy pool of my juices. It was a matter of seconds before I started dripping uncontrollably.

My thighs pressed against each other, trying to suppress my urge. All I could think of was the feel of his moist tongue against my hardened nipples.

It wasn't up to ten seconds before I felt something trickling.

That was fast.

A long line of warm liquid travelled from my thigh to my legs.

He saw it. He smelt it. My arousal. He knew his presence affected me. His eyes darkened with desire and canality.

I was about to melt in shame when he did something mesmerizing– something out of this world.

Staining his fingers with my juices, he lifted them in the air, to eye level. Paused for a split second.

His fingers moved in slow motion, sliding onto his wet tongue. He licked them with a look of satisfaction.

“Already wet for me, little dove?”

My breath hung in my throat as my pussy throbbed hungrily.

“Be careful what you wish for, little dove. I could ruin you beyond redemption.”