Property Of The Alpha

Alexandra

The very moment I felt my serving tray wobble on my hand, terror took over my body. 

The sound of glass shattered against the wooden floor and pierced through the room. Water quickly began to flood my eyes, knowing my actions would quickly be met with consequences. I couldn't stop my body from jerking away when I felt Alpha Axton's rough fingertips slide across my brown ragged dress and squeeze my breast as I reached over to gather the last two plates off the long dining table. 

My heart hammered in my chest when the room went deathly silent. I could feel every set of eyes sitting at the dining table during the Alpha's dinner glued onto me. They were watching intently and waiting to see what Alpha Axton's next move would be. I swallowed the lump in my throat and barred my neck in submission to Alpha Axton like a good omega before crouching down onto my knees to gather the sharp shards of glass.

“My apologies Alpha, I should have been more careful,” I muttered. It was my fault, the details didn't matter. They never mattered. He was my Alpha and I was nothing short of an omega in his pack.

I belonged to him. The worst part is, I knew it too. 

An aggressive tug of my hair pulled me upright abruptly, his grip never ceasing. “Worthless omega,” he yelled with a bone chilling snarl. Pushing my face roughly against the dining table, I felt his other hand lift my dress. I could feel a gust of cold air brush against my skin, realizing that I was exposed for the entire room to bear witness. I shut my eyes tightly, bracing myself for what was to come. 

The jingling of his belt rang into my ears and I couldn't stop the small whimper that escaped from my chest. My body shuttered from pain when the leather violently struck my backside. My skin burned from the lashing. I could hear the whip of his belt slice through the air as it struck me a second time, my entire body trembling from the impact. 

Soft murmurs began to echo around me and I squeezed my eyes even tighter, the seconds to the next blow feeling like an eternity. But, the third blow never came. Instead, he released his hand from my hair and let my body fall to the floor. 

“Lock her up. Get her out of my face now.” My heart thundered in my chest when my gaze landed on the two guards who began stalking towards me from the doorway. Their large hands tightly wrapped against my frail arms, pulling me into the hallway and down the staircase of the pack house.

It didn't make sense to fight back because I knew it would only lead to harsher punishments. It's not as if I could take on two enforcers anyways, they were much bigger and stronger than I was. And above all, they had a wolf.

The smell of scorched skin and rotting limp bodies became more potent as I was dragged into the dark and cold basement of the packhouse. I could taste the bitter bile slowly creeping up my throat from the gruesome scent. My body thumped harshly against the cold concrete when the guards mercilessly threw me inside the cell and disappeared down the row of iron cages, retrieving back to the staircase.

Not that I was surprised at how quickly they'd left, they often joked that one day one of the pack warriors would catch fleas from the scum that Alpha Axton kept down here. 

I tried to call out, my small voice echoing against the concrete walls. The silence in the dungeon quickly became near deafening. Everything was still except my mind that wouldn't stop racing a thousand miles a minute. I could very well be forgotten and left to die down here like so many other prisoners had in the past. Why did I let him get to me? I should know better by now. He often found some sick and twisted pleasure in watching me suffer at his hands.

The events recoiled in my mind on a continuous circuit. I strived to be a good servant to Alpha Axton and not anger him but no matter how hard I tried, I still found myself being punished at his mercy.