An Offer To Be The CEOs Girlfriend

Ava Deal stood with her head bowed at the door of the Bond-Moon park house, with her hands clasping her luggage. She couldn’t believe she was right here, and not in the safety of her home at White-Moon pack. She couldn’t believe she was here as a slave. Wait, not just any slave, but the Alpha’s sex slave.

Why had she come here? She could have easily ran away because her dad had only taken her as far as the border, with only a crisp note to accompany her. A sad smile touched her lips as she thought about it. She was really strange, calling Stallone Deal, dad after everything that had happened. The man didn’t deserve to be called dad. He was a fucking monster!

“Miss, who are you?” A man queried.

Ava blinked twice as she stared dumbly at the man. Then, his words hit her. She swallowed hard as the shame of her intentions hit her like a bag of bricks. It was too late to leave now.

“I have an appointment with Alpha Jax,” She said quietly.

She watched him pull his black jacket close to him like he was cold, which wasn’t normal with the weather they were presently in. The man licked his lips, standing straighter than was remotely possible.

“Come with me,” He said briskly.

Ava closed her eyes for a split second. The moment she stepped foot in the pack house, everything she ever hoped for, dreamt off, and lived for would be thrown into the wind. This would be her prison from today onward. She could only pray that the Alpha was kind.

She dragged her luggage into the pack house, trailing behind the man who walked so quickly like he was in a hurry.

“Wait here,” He ordered, without looking back.

Ava grounded to a halt, and watched him go to the door below the staircase. She zoned out once more, thinking about her mother, Amy. What would her plight be now? Her father would practically torture her so much that she would lose all her hopes to live. Why did the moon goddess pair her mother with such a monster? It was not right.

Nothing was right actually. It wasn’t her presence in this room or the fact that things can go worse from here. It was nothing. She dropped the bag finally, her hand throbbing in relief, then she sat on it. She felt so weak and incredibly tired.

If only her mother could be brave? If only she could fight Stallone Deal off with her chest puffed up, then none of these would be happening. It almost felt like her mother enjoyed being tortured and oppressed. But, actually, it was Avery Deal being weak. She practically had no backbone. None, whatsoever!