Fated to The Alpha

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heard the cage being mentioned, I cried tears in my eyes

he second, as if he was feeding off of my pain. My pleas fell on deaf ears. A silver cage was brought to his office, it was t

even that would have been more tolerabl

wa

and see me there, trapped inside like a lower life form. The tears wouldn't stop, sometimes I was looked upon w

ge, my whole body aching an

ghtest reaction from my mate, well n

te of me and then quickly look away like I wasn't there. He enjoyed

ed with resistance and pain as I tried to readjust them. Then I went do

l do everything in my power to make sure that I give you the he

g as far as the earth would allow me and bury m

em looked at me with disgust. Like this was the life I had intentionally chosen for myself rather than

e it, that primal need dancing in his eyes, his vul

l between the two of us. What he actually meant

ing his partner squirm and wince beneath him. At first I had assumed that my skills were just not

hard enough so that it left imprints of his palm. He looked at it like a work of art and when I turn

earth would not be able to ple

aphobe. In order to please him I would have to scrub my skin until I was just about to take off the firs

he

the hard way after the first and

on some perfume. His favorite, my eyes grew moist. My entire life had been tail

grew tired of me, or if I managed to gi

't able to g

was nothing wrong with me, and that gu

ing. It was frustrating to say the least. I wanted my freedom back, I want

, if I could be so generous to even

caricature of life at

I should be able to replenish a little bit of my energy bef

s wide open, but I was so exhausted that it was less of a men

when he walked in

the