Her Broken Alpha - Isoellen Page 0,89

are mine. Mine."

A full-body shiver, anticipation and unease, chased his words. She could never fear him, not really, but his mood said his attentions were about to turn rough and she would not like it.

He was going to punish her.

"It is lesson day for baby. Got some things here to help you remember this time."

"I had to," she protested.

He cut her off with a smack on her ass.

"You don't get to decide!" he roared, letting out the anger that had been simmering inside him.

It was a sudden fire in her chest. His fear, his powerlessness; it was all right there inside her in a tight ball of fury.

Since she’d darted forward in the fighting pit, getting in front of him, an impotent rage had been growing within him, hidden, but there. Doubling in life and power when she’d slipped from his arms to destroy that awful alpha noisemaker. Disguised by his care and affection, cloaked with his need to see her safe and healthy the raw, dangerous rage had waited. A force not to be denied, it built in his chest, trapped with no exit.

"You don't get to risk mine. You took my bite. Chose me. Accepted me. So you obey me. Follow my fuckin' rules. Are my rules too hard? Did you forget them?"

"Darre, please."

He smacked her again. "Who do you belong to?"

"My monster. Nothonal Darre. I belong to you."

"That's right. Did you forget? Because that is not how you have been acting. That's not what my little thing has been doing. No, she argues. She resists. She does what she fuckin' wants."

She felt his finger on her anus. Now that she'd napped, she wasn't quite as sore there. The burn and stretch had healed and faded.

She knew that humans and betas weren't made like her, didn't have the spot inside to drive them insane with pleasure. Monster liked to push her hurting and wanting for him.

She suspected that was his plan now.

A delicious, welcome sensation, the hot bar of his cock glided against her seam.

"Relax and open to me, or it will hurt. Now. I'm not fuckin' waiting." He spanked her again, which only made her tense.

"Gonna get you nice and wet with my cum. Make sure you are full of my seed. Gonna plug you up with a fun new toy. Might hurt. Look at me now."

He held up an object. "You will take it, though, because this is about teaching you to listen and obey. Say yes, Alpha."

The object he held was metal, with one conical end and another fashioned in the vague shape of a spade. It glinted in the yellow lamplight of their room, filling his palm, big and hard.

"Inside me?" Her voice went choked and high with confusion, body rocking toward the wall and away from the plug he wanted to put up her bottom.

He moved fast, hand shooting out to stop her and spank her. "Stay where I fuckin' put you!"

Hating that enraged tone, and hating that she’d caused it, Naya started to cry.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. But I don't want that in me. Just you. Just want you. Monster, don't, don't."

"Don't punish my treasure? Isn't it my right to punish her? To teach her? To help her be a proper omega?"

"Don't do something you might regret!" she blurted.

His eyes narrowed dangerously. So dangerously.

He dropped his body down over her in a single smooth action, a blanket of heat and weight, his face right in hers. "What are you saying?"

The question was thick with feeling, because inside it was a different question altogether. Did she trust him? Did she trust the bond? Had she truly chosen him?

They'd been together a short time, and already she'd seen so many sides of this man—beast to leader, violent to gentle—but he had never directed his raging anger at her. It scared her. It scared her because she knew this would hurt. That she wouldn't like it.

But. But...

He was hers and she was his. Her soul had taken up residence in his chest. She couldn't exist as a whole creature without him. Without all of him.

Could she accept this punishment? Did she trust the one who delivered it?

She said, "You're going to hurt me. I don't want you to."

"And what of when you hurt me? When you scared me with this new fear? With this thing that haunts me at the back of my brain and eats at me? The feeling of you slipping from my arms, leaving me. What of that? Did I want that?