Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King
“I wish I’d never come here.” He glares over my shoulder.
“Aye, I wish you hadn’t too,” says the alpha darkly. “But here you are. So stop acting like an insolent pup and do as you’re told.”
Ryan’s sharp jaw sets, and he looks as if he’s about to throw a temper tantrum. But then he sits and I see the alpha is right. His shoulder is swollen, and his arm is out of place. It must hurt.
I help him up, and he drags his feet across the dirty floor as I lead him across the cell.
“Good lass,” says the alpha.
Something heats inside me. Who does he think he is, speaking to me like that? He is a prisoner, someone from the wolf clans no less, and I’m daughter of the king. I glare at him but he has already turned his attention to Ryan.
He turns the boy around, then pulls him backwards into the bars, hooking a large arm across his chest. He grabs his good shoulder to hold him steady. Ryan whimpers, his breathing growing rapid, as the alpha takes hold of his other forearm and runs his hand down it.
The alpha’s eyes flick to mine. “Why do the guards think you’re here?”
“I. . .” I force myself to meet his gaze, even though I feel suddenly warm. “I told them I was from the brothel.”
He smirks and my cheeks flame. “That should work.”
He makes a sudden movement.
“FUCK!” roars Ryan.
The horrible wolf in the next cell chuckles. The alpha grins, too.
“Ah, be quiet, you big wuss.” He musses Ryan’s hair as the boy mutters obscenities under his breath. He shoves him gently toward me. “You’ll need to make a sling for-“
“I know,” I snap.
I lead Ryan to the wall and sit him down, grabbing the fabric from my satchel and crouching before him. His face is bright red and his breathing is shuddery as I slide the bandage beneath his forearm, then bring the top end around the back of his neck.
“You don’t like being told what to do,” observes the alpha.
“No one likes to be told what to do.”
“Some people like it.” I can hear the smirk in his tone and I look up at him, confused. He shakes his head. “Never mind.”
He watches me in silence as I tie the two ends of the bandage together above Ryan’s collarbone.
I’m just finishing up when the main iron door screeches open.
I still, panic writhing inside my stomach as I imagine what Sebastian will do to me if he catches me here.
A woman’s sultry laughter seeps through the darkness and I let loose a breath.
“Who’s been a good boy?” she coos, as if speaking to a dog, and I tense. “Who’s a good boy and deserves his treat?”
The horrible wolf who whistled at me chuckles. “I’ve been a good boy,” he leers. “You can come in here, sweetheart.”
“Oh, yes?” Her sweet rose-scented perfume permeates the dank air as her footsteps get closer. “And what about you? They say you’re an alpha. Is that true? I’ve always wanted to bed an alpha.”
I look over my shoulder.
A pretty woman with long blonde hair leans against the bars of the alpha’s cell. Her lips are painted bright red, and her cheeks are rosy. Her dark cloak hangs over one shoulder and reveals that she’s not wearing anything underneath.
She flutters her eyelashes, but the alpha keeps his back to her.
“No?” she coos. “Are you sure? How about now?”
She drops her cloak, revealing her naked body. I tense, my eyes widening. I have never seen anyone unclothed before. A muscle feathers in the alpha’s jaw and his gaze remains on me.
“Very well, pet.” She pouts. “I suppose you’ll just have to watch.”
She unlocks the door to the next cell and saunters inside, hips swaying.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” leers the horrible wolf, looking her up and down. “Get over here. I’ve got something for you.”
He pushes her to her knees and my heartbeat starts pounding too fast, too hard, as she smiles up at him. What is she doing? Why is she. . .?
The alpha before me shifts to the side, partially blocking them from view. “It’s time to leave, Princess.”
His low voice doesn’t cover the wet sucking sound that comes seconds later, and the horrible things the wolf is snarling under his breath in the next cell. All the warmth drains from my body and I’m frozen.
Is she. . .? With her mouth?
“Princess.” There is a command in the alpha’s tone.
I’m distracted by the blur of movement in the shadows of the cell beyond as the wolf flips the woman over so she’s on her hands and knees, and mounts her from behind.
If you wish to be
taken like a common mutt, that can be arranged tomorrow night after the ceremony.
Sebastian’s threat floods my mind and my heart beats faster, a trapped bird unable to escape its cage.
The man grunts, thrusting harder, his face twisted and ugly. The woman’s hair swishes in front of her face as her whole body jerks. Her hands slide through the dirt and her knees scrape against the cold hard ground. She must be in pain. And the sounds she’s making. . .
Dots dance in front of my eyes.
Tomorrow night. Tomorrow night this will happen to me.
The shadows tighten around me, bind me. I can’t move. I can’t breathe. I am trapped. A prisoner. I’m always a prisoner. I cannot escape this.
Who knows, perhaps I will throw you into the kennels afterwards.
The woman’s moans become louder, high-pitched.
“That’s it,” snarls the wolf. “Take it, you dirty little bitch.”
“Yes,” she cries back. “Yes.”
Perhaps I will even let this alpha have a go with you, seeing as you have denied him his kill.
My throat tightens. I can’t swallow. I can’t breathe. I clutch my chest. The darkness swims around me. The air is liquid and I’m drowning in it.
“Princess,” the alpha barks. “Look at me.” His rough voice cuts through the swirling whirlpool that is sucking me under-strong and demanding obedience.
Slowly, I turn my head.
“That’s it. Keep your eyes on me.” He’s crouching down so he’s almost at my level, big hands curling around the bars between us. I don’t know when he moved. “Deep breaths.”
I do as he says, and some of the tightening of my chest loosens.
“That’s it. Breathe in. Breathe out.” The raging waters become lapping waves as his voice washes over me. “Breathe in. Breathe out.”
Everything feels far away. Horrible sounds echo around the cells, but I keep my gaze fixed on the face in front of mine. I keep breathing. His expression is unreadable.