LET ME FUCK YOU
AALIYAH
"Did she tell you why she has never visited?" I ask again, wiping off my tears.
Chris turns to look at me and for once, I can read the emotion in his eyes. My heart breaks in disappointment.
"She said she's busy and she'll come visiting when she can,"
"Perhaps – did Shelly stop seeing me as her best friend?" I ask the question that's been haunting me.
Chris gives a shallow hiss and looks away. When his gaze comes back to me, it's hard and burning.
"She said she'll come when she can. That's all the fuck I know," he repeats and waits for no reply before he heads out.
He slams the door and yells at me to lock it from the inside. I do as he asks and drag my miserable self to my bedroom.
All of a sudden, I'm not so hungry anymore and all I wanna do now is sleep away my misery.
I retrace my step to my bedroom and curl up on my bed, covering myself with the duvet. Tears slide down my eyes as I shut them.
Hours later, I wake to the thrashing sounds of rain on the roof. It's night and it seems I slept all day.
I gasp as thunder and a lightning bolt strike against my windowsill. I've never been one who's scared of the storm, but right now, I'm distorted and the tiniest thing gets to me.
I shut my eyes again but the familiar sound of Shelly's car engine makes me flutter my eyes open.
The car rides up to my lawn and then the engine goes dead. Excitement grips me as I hurry down the bed.
"Shelly!" I yell like a child, running down the stairs and going to open the front door. "Shelly, I'm so happy you came…"
My smile fades as I open the front door and realize it isn't her. But then again, the visitor is related to her.
"Hello, Aaliyah," Beta Nicholas smiles at me. He's covered with a thick black coat and has his hat in his hand. His grey beard is neatly carved and he still has the rich aura around him.
"Hello, Beta," I force a smile, still confused. So Shelly's Father visits me but Shelly doesn't? I don't understand.
"Can I come in?" He asks, and I snap out of my thought.
"Sure, come right in," I step back and he walks in. I shut the door and walk with him to the living room. "Have a seat,"
He sits on a couch and I sit half-assedly on the other couch and I'm facing him.
"You look a bit disappointed to see me," He said the words with a laugh, "Why? Are you expecting someone?"
*Your daughter,* I almost say but I decide not to. What's the point?
"No. I'm just surprised to see you. I haven't seen you since that night,"
"Me neither. But I got my eyes on you. And I was told you left here today,"
Well done, Chris. You couldn't even keep a little secret.
"I'm sorry, but I get lonely staying here. I just needed a little fresh air," I sigh, rubbing my face.
"It's okay. I understand," he says in a calm tone. "You don't have anything to be sorry about. You shouldn't even be locked up in here,"
"Yeah, I shouldn't, right?" I mutter the words, getting close to tears.
"How have you been, Aaliyah? You look broken," He says, putting me under scrutiny.
"I am broken," I tell him, as my vision clouds with tears. "And I'm not okay at all,"
"I'm sorry. And I swear, I'm doing all I can to reach an agreement with the Night Walker Pack. You won't have to stay here for long, I promise,"
I'm touched to tears and I don't even try to hold them back. "Thank you so much,"
He stands and spreads out his arms for me. I go right in and he holds me in a soothing hug. Feels just like hugging my Father again, and I enjoy the minutes the hug lasts. Not until something started seeming off.
He's hugging me way too tightly that I'm almost suffocating. "You're holding me too tightly," I tell him, struggling a bit to loosen his hold.
"God, you still smell so nice," His voice is dreamy, as he says those words.
I'm taken aback and I force myself out of his hold. His eyes are hooded with an emotion that's beginning to freak me out.
"What's wrong with you?" I ask him, taking steps away from him.
"What?" He retorts absentmindedly then he shakes his head, "Nothing. I just thought you needed someone to keep you warm,"
"I have my coat and duvet for that, so don't worry. I'm good,"
I feel uncomfortable now, it's weird because I've never felt that way with him around. And I just wish he'll leave.
"You don't get it, do you?" He says with a grin and in a flash, he unzips his fly and sticks out his dick.
"Fuck, Beta Nicholas, what are you doing?!" I look away from him.
I hear a menacing laugh and I can't believe it's coming from him. He used to have a nice, soothing laugh. What changed?
"I just wanna show you how I intend to keep you warm, dear," He says in a lusty tone.
"Get a grip, Sir. This isn't right," I take quick steps backward, still not looking at him.
"Quit with the pretense, Aaliyah. We both know this isn't the first time you're seeing a dick,"
"It is the first time I'm seeing yours, which I shouldn't be seeing at all," I snap at him. "What will your wife think if she finds out what you just did? What will Shelly think if she finds out?"
"I don't give a shit about that…"
"Well, I do. You're supposed to be my father figure, for Pete's sake!" I rasp, letting out a silent "ouch" as my leg hits the center table.
"I don't give a flying fuck!" He snaps in anger, sending ripples of fear to my heart.
"What?"
"I don't give a fuck," He repeats, and I hear him taking in a harsh breath. "I spent years giving a fuck about what others would think and it's been hell. I fuck my wife every night, picturing it was you I was shoving into. I see you running around in those skimpy clothes and I'm stuck with a boner. I have endless wet dreams of you, and I take peeks of you when you change in Shelly's room. I do all these crazy shit because I can't get you out of my mind,"
"What?" I mutter in disbelief, turning around to look at him.
SOLD OFFAALIYAHSeconds turn into minutes and I'm still stupefied from what I just heard. I'm trying to wrap my head around it but it's making me feel a bit sick.The man in front of me is Beta Nicholas Brooks. He's been my Father's best friend for decades and also his Beta. He's also my best friend's father and my godfather.He's a year younger than my father and that keeps him in his mid-fifties. I'm just twenty-one. A fucking rift of an age difference.This man right here used to piggyback Shelly and me. He enters the bathroom when we take most of our showers over at his house, back in our teenage days. Now that I think about it, that's wrong for all the right reasons. But back then, we never gave it a second thought. Sometimes, he opts to bathe me and I'm always excited. Fuck, how stupid of me!He gives me a lot of gifts, more than he gives to Shelly. And I should have known better than to accept them. I feel bile crawling up to my throat as I wonder just how long he's been havi
AALIYAH I opened up my eyes to find chains wrapped around my foot and hands. I suddenly felt a sharp pain from my sprained ankle. I tried recalling, what had happened the night before, as I looked around the environment I was placed in. “Please let me go!!!” a girl yelled as they had her thrown into the floor where we all laid. I looked around to find that there were more girls my age than the adults. “Please!!” the girl's voice pleaded. I rubbed my hurting ankle trying to calm the pain I felt coming from it. I couldn't understand the reason, I was brought here. And from the way she cried out, it felt as though time was running out on her side, and needed to leave. As I searched around for anyone I could talk to, I found out there were girls certainly older than me by a few years. They all looked so unkempt, and the place reeked of people who had been dead a long time ago. What is this place exactly? Am I dead? As I wandered off in thoughts trying to remember all that hap
AALIYAH I had my eyes closed the moment I saw him coming, wishing he would go away without having to hurt me. But that happened so fast and I couldn’t tell whether or not I was getting killed. I tried standing up to my feet, but the weight of the chains held me down completely. And the next thing I knew, I felt the whip directly on my back. I screamed the minute I felt it touch my skin. I felt my wolf growl inside as I felt the sudden urge to fight back. Swallowing down the nut that was formed down my throat, I felt beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I cried. And then the long walk finally came to an end as they had campfires built around us. “We lay here tonight to rest” the Man I suspected was the leader spoke as he had his bag thrown to the floor laying his head to rest. I went to the ground, feeling so tired and wanting to rest, as I had my eyes closed wishing I was having a really bad nightmare. But it turns out it wasn't just a nightmare, but was happening. The
AALIYAH Saying the pack house is wonderful does not do this work of art justice. Plays in front of me are memories from my childhood. I had enjoyed these luxuries, including a large mansion, servants at my beck and call, and nannies who catered to my every need. But now? It is significantly worse than the opposite. One of the guards commands, "Stop!" With his emotionless countenance and taller stature than the others, you could never guess what he is up to. He appears to be partially distorted because of his high cheekbones even though he is exactly human. "Boney," I managed a sick joke, after everything I have been through, it comforts me for some strange reasons. "Step forward," he commands in a stern voice. A pale and sickly-appearing girl steps forward; she was the one who had ignored me earlier in the caravan. "Hands up," Boney commands, after careful consideration. Like a puppet, she raises both arms; disobedience is the least stunt she could pull, for a fragile figure li
She isn't ugly; she's just frightening, like a crow. She enters with majesty, appearing to be the same age as my favorite nanny, who is currently in the Lord's bloom. "Lord bless her soul”. I mumble into nothing.“Welcome to the pack.” Strangely, she doesn't have the coal-spitting voice I expected; instead, her voice is croaky rather than furious.She stops, "I'm lady Sasha, and you know what they say about Sashas. She seems smug for her appearance when she says, "Mess around and find out." Perhaps her stature gave her this permission to brag.Your sole responsibility in this place is to serve Lord Hector, Hudson, and Hunter, our Triple Alphas. She checks our faces to make sure her arguments were understood."At all times, you must appear appealing with well-combed hair and a clean shave. She added, "For when you are not needed, you get freed 'forever'," while pointing with her fingers. "Meals will be served three times a day; they contain a mixture that isn't entirely wolf's bane, b
My body is in excruciating pain. Time passes quickly this time around. After receiving the harsh penalty, I have barely rested for five hours when the morning bell rings.We get out of bed like squirrels, hurrying into the shorts and club top that lady Sasha gave us the previous evening. Damn! I couldn't stop admiring how energetic my body is. It bangs distinctly. Lady Sasha enters wearing her athletic attire. "Unfortunately, some of you will need to do the dishes and laundry of the soon-to-be alpha; not all of you will be going to the gym." She breaks. "form a queue, and come forward." As my heart starts to race, I resent that I still have to live with my fate.It's incredible how eager some people are, pushing their way to the front of the line. There is no competition for me. I relocate to the back and observe how the procedure unfolds. She gestures to a little room in the distance, saying, "The first person will go in that room. There are those who can determine whether you ar
As I prepare their water bath with the flower-scented soap, I start to feel nostalgic but resolutely resist the urge to dive in and start blowing bubbles like a young child. I exit the restroom without giving it a second thought and make my way to the jar of pearls. I start by adorning each of their garments while I thread my needle. Compared to the well-known hand-made coat of many colors, this is more difficult. One individual being subjected to this chore just serves to highlight how nasty one can be.The alpha females enter, weary and covered in perspiration. Some walk toward the restroom, drawn by the scent of lavender. Some people go for water bottles to quench their thirst. Unlike them, we don't have the luxury of taking a warm bath or using the finest soap or hair wash. Ironically, I'm waiting for them to exit the water and ask for a gentle massage, we eat last and perform chores with sore muscles. This is all unfair, and now that I think about it, I wish I was more girlie
HECTOR We, the triple alphas, my brothers, and I, enter the room. When three fine brothers arrive at the building wearing fancy clothing and scent, there is something extraordinary about us. The scream and stare, we are not only revered but even worshipped. I feel a spark within me for the first time in a very long time. As soon as we entered the pack house, I had a strong need that I couldn't resist. Receiving services from women of various sizes and shapes is nothing new. Maybe it's because I neglect my body's pleasure by working so much. We enter the spacious room, where three gorgeous women are lying beautifully on the bed and emitting a divine perfume that actually hooks me. They were completely naked, wearing only bras that barely covered their breasts and sagging underwear. One lay with her legs wide apart, feet flat on the bed, and just her nipple and clit are covered by a thong. She is entirely braless. They creep gently and seductively in our direction. After I pointed