Alpha Greg

Greg let out a puff of smoke as he stared blankly outside, there was a cool yet faint sweet scent wafting through the room. 

As he continued smoking, he watched as he let the servants pull off his clothes one by one, and changed into more colourful fabric.

His torso was Left uncovered, as the little servants took peeks of his bare skin with raking eyes, marveling at his body yet he felt none of those hungry gazes, his mind was filled with thoughts of the woman with fiery hair.

Since he had her, she has constantly occupied his mind and as much as he hated her, he craved her too.

As much as he could have her at any time, he hated that he felt bad at her pain.

God, he hated that he was feeling this. It wasn't how he imagined his revenge to be.

He planned to have her in ways she would wish for death, torment her in ways she would only know hell. But here he was, been tormented instead.

It took all of his restraint not to bring her into his arms and take that body in all the ways he could think of when she knelt down between his legs earlier, The memory wouldn't leave his head.

The door opened up to reveal the same woman he wanted to avoid for the rest of the day and he couldn't hide his smirk.

It seems she was bent on being the prey to appeal him.

She stood up there, her gaze taking in his appearance. She swallowed, he could tell she was holding her own breath and that was all it took to make him want to bend her over the wall and have his way with her again.

"Out" he ordered the servants that were still ogling at him. Leaving both of them in the room.

He moved like a hunter who had his sight set on hid prey, it took just a blink for him to have her hand tied in his.

It was as if Leah just realized the danger she had willingly invited herself into.

In silent frustration, she bit her lips and tried to pull her hand free from his hold but it was a wasted effort.

 "I assumed you would be eager to serve me" he taunted, his mouth so close to her ear.

Leah shot him a sideways glare.

'Endure it' Leah changed to herself, she was letting him have his way only because she cared about her people.

But she also couldn't deny that his closeness elicited some kind of strange feeling from her but she blamed the mate bond.

There was no way she would feel attraction for a man who killed her father, imprisoned her people and took her to bed against her will.

"Why did you come?" Greg asked.

Leah has willingly invited herself to him because of what she promised his beta after her maid received treatment and also because she had a plan.

"I p-promised to serve you in bed if you let my people eat, I plan on keeping my promise" Leah replied, hating every part of her words that sounded suggestive.

"Oh..." Greg's eyes gleamed, when he gave order to let her people eat. He didn't wholly did that just to make her serve him because he knew she was a rose with the stems of a wild weed.

But seeing her submit so meekly, it only made him want to test her limit.

He wanted to see how far she would go to protect her people, would she go as far smas be once did to protect his own?

His hands moved to caress her skin, his other hand clutching her waist and skipped into her dress from below.

Leah shivered at his touch as she quickly closed her legs before his fingers intrudes her but ended up clamping his hands between her inner thighs.

The sensation drawing a slick wetness from inside her.

Greg chuckled, bringing her attention back to his face.

He looked her with wicked eyes as his lips curled up with mischief.

"Is that how bad you want it?" He teased.

Leah blushed furiously, she only wanted to stop his wandering hands .

The point was that, if she released her legs to let go of his fingers it wouyseem like she was inviting him to explore her legs.

And Greg knew exactly what she was thinking and it only amused him more.

Leah was startled when his left hand cupped her one of her breast, her toes curled.

"S-stop" Leah protested but was shocked by how her voice ended up as only a haunted whisper.

"That doesn't seem like someone who hates this, instead I think you want it to continue" 

"I- don't w-want" Leah struggled to say, her full attention was on the hand that were groping her chest.

She didn't know when she released her hold on the fingers between her legs until she unconsciously sobbed out loud at the sensation his hands on her opening brought.

"There... You are wet for me Leah, I don't think you can deny your pleasure anymore" he whispered into her ears.

It took all of her will to push him and run out of the doors to her quarters.

Leah leaned behind the door, her heart beating frantically. It was then she figured that be actually wasn't holding her tightly and it was all her will in that room.

And what was this feeling in her heart?

It was like a volcano as it burned.

Her thoughts shifted to how his lips curled up when he understood what he was doing to her. How his eyes gleamed when he fingered her opening.

And then she remembered how her legs had held his fingers between her thighs.

She burned with embarrassment.

What would her people say to her when they find out she let her father's killer touch her willingly? How would she explain that it wasn't her sanity that embraced his fingers in her thighs?

Because even her wouldn't believe that.

She cursed at the mating bond, but then when she thought of what she needed to do in other for her plan to work, she swallowed nervously.

She would be doing more than willingly letting him touch her. She might even...

Leah shuddered thinking about what would happen if she let go of her hatred and allow the mating bond mess with her thoughts and actions.