Leah's POV
As I stepped into the wine cellar, the musty scent of oak barrels and the soft glow of flickering candles greeted me.
The space was dimly lit, with rows upon rows of bottles lining the walls, each one dusted with a fine layer of sediment.
I could feel the weight of the door closing behind me as if I had entered another realm entirely.
I felt cold and held my arms. Alpha Kyle immediately took off his coat and covered it on my shoulders.
"This way, please, Miss Lewyn." Alpha Kyle patted my back gently, which triggered a wave of disgust in my stomach.
As I moved further into the room, my eyes were drawn to a collection of wines that seemed almost otherworldly. There were bottles from every corner of the globe.
This old sucker does know wines. I thought to myself.
Alpha Kyle must have seen the glint in my eyes. He leaned forward toward me and said, "Do you need me to recommend a bottle of wine for you, Miss Lewyn?"
I shook my head and said, "I don't drink when I'm talking business."
"We'll drink first. Then, we'll talk about business. All in a good time, Miss Lewyn," Alpha Kyle said. "I saw you drinking on Derby's Day. I could tell that you enjoy fine wine as much as I do."
Then, before I could say anything, he pulled a bottle of Chateau Margaux from the rack.
"I'm in the mood for a taste of the old world today," Alpha Kyle licked his lips and uncorked the bottle.
The ruby red-colored liquid, glinting in the candlelight, was poured into two large wine glasses.
Alpha Kyle handed one to me and said, "Trust me, Miss Lewyn, you have to try this. You can't go wrong with Chateau Margaux. It's strong, consistent, and reliable. Miss Lewyn, do you enjoy something strong, consistent, and reliable?"
I held the wine glass in my hand and frowned.
Being a Lycan, I had an enhanced sense of olfaction. That's why I could easily detect the smell of Rohypnol in the wine. My brother Leo once told me that Rohypnol, which was a sleeping aid, was widely used to overpower victims at clubs. People who took Rohypnol with alcohol would pass out and forget an assault.
I couldn't believe that this old fucker would add rape drugs to my wine. But to be honest, I wasn't that surprised. This was clearly not the first time that he had pulled out this dirty trick.
I decided to play along and see what he was up to after I was drugged, so I said -
"Oh, I love Chateau Margaux. I love its floral aromas with spicy hints. It's a very sophisticated wine, very continental. And you're right, Alpha Kyle, I love wines and I especially love something strong, consistent, and reliable."
As I was speaking, I slowly walked into a spot of darkness in the cellar. Then, I drastically turned around and raised the glass toward Alpha Kyle.
"Cheers," I said. "For our future collaboration."
"Cheers," Alpha Kyle raised his glass and gloated.
I lifted the glass and pretended to drink it, but actually, I poured the liquid onto the shelf behind me in secret.
Alpha Kyle put down the glass and approached me. His eyes were gleaming with salacity.
"Miss Lewyn, how do you feel about it?" He said in a low voice, placing his hands over my shoulders.
"I feel... a bit tipsy... I mean, this is really a great wine..." I pretended to slur and fall.
Alpha Kyle grabbed my arms and said in a low voice, "Miss Lewyn, you look a bit pale. It's cold in the cellar. Do you want to come with me? Let's find a place, so you can lie down a bit."
"Lie down? Oh, I would love to lie down." I mumbled. "Thank you... Alpha Kyle... Oh, I'm so drunk... I can't even feel my legs..."
As I was speaking, I started to lean against his chest.
Alpha Kyle wrapped his arms around my waist, so I wouldn't fall down to the floor.
"Miss Lewyn, don't worry. Let me take care of you." Alpha Kyle said as he kicked something on the floor.
A door slowly opened silently behind us and there was a pathway behind the door, leading into a secret chamber.
"I will make sure that you're well taken care of, Leah. I have a feeling that we'll enjoy each other's company." Alpha Kyle whispered to my ear and took me inside the chamber.
As the door slowly closed behind us, the darkness consumed us.
I narrowed my eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness. When my eyes finally saw the surroundings, I was shocked.
The smell of leather. The sturdy oak table and an array of tools and toys on its surface, each one designed to elicit pleasure or pain. Chains hung from the ceiling, with their metallic sheen glinting in low light. Whips, floggers, paddles, and saddles?!
Are you fucking kidding me?
I am in a... sex dungeon?!
I kept playing unconscious.
"Leah," Alpha Kyle placed me on a leather chair and whispered to my ear. "I've got my eyes on you ever since I saw you on Derby Day. I immediately recognized you, just I recognized all my pain bitches. You have the quality to be my favorite bitch. Now, let me take a look at what's hidden beneath your Armani suit. I'm sorry to drug you. I prefer to do this when you're conscious, but I know you wouldn't be so obedient to an ugly old man like me. But trust me, I'm very good at this, so I'm sure you will like it when you're awake tomorrow morning. Now, my sleeping beauty, here comes your master of pain."
I had to control my impulse to throw up as he pressed his hands on my chest, trying to untie the buttons on my jacket.
Just when he was about to untie the last button, he suddenly ripped it off my body and grabbed my legs to spread them open.
"Oh, Leah! Your skin looks so pretty and I would like to lick it all over! I will ride you like my own fucking mare all night!" Alpha Kyle closed his eyes and moaned with excitement, pressing his hips against mine.
At that time, I suddenly said in a cool, steady voice, "You're really into horses, aren't you, old sucker?"