Olivia Blake
I threw the door open of my house, tears streaming my face but mostly, it was anger. I was livid.
“Mom!” I yelled, unable to cope any longer. He was forcing me to live with him! I had no choice, it just wasn't right... it just wasn't...
“Mom!” I shrieked, when no one came to my rescue. I was her daughter, hollering for her and nothing!
It took me screaming again before my mother rushed from the upstairs. “Olivia! What's wrong? Did they find you? Or are you here against his wishes?”
“Mom, how can you say that to me!” I boiled, this Alpha had everyone under his thumb and rather quickly too, it was astounding.
“Because you caused such a big scene! You ran away from Alpha Wyler.”
I rolled my eyes, if only my mother knew he'd take me over his knee like a child, well kinda – it had been a lot more enjoyable than being punished as a child. Enjoyable as in – I swallowed hard.
“You were also high at the meeting and....”
“Mom, he's forcing me to live with him!”
She silenced in that moment.
“He's an asshole!”
My mother silenced.
“Mom!”
“Liv, he told me you are mates.”
“Oh yeah, I bet he did. Well, I rejected him and he won't kick me out of the pack, like he should! He's a dictator... I hope you're all happy with your new Alpha!”
“You rejected the Luna position?” My mother breathed, suddenly caught up on a point I didn't really think was priority – what about me moving? What about him basically kidnapping me!
“Oh, Olivia, why would you do that?”
I stared at her. “Mom, for real!”
“Livy...” She didn't seem to care what I wanted, but she never really had.
“Please, tell dad to do something.”
“I won't do that, this is a great opportunity. He's Alpha. Alpha's sometimes do things that don't always make sense but I'm sure with time--”
“Are you crazy!” I shrieked at her. “No, he wants to rape me!”
“Olivia, that cannot be true.”
I wanted to tell her what he'd done to me but I couldn't repeat if for the life of me, I was screwed. My family was not going to do anything and I was going to be forced to live with Alpha Beefcake.
“Olivia, as our only child, think of this as a very high accomplishment. You will be Luna. We have never had a luna in this family.”
“Who gives a crap, Mom!” I wanted to slap her, she was caught up in the romanticism of being the mate to an Alpha, she was blatantly forgetting how I felt and I felt like I was being married off!
“What are the dates that he asked for you to move in?”
“Within the hour,” I snapped, hoping it would hurt her cold-dead-possibly-horny heart.
“Yes, that's probably best.”
“Mom!” I shrilled, “You're missing the point!”
“Olivia!” She scolded, “You are eighteen, did you expect to just never find a mate?”
“I expected to get to go to college and party! I don't want a mate.”
She shook her head at me. “Life isn't about getting high and drunk. He'll be good for you.”
“He's nothing but an asshole!” I yelled and bound up the stairs, if I ran... well, the thought did cross my mind more than once as I packed but something was telling me – if I ran, and I was found – which was likely, I'd be in for way more than an ass spank.
Literally chucking my clothes from my dresser into a black duffle bag, I became more and more frustrated. The clothing of his I was in started to get annoying so I stripped it and dressed in a pair of leggings and a tank top. Now that I could move properly without clothing falling off me, I collected anything of value, finding an old box in the corner of my room and shoving things in it as I did. Then I wrapped my pillows and blankets up and started hauling some things into the hall. I chucked my blankets over the railing and then a backpack, hoping something would break on its way down so my mother would feel an ounce of sadness.
Returning to my room, I scrounged again for anything else, my eyes came to my hamster as he slept in his cage and I knew I had to bring him.
“Ready to go?”
I shot around to find Beef-cake standing in my door frame, I fumed. He hadn't told me he'd be coming to fetch me, but I should have suspected so.
He lifted his eyebrow when I did not reply. “Olivia?”
“Why are you here?”
“To come help you.”
“I don't need your help.” I spun away from him and bent over, looking through my desk drawer. I found my notebook and pen and threw it on the bed, this way I could document my kidnapping.
His stare bore into me and I didn't need to be facing him to know I was making him angry again but I felt like taking it up a notch.
Looking up, I gave him a glare. “Why don't you do something useful?”
His jaw hardened. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” I mumbled, grabbing another pen as a back up.
The bedroom door slammed and he thudded over behind me.
“Obviously, you liked being turned over my knee and I told you if you gave me attitude again, I would punish you. And it won't be a nice pleasure like this...” His hand came to my lower back and slipped beneath the fabric of my leggings to my bare ass. I hadn't bothered with panties and in hindsight, I should have. He nibbled the skin on my neck, his large fingers navigating down my ass and around my hip, exploring my nether regions like an expert. His long index slipped against my clit and he stroked me, more than a few times. I quivered on the spot, letting him continue for whatever reason and closing my eyes.
“It's been like three hours, how much longer do you think you will last resisting me, Olivia?”
I halted my movements and gulped. his breath on my cheek summoned my wolf to life – I had to get her under control – she was like a horny teen around him.
I lifted my nose enough to know it was considered smugly disrespectful. “This is just the way I am, so I guess you're never going to like me, Alpha.”
He chuckled, taking his hands from me and I tried not to show my disappointment. “Oh, I realize what you are.” Grabbing my elbow, he turned me into his chest and I stared up at him and his natural muscle. “Next time you disrespect me you will get on your knees and suck my cock till I cum in your little mouth. Understood?”
I didn't reply, I couldn't reply; suddenly consumed with the thought of his cock being shoved down my throat. I wondered how big he was but I'm sure it was an impressive girth either way I would look at it.
“Olivia,” He demanded.
“Yes!” I snapped in his face and he closed the gap between us. It seemed like he was about to kiss me and my body halted to see it through.
“Good.” He grunted, stepping away. “What can I carry out to the truck? I already packed all the things you so nicely threw down the stairs.”
First he dug his fingers into my clit, threatens me with sexual acts and then he's pleasant and offering his help? I didn't get him for the life of me.
I picked up my hamster cage and turned to him, smirking.
He looked to the rodent home in my arms. “What is that, Olivia?”
“My hamster. He's coming.”
“He?” he questioned with a look of disgust. “It has a gender?”
“Probably has bigger balls than you,” I laughed to myself as I handed him the cage.
“Want to do a comparison?”
My eyes flashed up to his as he took my hamster. Growling at me, I stepped back from him, he had no sense of humor and I knew he really would shove his cock down my throat if I didn't smarten up. For the first time in my life, I was a bit in fear of my own sarcasm.
Cautiously, he looked in at my pet. “Where is it?”
“In his house.” I pointed to the little igloo in the corner. “I've had him for four years. I like him.... a lot.” I empathized. “So, don't go threatening his innocent life.”
“My god, what do you think I am, some animal?”
I bit my tongue to hold my immediate thought.
“Olivia?” He pressed.
I shook my head and his eyes ignited.
“Say it and find out what happens.”
“I'd rather not,” I hissed and turned away from him.
He let out a laugh as he headed out of my room. “I get it, Olivia, I'm not funny.”
“It's Liv,” I said quickly.
He paused and we turned to face one another. “What?”
“Everyone calls me Liv.”
He seemed to think a moment and then shook his head. “I like Olivia.”
I creased my brow. “But--”
“I will not call you Liv but in private, I may call you other things. Now, grab one of the many damn stuffed animals on your bed and let's go.”
“Why do I need a stuffie?”
“Don't you want one?”
The question caught me off guard, but he was right, I did want one in particular. I dove for Pup – he'd always been my favourite, a little plush wolf I'd had since I was a child.
His amusement toward my actions came low and like a rumble, tipping my nerves and I stared at him, with the stuffed animal hugged to my chest. “Let's go, Olivia, before I bend you over that bed.”