One Night With My Alpha Daddy

Ellie's POV

"Don't come near me! Or I'll . . . I'll kill you!" Brave words like these erupt from my mouth but my body shudders in my disheveled clothes, and I raise my hands to the scissors and shout a warning at my cousin Alex. However, he grins sententiously and presses closer to me, not believing that I, who has always been submissive, would really dare to defy him.

"You are making this game interesting. Come on, dear sister . . ." Disagreement resurrects within me. If we are kids, it will be a game. But we are not. After I fell asleep, exhausted from my chores, Alex snuck into my room to fondle my bottom, and although he often leered at me, I never thought he would actually dare to do that.

I see the want in his eyes, but they are not lovely. His lids are almost shutting off, like the wings of a butterfly. He just wants to be satiated. Looks at me like a meal for his satisfaction. It makes me want to throw up and I clutch tighter on my little defensive weapon. So the moment he lunges at me, I close my eyes and thrust the scissors at him.

I feel contact and cannot help but open my eyes. I catch his eyeballs widen in surprise like ostrich eggs, no more in expectant pleasure, as I stab him in the shoulder, and when he takes a small step back with a frown, he ends up accidentally tripping over clutter on the floor and his body falls backwards. The back of his head hits the table and he suddenly stops moving.

My body begins to calm down. The scissors aren't in my grip anymore. I take tentative steps forward, more afraid that Alex might just be faking his fall. He could be quite cunning at times. When I get to stand beside him, I see the knife lodged halfway; crimson color making a full moon around the puncture site.

I prod him with a leg until I am convinced he has really passed out. Then I am not calm again. My hands frantically attack my hair, I am uncomfortable and my heart beats like a mad drum. Fear invades me. What do I do? Since my parents died, I was adopted by my aunt and uncle, and after successfully getting my parents' inheritance, they showed their true faces, beating me at every turn and giving me all the chores.

I had become a waif to them and to Alex here, some tool he wished to use as a pleasure giver. Sometimes I was driven to the brink. Sort of taking the leap. Then I stopped being suicidal and planned to run away. And looking down at Alex, and his barbaric behavior, I think I might be forced to bring that plan to an earlier date.

I control my fear, bringing myself to my knees and begin to search his pockets. I come up with some money and blue boys. The idiot didn't even have a condom. I know he will not forgive me when he wakes up, or if he wakes up. And my aunt and uncle, they must have a way to catch me, so I must have a strong backer.

The next thought which convulses within my mind is where I would run to, but I quickly think of him, Austin, the Alpha King of the werewolf world. My father had been his loyal gamma warrior, and shortly after, my father was killed in the line of duty. Then my mother died of a sudden heart attack, and I always suspected that their deaths had something to do with the Alpha King.

I really didn't know why then and I sure as hell don't now. All I know is that I have to find a way to get King to keep me, sort of like an adoption without papers and signatures, even if he is rumored to be bloodthirsty and warlike. In any case I cannot stay here; in my uncle's house any longer. I have no better choice now.

I grab my savings and my backpack, whatever scrap I have been able to keep during my thralldom and I let myself out of the house without bothering to look back at Alex. I put on the hoodie and walk briskly towards the town.

I acquire a map of the suburbs from a store, look up the Alpha King's palace and cannot find it. It is not listed as a place. The gray area is represented by one name: Outskirts. That sounds like a boundary, I think.

"This should do," I tell myself, folding the map and tucking it into my bag. I walk out of the store and glance at the sky.

The sky above takes the color of cat vomit and I wonder if Alex would have regained consciousness. Not as if I cared, I just cannot imagine what they will do to me if their son actually dies.

I travel for three days, using the map that cost all the money I had on me, mostly on foot and then hitching rides from less caring motorists, who weren't too concerned about my disorderliness.

I take the long road snaking to God knows where. That part is excluded and cut off from the map. I reach a fork on the right, and the road isn't tarred. A wooden signpost reads OUTSKIRTS in red diagonal block letters. This is my destination so I walk down with the evening sun regarding me with heated consciousness.

The palace is too big when I see it, looks like it was sliced off from the Tower of Babel or something, then painted violet. Because in place of workers, there are gamma warriors dressed in jackets and jean trousers that look neater than mine, patrolling the grounds. Maybe the color is a synonym for violence.

I hide around, circling the edifice, the soles of my shoes almost a hindrance to the stealth I need to maintain. My snooping around brings me to an open-air swimming pool, and right there by the bank, I see a man sitting in the water.

He is hardly moving. So could he be unconscious in this position even with his eyes closed? His delicate facial features and bare pectoral muscles are built like the most perfect sculpture. Who is he? Is he a prisoner locked up here by that brutal Alpha King? I need to find out.

"Hello," I whisper in his direction, trying to see if I can catch his focus. He ignores me like I am a roadkill. I amplify my voice again, letting him feel I am a distraction that should be accorded some interest. "Tsk. Hey. This isn't the time for a modeling shoot. If you could at least open your eyes and help a lady out here?"

No reply. The statue man doesn't even look at me. I pace along the bank. "Please, wake up. I really need your help," my voice whimpers like a puppy's.

Then I stop to listen. At this moment, I hear the pit-a-pat of footsteps coming this way. A gamma warrior's voice comes from outside, humming to himself. "Why are they always male?" I say to myself, throwing my hands up.

In panic, I run towards the pool, hoping to immerse myself in it until whoever has seen me leaves. Jumping in, I find out that the pool isn't just water. It's actually full of ice and it stimulates my calf cramps, sinking me to the bottom of the water.

My undercover act disappears as I cry out, "Help ... help me! Gollum ... help ... " I reach out my hand in an effort to call for help towards the prisoner, hoping he would wake the hell up now. He actually does. He opens his eyes and looks at me. His pupils are blood red, like the store paint.

His eyes are like windows and I feel like I can see I'm right where his soul lives. In bloody Hell.

I begin to flail. My body wants to get away from those eyes and emerge from the water at the same time. He doesn't grab my hand. He isn't Jesus. My body submerges, resurfaces; I swallow cold water and my throat begins to fill up.

A memory comes to mind. I remember the rumor that the Alpha King was wounded during the war a few years ago, and since then, whenever his wound attacks him, his eyes are blood red and he will kill everyone who comes near him. Oh my, it is Austin.

Ellie's POV

My body sinks further down like a sack of Crusaders' bones but I do not. I feel extremely light. I feel essence burst out through the top of my head like the beginning of goosebumps. If I have a halo, I should begin to pray.

I am looking down at my actual body in the pool but somehow I am way up in the sky and still feel like I have another body but it's one I can't see.

The most peaceful and beautiful feeling of calm and placidity envelops every part of me up here. None of the distress and pain I felt earlier is here.

As I keep watching, I see the man dive down to get my body. His eyes get even redder as he takes me to the edge of the pool.

Oh Goddess, what's the Alpha King going to do to me?

I'm freaking out, but now I'm just a puff of air that has no control over my body.

Is this what death feels like?

I see him pull me up with ease like I weigh nothing more than a toothpick.

The Alpha King rests me on the bank. It seems he is trying to save my sorry ass. Then he begins to smack himself in the head, shaking it from side to side the way someone would to stay awake. His face contorts into what looks like extreme pain, and he desperately looks around for something. It seems like it's something important.

Help! Is the Alpha King about to eat someone?!

I'm gonna cry. This scary guy is going to eat me!

His blood rinsed eyes rest on a silver dagger a couple of metres from the area he had been resting before I drowned.

Oh Goddess, this makes me shudder. He's going to swing his knife and eat a wolf steak! Poor me, I'm that wolf steak.

I cover my eyes and dare not look any further. That would be a gory scene very unsuitable for a young girl like me -

However, to my surprise, he pulls himself out of the pool, runs to the silver dagger, picks it up and swiftly slices himself a handful of times across the top of his lower arms.

Hmm? Why would he do that?

Instead of yelling in pain like I definitely would, an immense look of relief floods his features and his eyes become paler. It's like it relieves him of the wild rage and agitation that he has been feeling, one without an outlet.

He shifts his focus back to my body, then runs over and cups a hand beneath the back of my head, lifting my lips to his as he tries to resuscitate me.

Wh ...what? He's going to kiss me??!

I squirm almost into a ball in mid-air. I swear to the Goddess that I have absolutely no expectations of this scary, handsome man ... Absolutely not!

This is my first kiss!!

When his soft, sexy lips get closer and closer to mine, I stare in awe and totally dare not move. It's amazing, I'm watching how a handsome guy kisses me!

He's getting closer and closer, only a centimeter from my lips ...

Without warning, a sharp and immense suction sound starts and I am sucked right back into my body in an instant.

"Whew!" It's so overwhelming to regain all five senses at once and my body takes over, coughing to expel the water out of my lungs.

My chest and lungs ache and throb and I am so, so cold. The tiles that make up the edge of the pool are cold beneath me and I shake uncontrollably from both the cold and my coughing.

Finally, I stop coughing enough to get all of the water out and open my eyes.

I don't need to look around because he is right there. The Alpha King sits over the edge of the pool beside me, looking down at me with an unreadable expression, his elbow and left fist positioned on his left hip.

"Thank you... Thank you so much." I say, in a shaky voice.

"Who are you?" He demands.

"The girl who almost died. I need a minute... Can't think straight yet... I'm cold." My head is pounding. I feel nauseous and my teeth are chattering.

"You should be, but you'll survive. Now tell me who you are and what you want." His blood-red eyes have turned blue but they are no less intense. They are so majestic that I feel like I am peering into the eyes of a powerful deity.

I look down quickly unable to meet his gaze for long. I slow my breathing, ignoring the pain all over my body, and prop myself up on my elbows to begin explaining myself. My tank top is exposing every inch of my figure and my soaked shorts have receded up to the bottom of my hips so I feel almost naked.

"I'm the daughter of Markus Roze." I know he will immediately recall this name. After all, my father was once loyal to him.

"Markus?" His brow straightens out and I see a calmer and more understanding expression come over him. The look he gives me feels intense and the cold kind of recedes.

"Ah, you must be young Ellie, right?" He reaches over and lifts my chin towards him, encouraging me to look at him.

"Yes, I'm Ellie." I want to look away because despite the traumatic event that has just happened to me, I already feel aroused by his attention. He looks at me but then frowns again.

"As I recall, I gave your uncle quite a respectable sum of money, Ellie. More than enough to look after you for the rest of your life."

He's questioning why I'm here?

Huh ... If I can live well on that money, do I need to get myself into such a mess?

NO. If my parents hadn't died, I would still be a little princess in my family. My parents wouldn't let me get the slightest hurt.

A flash of anger and grievance unfurls in me which brings on prickly hurt tears.

"You think this is about money?" I sob. "Well, newsflash, it doesn't! It's about how my aunt and uncle abuse me every day! They burn their cigarettes into me, slap and kick me. They treat me like a slave and you wanna know what's worse? Their son repeatedly touches and sexually harasses me!"

I am fully crying now, not trying to stop my tears at all. I don't care. I have nothing left. I am still reeling from nearly drowning, and then the emotional upheaval from running away and now my strange feelings around the Alpha King.

I sit up, cross my legs and shuffle around to face him. I hold my arms out in front of me to show him and I keep wiping my eyes to stop them from blurring from the tears.

He is looking into my eyes and this time I see him soften. His eyes crawl down to my arms and he grabs my left one, pulling me closer to him so he can examine the circular scars on my arms. I can't breathe all over again. His touch is such a shock to my system that it feels like fire rushing up my arms. He looks back up at me.

"This is why I came to you. I don't have anywhere else to go. I can't go back and I've spent all my money to get here, not to mention the hours I spent hiking and waiting for vehicles."

He is assessing my words and I still sense suspicion from him.

"You walked all the way from Queens?" he looks at me incredulously.

"If you were listening to me, I didn't really walk all the way here; I got lifts too. I have nothing to live off and nowhere to go. Can you take me in, please?"

He doesn't answer, remaining aloof.

"It's not like I'm a complete stranger, you knew my father," I say, trying to be convincing.

He stares right into my eyes and then at the rest of my face, as if searching for the faces of my parents.

"Yes, I did. You do look like your parents."

There's something in his eyes I don't understand. But that doesn't matter.

He yells out in an assertive voice, "Dana, bring some towels out please."

Soon, Dana, the maid, brings us out a towel each. The towels are incredibly soft. I think of the dried-up and worn-out towels from my uncle's house distastefully.

"And take her to dress, she will need clothes." Dana nods and then looks at me expectantly to get up.

I follow Dana into the palace, and she guides me to a room. She brings me new, clean clothes and tells me that dinner will be ready soon.

"Feel free to come down to the dining room when you're ready."

When I get there, I see the Alpha King making dinner.

"Find a seat Ellie," he says from the kitchen, without looking at me. "We don't stand while we eat here."

I sit down and soon enough, he brings out plates with different meats and salads. I practically drool at the site of it.

I am just getting some food onto my plate when the Alpha King's Beta walks in and addresses him. He has brought an update on his work and the status of the war. It doesn't sound good. I know the Alpha King has spent many years away in the war and his Beta is relaying that there's need to get things under control again.

But if he goes away, how am I going to find out the truth of how my parents died?

As if reading my thoughts, I look up from my plate to find him staring at me. To say he is suspicious of me is an understatement.

So, I wonder what he will do. If he has to go away, will he kick me out? Or if he stays, will he actually let me stay here?

What will he do with me?

Ellie's POV

As he looks at me, he says to his Beta, "Get Ellie the admission papers and go through the process with her."

Beta nods. "Yes, Your Majesty."

I am stunned. I feel such immense relief that at least now I will be looked after.

The wolf pack's border is not secure and rogues are stirring up trouble so Austin has to go to fight. I feel conflicted, even though I am immensely grateful I have been accepted in, I wonder how long he will be gone. If he's going to be gone a long time, how can I investigate whether he had anything to do with my parents' death?

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It happens that Austin is gone for two years and I turn nineteen.

I didn't expect him to be gone for two years but what the hell? I attend Browers College now. Joined the college's detective club but it only comprises me, my best friend Anna and a newbie Jaden. Don't ask me why detective club, this is me trying to play Sherlock Holmes.

We are out drinking in a bar at Kingscliff Hotel and Anna orders another round as Sofia enters the bar. She has it in for me. Insanely jealous ever since she found out that Brody, a guy she liked had a major crush on me. She spots me and approaches.

"Hey Ellie, how are you?"

"Fine." I say, guardedly.

"That's good. Look, I just want to say I'm really sorry about everything. The way I spoke to you. It's silly to let a boy cause come between us. Would you forgive me?"

I raise an eyebrow. "I thought you said you didn't want to talk to me ever again."

"That was me just being silly. I don't want any bad blood between us. I'll order you a drink to make up for it. You stay here and I'll go get it, yes?"

If she's playing nice then I should too, right? "Alright then, why not? I appreciate you apologizing." I give her an understanding smile.

Sofia rises and walks off to the bar.

Anna gives me a surprised look.

"What's with that one? She apologized?"

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting that but I'm not a bitch, I know when to let go of a grudge and I won't say no to a drink."

Anna shrugs and curls her mouth down at Jaden, who also puts his hands up in a "whatever" gesture.

Another song starts, and Jaden and Anna head to the dance floor. Me, I stay where I am.

When I finish my cup, Sofia returns and hands me a pretty orange Mimosa.

"Thanks. Your rounds on me."

Sofia waves her hand. "You're welcome, and no need... I'm not staying long."

The Mimosa is perfect, and the refreshing tart flavor of the orange juice glides smoothly down my throat.

Some guy approaches Sofia whom she seems to know. He leans down and whispers in her ear while looking at me. They flirt a little and then she looks at me, gives me a wink and leaves.

I finish my drink and watch Anna and Jaden dance until I feel pressed. As I get to the toilet, I immediately realize something is very wrong. My chest feels heavy and I feel incredibly dizzy, I look in the mirror with my hands on the sink to steady myself, but my face won't keep still as my eyes lose focus. This is from that bloody Mimosa.

Fucking bitch! Forgive her, my ass. I imagine Sofia laughing with her friends about me. I have to move; the dizziness is getting worse.

In the lobby, I turn my head to the right and notice a tall figure standing in the darkness at the end of the corridor. He steps out into the light of the small ceiling lights. He has a hoodie on and a mask, so I can only see his eyes. I don't recognize them at first then it dawns on me, he is the same man that whispered in Sofia's ear earlier.

He stares sinisterly, bowing his head slightly. I can tell he is snarling beneath his mask because creases beside his eyes form.

My breath stops in my throat and blood pumps through my chest more violently, I am starting to get scared. As I face him, I begin to walk backwards. And with every step that I take backwards, he takes one forward. I turn and run in the other direction.

There is an elevator up ahead and I half run, half stagger over to get on it. I manage to focus enough to push a button, but I have no idea which floor it is. Before the door closes, I see him walking faster towards the elevator.

After it opens, I stagger onto the floor, my surroundings swirling and spinning as I move down past the rooms.

I am burning up like I have been sunburnt, there is heat radiating from everywhere on my body. Strange thing is, I feel extremely aroused, so much so that, as I stagger along, I can feel my folds between my legs absolutely soak over.

I have never felt this overwhelmed with arousal before and it's starting to scare me. Not to mention that man following me at the same time. I need help!

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Austin's POV

It's been hell the last two years but everything here seems as it should be.

Chris, the butler, greets me at the entrance with a smile.

"Welcome, Your Majesty."

"Thank you," I say, climbing the short steps to the door. But I don't make it inside then, because I hear a cry and turn just in time to see two men in jeans and bomber jackets turn. One word comes to mind: rogues. And they are after me.

The one to the left slices its claws across my left bicep and forearm. I rear backwards in pain. Before the one on the right of me can attack, I kick it in the head so hard that it whimpers and falls to the ground, unmoving.

Now with rage building inside me, I turn all my focus and hatred on the remaining wolf. It attempts to slash me in the same place again to try and cause me to lose more blood but I block its arm, grab both its forearms with my bare hands and head butt it with full force, fueled by the beginnings of wolfsbane that is creeping into my bloodstream. Its head falls back from the force, losing consciousness and I let it drop to the floor.

I look down at my arm, growling with rage, so angry that I have been attacked in my own palace.

And I know that wolfsbane will eat away my sanity soon after. Ever since I was hit by wolfsbane during the war a few years ago, it attacks me every now and then. And injuries can also trigger wolfsbane attacks.

Chris looks at me alarmed and then up into the tree lines to see if he can see any other rogues. He yells at the top of his lungs for the other gamma warriors.

They run out, take one look at my arm and the two wolves on the ground, then back at me.

I give them a nod in the wolves' direction and they shoot them both in the head to make sure they are dead. Then I point to the trees and they nod at me, then raise their weapons and stalk up to the surrounding trees to surveil the area.

Chris calls the maid. When she arrives and takes one look at me, she runs off to get medical supplies and then returns to dress my arm.

"Chris, I'll stay somewhere else tonight. Book me the presidential suite in town."

There's no way I can go in there and let Ellie see me turn wolfsbane. I won't be able to control myself. I think of her as I drive and wonder how much she has grown.

I get to the hotel and into my room, not wanting anyone to see me. I look down and notice I am bleeding again; the lash wounds are slow to close. I need to make sure the door is locked but then I begin to quake with tremors and I feel my eyes starting to turn. In the bag I carry for times like this, I get out some silver handcuffs. I feverishly turn off all lights and cuff myself to the bed. I try to keep still, and accept my fate for the night.

To my disbelief, someone opens my hotel room's door and it's a woman. I can see her curves in a tight dress but it's too dark to see who it is.

I smell alcohol but her scent is so good, blood flows to my dick and it starts to stir.

She stops and stares at me and then much to my surprise, climbs on top of me. I am not sure whether to be alarmed or turned on, but then I realize what she wants as she begins to rip at my T-shirt, until her hands meet my bare chest.

'Oh my gosh... you are so hot," she whispers. "I need your help. I need a big man to solve my problem... can you feel my problem?" With that said, she straddles me and pushes her pelvis against my crotch to show me what she means. Her panties are gloriously wet.

She quivers when she touches my skin and feels my arms like she has discovered a long-lost artefact. Then whilst on top, she leans down and kisses me. My tongue explores her mouth and I feel her wetness in her panties. I groan from the explosion of energy I feel, already dealing with the beginnings of wolfsbane and now being touched and kissed and aroused by this strange woman.

"I can solve that problem," I say with gritted teeth, caught between feelings of rage and intense arousal.

"Yes, please, handle it for me." And she rubs up and down against my member.

She moans in anticipation, as my dick hardens like a rock against the front of her panties and I can't control my urges anymore.