Surrendering To The Alpha King, My Tormentor

FAYE

I fluffed the pillows on my bed again, looking around the room to make sure everything was perfect. I wasn't about to risk my father's ire again. He always found a reason to punish me. Even for the littlest things. I wished I could fluff my sorry life to perfection, just like the pillows.

I looked around at the room. My room for the past six months. Father had demanded I left the main house. He was finally tired of me being there with his perfect little family. All my life, it had always been the three of them; Dad, Erin and my stepmom and then me. The pesky little responsibility that dad had to look after. My stepmom and stepsister despised me, anyway. They always have, and they've never hidden it. I walked down the stairs, leaving the arctic

Even though he was my father, he hated looking at me; hated hearing any mention of me. I could tell on some days when I had the misfortune of running into him. The mere sight of me was a torment to him. He always said I looked too much like mom. My birth mom. And for that, he didn't enjoy looking at my face.

I entered the dining room downstairs, seeing the table already set. There was no place for me at the dark wood gleaming dining, even though it could seat seven more people aside from the three spaces already taken on it. I always have my meals in the kitchen, away from my father's sight.

I had to eat and then get to school. Erin had a mini convertible that she drove to school every day. Riding with her wasn't an option, even though we went to the same high school. I had to take the school bus or trek to school most of the time.

"Faye." My step mom Ava called out, walking out of the kitchen and giving me that look of disgust. "Take your plate from the kitchen island."

She sat at the table with Father and Erin and they started having breakfast without me. I went into the kitchen, looking at the pitiful slices of toast and bacon. I didn't get to have more than just toast. Thinking to myself and taking my food, I settled down on the floor beside the island to chomp on my food. I avoided my fathers's line of sight. Nothing good ever came of him seeing me. Finishing the two pieces of toast and bacon, I exited the kitchen, hoping to leave quickly.

"So, Faye, did you have fun last night?" I heard Erin ask with her whiny voice, as I tried to retrieve my backpack off the floor.

I looked up at her.

"Fun?" I asked, keeping my tone low and without a hint of what would come across as sauciness to my father and stepmom.

"Yes, last night. When you went out with Dad's car." She threw a sly glance my way and then sharply turned to face my father. "Dad, have you seen your car? I went to the garage for something this morning, and you should see the front bender. It's totally smashed."

I let out a gasp. What was she doing, trying to pin something I know she did on me.

"I wasn't out with Dad's Car and you know it!" I said, glancing at my father's face for the first time that morning. His face was red with rage. His veins were popping out and I could see he was already about to chew me alive.

He loved his car and treated it better than he had ever treated me in my eighteen years of life.

I shot out of my seat. Father always punished me for little things like misplacing an item or supposedly speaking out of turn to Ava or Erin. What would he do now that his precious Erin was saying I'd bashed his car?

"I didn't do it, believe me, father." I begged, already close to tears, but I watched as my father rose from his chair at the head of the table and demanded I follow him to the basement.

Tears escaped my eyes as I refused. I knew what awaited me in the basement. He always whipped me there whenever he was punishing me for a crime he felt unforgivable, which was at least once every other week.

I looked at Erin. She had a sly smirk on her face and I've always hated Erin, but I hated her even more at that moment. "She's lying! Just look at her. I heard her on the phone. She's the one who took your car out with Jared."

I continued as desperation riddled my tone. "Please-"

"She totally did it, Daddy! I saw her take the keys last night," Erin said again.

My dad growled In his low booming voice. "I said, get to the basement now and await your punishment, you cursed girl!"

Ava walked up and dragged me by my upper arm, pulling me towards the basement with a hard grip. "You know how much Erin's daddy loves his car, and yet you had no fear and took it out. Who said you could take anything out of this house? You're not even permitted to go anywhere around here."

She marched me towards my doom and I marvelled at how she called my father Erin's dad. My father wasn't even Erin's biological father.

I started sobbing earnestly. I really had taken nothing out. It was so obvious who between me and Erin would have bashed the car, but no one was listening to me.

No one ever listened to me.

Ava pushed me through the doorway just as my father entered with a whip in his hand. His eyes glowed a feral red as he raised the whip, and it landed across my back with a hard thwack sound. I yelped in pain, backing away from my father as he approached me with even strides, raising the whip again and catching me on my left shoulder this time. I dropped to the floor, crying hysterically as more blows landed.

I raised my hands to shield my face from as many of the blows as I could. Knowing my father, he wouldn't care if he caught my eyes with the whip and blinded me. He'd probably be happy about it. It seemed all I brought him was shame and hate since I'd been born latent.

"From this day, work and pay back for the repairs of my car you've ruined. I'll make sure of it!" Father yelled as he continued lashing at me with his whip, not caring where any of his blows landed.

I cowered in intense pain, still quaking with the aftereffects of the whipping even after my father had left the basement. I looked from the corner of my eyes to see Erin at the slightly dim doorway. She bared her teeth in a shit-eating grin. She always enjoyed it whenever I received punishments for what she had done. I closed my eyes and let my tears fall even harder.

••

A few minutes later, I pulled myself to a stand and walked out of the basement slowly. No good would come out of me wailing there throughout the day. I had to get to school. I hurried back to the arctic and cleaned up the wounds with a first aid box I had stashed away somewhere.

I was always fixing myself after getting beatings from my father, so I always had the first aid kit handy. My wolf was latent and I wouldn't heal fast. I dabbed the long strips of red blotchy whip marks with a cotton wool dipped in disinfectant. It stung a little and fresh tears sprang to my ears, but I suppressed them.

This wasn't the first time I had to fix myself after a beating from Father. I slipped out of the T-shirt I already had on and put on a long sweatshirt, hoping to cover the whip marks. I went downstairs, heading to the kitchen to pick my backpack off the floor. I was stark silent; I didn't want anyone feeling offended by the sounds my shoes would make against the hardwood floors. As I neared the dining room table, I found my bag lying against the kitchen doorway. I bent to pick it up, and that's when I heard my father's voice. I thought I heard my name, too.

He was saying something about the Black Saints pack. It was a powerful pack around I'd heard of. I had to cross the doorway to get to the double doors that led outside. I did so silently. If they caught me, they'd say I was eavesdropping and Father might actually whip me to death then. I don't think my body could handle another beating this same morning.

I started my trek to school, hurrying cause I'd already missed the bus, and I knew I'd miss first period too if I didn't hurry.

I rushed to cross the intersection before the pedestrian light turned green and signalled walkers to cross. I hadn't seen any cars on the road and I was already in a hurry.

Just as I crossed the street, a huge screech sounded as a black Ferrari sharply turned the corner and headed straight for me. I froze in the middle of the road, so sure that this was when I died.

Of course, the speeding car hit me, sending me tumbling against the asphalt. My arms broke my fall and I was lying on my chest in a pool of blood so soon. Eyes open and limbs hanging limply at my side, I knew I was seeing things.

But there was a black rose lying beside me, soaked in the pool of red. It wasn't there two seconds ago. I could swear it, but my weak eyes couldn't look away.

Then everything blacked out.

Pain weighed my eyes down. I felt someone turn me on my back and the pain zapped across my whole body as a pair of strong arms lifted me. I was a wolf. An Alpha's daughter, but still I didn't have a wolf's fast healing abilities. I was latent. My wolf was basically non-existent.

When my eyes fell open, I was being put in the backseat of a car. I could smell something very masculine and hot.

As I was still being arranged in the backseat, I pinched an eye open again, but for the briefest moment, I saw a sardonic smile on the stranger's face. It was gone the next minute, but I wondered if I was seeing things. Maybe the pain had made me delusional. He was also very beautiful, but I couldn't watch anymore of him as a dreamless sleep took me.

•••

I woke up in a very unfamiliar environment a while later. My body felt battered but much better. I wondered if it was from the whipping, then I gasped. Slowly, it hit me. A car had run me over. The last thing I remembered was being put in the backseat of a stranger's car. A beautiful stranger whose smell was intoxicating.

The room I woke up in was richly decorated and very masculine. Deep chocolate tones and burgundy coverings made it up. I glanced around, taking in the opulent surrounding. How had I ended up in such heaven? Was I dead already?

I felt the softness of the beddings underneath me. I'd never lain on anything this soft before, or this large. The bed itself was huge, and it seemed to spread out to large corners of the room. The soft blankets and sheets on the bed could swallow me.

My head rested on soft pillows the entire time. I tried to get up but immediately, I laid back down in fear as the doors of the bedroom pushed open. A man came in. The same man. He walked in, stopping a few feet away. His smell caught me again.

His gaze locked with mine and his eyes narrowed like a predator's as he walked the length of the bed. Reaching its edge, he rested his tall, broad length against the bedposts.

Then he continued staring at me, folding his thick arms across an impressive chest. The light from the little lamp on the small bedside table caught the man's face and my breath caught in my throat. He was the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on.

This stranger sat on the bed and reached out to touch me. His hand felt cool against my skin as he skimmed his fingers over my bandaged forehead and cheek.

"How do you feel now? Better?" He asked, imploring with his eyes.

I nodded against my better judgement. I still felt a dull throb of pain around my body, but nothing serious. If I said I was still in pain, he would stop touching me. I didn't want that.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" He asked again, holding up three of his fingers.

"Three." I croaked.

Quickly, he offered me water from the bedside table, and I drank. Feeling even better after downing the glass. I decided to ask what had been in the back of my mind since I woke up.

"Where am I?"

"My house, Beautiful. I was the unthinking fool that ran you over. I hit you with the hood of my car and your fall caused the bleeding from your head. I had to bring you here. One of my personal doctors came by earlier. You are in safe hands..." He finished.

"What did your doctor say?" I asked. "Will I be fine?"

"Yes. He said you will be after taking some medication and resting your body. It seems you've been through some things worse than the accident," he said, trailing one of the whip marks on my upper arm.

I realised only then I was dressed in what looked like a makeshift hospital gown. It was just a man's chequered shirt with the arms cut so they were really tiny sleeves.

I drew my arms to my chest on instinct, shielding myself and hiding the marks.

So, yeah...I was worried, frightened and crazily aroused. Probably not the trifecta of emotions I should have felt, but this man was already evoking all three from me in just seconds.

He stood up. "I've made us both dinner. Are you up for eating in the dining room or should I bring you dinner in bed?"

Intrigued, I opted to have dinner with him so I could see more of the place and maybe get a bearing on where I was and who he was. I nodded and tried getting up on my own. Immediately, I felt dizzy. My hand flew to my bandaged head as I winced, staggering. The man rushed to my side, slipping a hand around my waist and holding my hand gently while leading me.

His touch on me was soft, and it raised goosebumps on my skin. He was so close to me, so close. I was on the verge of dying, yet his hard body pressed up against mine was all my mushed brain could think about.

He led me out of the plush bedroom and to the wide open dining area downstairs. The squares of most rooms making up the ground floor were all open. One room blended into the other. There were no doors downstairs. At least from what I could catch sight of already.

We stepped into the dining room and he led me to a chair, pulling one out and helping me sit. I watched as he turned around and went to dish out dinner. As he returned, I took a good look at his face with the lighting from the oil chandelier above me.

Up close, this guy was absolutely mouthwatering, even more than he was in the dimly lit bedroom. From his translucent brown eyes, alight with interest, to his chiselled jaw and that sensuous, always smirking mouth. His black hair was cropped close to his head, but I could see bronze-and-gold glints in the short strands, and I guessed he spent a lot of time outdoors, perhaps running in the woods.

When I ate the first bite, an intense pleasure sparked through me as I chewed quietly. It was the first time in a long time that I sat at a dining table to have a meal and have such good food. I felt like I was in heaven. He finished before me, wiping his mouth with a napkin and turning to look at me. I met his eyes once, but I averted my gaze from the intensity I had discovered in his. I wondered what it was I had just seen. Interest, perhaps. The kind that would make him want to ravage me in his bed.

Mentally, I smacked my face at the thought, feeling heat creep up my neck.

How could someone this good-looking ever show interest in my sorry self? The girl who was abandoned by her own father. I was truly delusional.

"What is your name?" He asked suddenly.

I gulped. "Faye."

"Faye." With that deep, sensual timbre, he rolled my name off his lips as if tasting it in his mouth. I loved the way he said my name.

"A beautiful name for a gorgeous girl," he said, slipping on a vague smile as I blushed furiously.

I stopped eating. If he said anything more, I might actually choke on my food. My heartbeat was already erratic against my ribcage.

He crossed his arms over his chest, and I found myself transfixed by the way the material of his shirt strained over his thick biceps. I swallowed hard, but I didn't have to wonder why I was drooling over this man so badly. His looks alone inspired all these wickedly dirty thoughts.

Fuck...I mumbled.

"Did you enjoy it?"

I raised my eyebrows in question.

"The food."

I cleared my throat. "Oh, yes, I did. It was wonderful. Thank you."

Beyond wonderful even. I had human contact as I ate on a dining table. He didn't know how ecstatic that made me.

"I'm sorry for hitting you with my car, Faye. Harming you wasn't my intention." He reached out and ran a hand down my left arm. I was shocked by how much I liked his skin touching mine. I was even more shocked as I realised I wasn't the slightest bit afraid of this man. A man I didn't know.

"I'm Nathan," he said, reading my mind. "Pleased to meet you, Faye. I'm at your service."

I blushed again, glancing away, but he wouldn't let me. He pulled my face back with the finger underneath my chin. This time, I was sure I saw interest in his eyes.

"You have very flawless skin. I couldn't help noticing that when I changed you out of your bloodstained clothes."

So he'd removed my clothes and had seen my body. Well, that made sense. I couldn't see anyone else here with us. I was still figuring that out when I heard his voice again.

"Come, I'll show you around if you're up for it, Faye."

I got up, enjoying his attention way too much to say no to the offer. I realised earlier on that I was in a glasshouse. The rooms were all large open spaces that translated into designs with large openings, full-height windows and sliding glass doors which brought the outdoors in.

The structures are framed entirely by glass walls, completely exposed to the surroundings. His place had an unparalleled view where it sat. I couldn't quite see everything because it was already dark outside. The ground floor had a bar, home cinema and a summer living room, the dining room connected to the large kitchen, all framed by clear glass walls that connected to the poolside terrace.

Just looking round the house made me feel awed. People actually lived like this, I marvelled.

Just then, he came to a stop behind me where I stood looking outside the window at the dense bushes. I could feel the heat from his body and I knew if I leaned back just a little, I'd be resting on his broad chest. It took a lot to stop myself.

"Faye," he said my name softly, causing a shiver to run through me.

He gripped both arms and brought me to his chest. The top of my head barely brushed against his chin. I'd realised he was a lot taller than I'd first thought. I was powerless to resist anything he had in mind. Gosh, I was too far gone in this heaven.

"Faye, I want to grant you a wish. Anything. I'd feel better if I could do something for you."

I turned in his hold, completely wide-eyed as I asked. "Anything?"

He nodded once.

I felt the tears coming, but I fought them, not wanting to cry in front of Nathan. Yet I couldn't help it. The thought of home made me miserable.

"I don't want to go back." I heard myself say. "That's where I got these marks from. Home. They don't want me there. Help me."

I looked at him through the sheen of tears, welling in my eyes. He observed me with close attention and something so close to care. I had never felt anyone care for me ever and so I thought I was mistaken.

He pulled me to him, fully embracing me as he placed his lips to my ears, "Anything you wish for, Faye. I'll do anything, and I promise you, home will never find you."

I whimpered in his hold, ecstatic even though I worried it was all too good to be true.

He wiped my eyes gently with a napkin. Then he pulled me with him, leading me down a hallway to a part of the ground floor I hadn't yet seen. We stopped before large double doors when Nathan told me to wait. He'd just be a minute.

He opened the doors and went in, headed for a far desk. I still looked around from where I stood at the doorway, understanding that his study was off limits. Speaking of his study, it was huge. Books were lined neatly on the wall-to-wall bookshelves that ran the walls of the study. Finally, I noticed a huge portrait hanging right behind his desk.

An eerie feeling slinked up my spine at the sight of it. It was a portrait of a black rose. The same one I had seen right after his car had run me over.

Nathan stepped out of the study and the look I gave him was obvious. Fear

"What, beautiful?"

"There's a portrait of a black rose in your study." I glanced at it, then at him. "What does it mean?"

"It's just a painting, Faye. Might as well fill the space with something, right?" he said, raising a brow at me.

I fell silent, not wanting to talk about it any further. He had said it was a portrait, purely for aesthetics, and I would believe him.

We went up the stairs and he led me to another room, a different one from what I'd been lying in earlier.

"Here. I prepared another room for you. I had you in the other one because you were unconscious and I wanted to monitor you. But this room is decorated with lighter colours. Softer tones for you, I guess."

So that had been his room. I wondered how to tell him I wanted to sleep in his room with him. I liked the darker shades. And I wanted to lie on the bed with his fragrance on it.

"I'll be back at intervals to check on you. But you should get some rest. Good night, Faye," he said as he leaned down and dropped a chaste kiss on the sides of my lips.

My breath whooshed out of me as I felt his lips brush against mine. It was a brief kiss, but I had felt it down to my toes.

Nathan turned and pulled the opposite door open, slipping into his darkroom and shutting me out.

I exhaled deeply, sad that I wouldn't be sleeping on his huge bed with him. I walked into my room, which, true to his words, was beautiful with friendlier colours. It had an open view of the night outside, as there was a fixed glass wall to the left. The bed was at the other end. It wasn't as big as Nathan's, but it was huge-and soft, I thought after I had plopped down on it.

I found a soft satin nightdress laid out on the bed with a pair of frilly panties. I felt hot at the idea that Nathan had picked these intimate pieces of clothing out for me.

But he hadn't left me even once, I thought. That meant someone else had been around, running the errands. I picked the panties and night dress up. It was really short, and I decided there was no reason I couldn't sleep with Nathan in his bed.

After all, he was keen on granting my wishes.

I had a bath in the adjoining bathroom and dressed in the pieces of clothing provided. I left my room and crossed over the huge hallway to his door. Not knocking, I tried the handle, finding it open. I slipped in and shut the door softly behind me. I couldn't tell where my bravery stemmed from, but I was acting on impulse and I never wanted it to end.

I stood there for a bit, observing Nathan in the huge bed. He was lying on his back with an arm thrown over his face. The lights were out, but moonlight filtered in from the open glass wall. I slithered to the edge of the bed. Now that I had gotten to the object of my desires, I didn't know how to proceed. I stood frozen like a deer caught in headlights. He looked approachable, almost warm in the comforts of the huge bed. There was a blanket over him.

I jumped out of my skin at the sound of his voice. "Aren't you going to join me?"

So he'd been awake the entire time I stood here. Nathan dropped his arm from his face and regarded me with lazy eyes. My breath hitched in my throat and my feet only found motion when his hand reached out and guided me over.

I crawled into the bed, going a little way up till I was beside him. He flipped the blanket over us and brought his arms around me, cradling me against his chest. I felt my second shock of the night. He was naked, only clad in boxer briefs-and fully aroused. I could feel his hard length on my backside as we spooned. I wriggled, trying to get closer to him or away from him. I didn't know which, but I was afraid and excited about what I felt against my backside.

He groaned softly. "Sleep, Faye. Or I might very well do something I've wanted to do ever since I undressed you."

I wondered if that was meant to reassure or further frighten me. I decided I wanted him to do it. That was why I had come here, anyway. To trap him, so I wouldn't have to ever go back.

"But what if I want you to touch me, Nathan?" I whispered.

"You're hurt Faye. You need to rest." He turned me to face him, staring down at me with his brown eyes.

Nathan shocked me again by dropping his head to mine and kissing me. My heart soared.

He leaned over me, cupped my face in his palm as his mouth leisurely explored mine. His lips were warm and firm and it felt so good. He tormented me with soft, lingering kisses, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

I made a noise, something between a moan and a whimper as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid against mine, ratcheting my desire. The hot, moist kiss triggered a rush of dampness between my thighs. I wanted to throw a leg across his hips and grind against him. I slid my arms around his shoulders and arched against him. I wanted out of my nightdress so I could feel his naked skin against mine.

He grunted softly, and before I knew what he intended, he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him until I lay sprawled across his chest.

Nathan breathed. "Sleep, Faye."

I waited for my heart to calm its erratic beating as my breath came in soft pants. It was only a matter of time until he gave in and I would get what I wanted. I was never going back to that hellhole.

•••

I woke up past noon the following day. I really had needed the rest like Nathan had told me. Walking around the house, I couldn't find Nathan anywhere. Instead, I found a note telling me he'd gone out to handle a few things. I guessed he worked like most people did. I wondered how old Nathan was. He'd looked to be in his late twenties.

I took my bath, putting on one of Nathan's oversized tee shirts, which draped past my knees. I went downstairs and had breakfast. There were enough made meals in the fridge to last a whole week. All I had to do was pop a dish in the microwave. I couldn't believe my luck, where I was and how good I'd gotten it. If he really meant it, I could live here forever. I wouldn't ever leave. I didn't want to leave.

Just then, the doorbell rang, startling me out of my daydream. Nathan wouldn't ring the bell to his own house, I thought. Who could it be?

I hurried out to the huge front door, wondering how I'd explain my presence to whoever was on the opposite side of the door. What if they thought I was breaking and entering? I had no contact information for Nathan, either.

I pulled open the door, scared of what I would find. The shock on my face was inevitable. I was staring at a lean, chic-looking female. It seemed like she had stepped out of one of those magazine catalogues I always saw at the mall. She was fit for a front page cover, though. Certainly better than I ever would be. This woman was gorgeous. She was everything I wasn't.

She also looked naturally beautiful, but I knew she was wearing makeup. I didn't know his type, but she appeared like the type of girl a guy like Nathan would date.

I stared at her, suddenly worried that the queen of the manor was back and now I'd be thrown out back into the streets. I backed up into the house on instinct as she entered, scanning the living room and asking for Nathan.

She was looking down at me with condescending eyes. I obviously wasn't at her level. Maybe like a stick of dirt on her favourite LV shoes.

"He's not here." I responded.

She sank into the nearest armchair and cried. I stared in horror at her, completely baffled. What was happening? Did I miss something?

"If he's not here, then you need to save yourself," she said suddenly, looking me dead in the eye. "Run. Run before he ruins you, too."

Ruin me? What was she talking about? Nathan had saved me, not the other way around.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, finally finding my voice. "If he's dangerous, then why are you here?"

The crazy girl had just been asking for him a minute ago. Would you find the devil in his own home if he was as bad as you claimed he was?

Instantly, the girl's face switched from the sadness I had seen to rage. I wondered if I should run from her. Who knows? Maybe I had let a psycho into the house.

"I'm here because he's addictive. You can't get rid of him as easily as he would get rid of you."

"You know what I think?" I crossed my arms. "I let a psycho, who's clearly got daddy issues, into this house."

"Nathan is not who you think he is!" She stood up and walked towards me. "And you won't realise that until it's too late, and you're sucked into his hell."

"I don't believe you."

She smiled faintly, heading for the door and only stopping for a moment before turning the handle.

"He's using you, Faye Eastwood. Open your eyes."