Yearning For The Cold And Brutal Alpha

Jace growled loudly and every one immediately kept quiet. "I am your Alpha! And she is now my mate," he pointed to the girl huddling in fear. "Your Luna. Take her in."

"Lemme go." She pleaded. "Please, Alpha Jace, please." Her cries continued until she was roughly bounded inside.

"Anybody has something else to say?" Jace fiery eyes swung around the gathering.

They all bowed. "No, Alpha."

"Good. You may continue."

When he entered the room later on, Margaret was still crying.

"Stop your weak sniffling," he said coldly.

Margaret nodded fearfully. Not once in her life had she imagined that she would be mated to the cold, blood thirsty Alpha. When she was in school,she and her friends had imagined who his mate would be and had felt immense pity for her, not knowing she would be the one.

What had she done wrong to offend the goddess to get this kind of fate? She asked bitterly inside of her.

"Come here." Jace ordered.

She nodded quickly and stood, her head bowed demurely.

"Look at me."

She promptly raised her eyes to meet his, trying her best not to look away. He was beautiful. With sharp jaws and icy gray eyes, he looked like a model Vogue would die to get.

He walked towards her and ripped her shirt and bra apart in two. She gasped as her breasts sprang free.

Jace stared at them for a few moments while she tried to avert her face shyly. They were ample breasts, large and swinging low.

"Take off the rest of your clothes."

She complied, all the while still looking away from him. When she got out of the clothes, she tried to cover her vagina.

"Do you want me to cut off those hands?"

"N-no, Alpha." She said hastily,removing her hands.

"Go and take your bath, and I expect to find you waiting for me on the bed before I get back. Naked."

"Y-Yes, Alpha."

****

"Didn't I tell you to be naked when I get back in?"

"I w-was c-cold, Alpha."

"You dare to go against your Alpha's order?"

"N-no, Alpha. I'm sorry. I was cold."

"Get up. And take of those damned clothes. NOW!" He roared.

"Y-yes, Alpha."

When she was done, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door.

She struggled in his grip. "Please, Alpha. Please. I promise to not go against your order again. Please, Jace."

He stopped abruptly. "What did you just call me?"

"Sorry, A-alpha." She quickly apologized. Margaret could see he was very angry, his eyes were turning red, like his wolf wanted to come out.

He grabbed her jaw in a strong grip, and his scent pervaded her nose. "I am your Alpha. Your Lord. And you will address me as such. Do you understand me?"

She nodded quickly. "Y-yes. I promise not to forget."

He continued pulling her. They got to a door and he opened it.

Margaret could see heavy chains on the floor. Before she could blink, he'd secure the cuffs of the chain on her wrists and tied the chains around the hanging poles jolting from the ceiling.

"Please, Alpha Jace, I promise to obey you from now on," she wept.

But he did not answer. He slammed the door on her cries.

When Margaret jerked awake, she realized she was in bed. She shut her eyes and the memory came rushing back.

She remembered fainting when Jace had come to get her in the evening.

She tried to sit up but felt a little dizzy, and her wrists hurt from being bounded with chains all day.

"Don't move too much." came a voice from the corner of the room.

Margaret jolted. "How did you get there? I didn't see you."

"I have powers."

Margaret nodded. She wasn't surprised. He was one of the most gifted Alphas. "Can I- may I have some water?"

Jace brought the water on the bed side stool to her and held up her head as she drank.

"Thank you, Alpha." She said when she was done.

"You should learn obedience so you don't get punished everytime. I expect my mate to submit to me and not to question my orders."

"Yes, Alpha."

He grunted. "Good." He ran his eyes intensly on her. "How do you feel now?"

"Fine, Alpha."

"Are you hungry?"

"Not yet, Alpha. I think I will rest more. Thank you."

"You can check out the other part of the house when you're well rested. Dinner will be in an hour or two."

"Okay. Thank you."

He nodded and left the room.

****

Margaret made her way down the stairs and decided to go to the kitchen since she had nothing to do yet in the house.

When she entered, the chattering maids immediately stopped their talking and bowed.

"Good evening, Luna. " They greeted.

She nodded and replied almost shyly. "You can continue with your work."

"Thank you, Luna."

"Let me slice the carrots and you do the other stuffs. There is still a lot to do." She suggested.

"No, Luna."

"I insist. I need to do something around here."

"O-okay, Luna." stammered the maid as she relinquished the knife.

Slowly, they began to get used to her presence and soon, they were talking together, laughing.

Suddenly, there was abrupt silence and Margaret turned in wonder as she saw the maids bowed. She gasped.

Jace was standing at the door, his jaw ticking angrily. He looked furious.

"I want you upstairs now." He turned around and she rushed after him.

In the room, he slammed the door shut, and turned to face her.

"What was the meaning of that, uh?"

"Alpha, I-"

He cut her off. "Associating yourself with common maids? Working like an ordinary kitchen hand?"

"I'm sorry, Alpha. I was bored and needed something to do."

"And acting like a lowly servant is what caught your attention?"

She bowed her head. "S-sorry, Alpha."

"Look up at me."

She met his cold, gray eyes.

"You are my mate, the Luna of this pack, and I will not have you parade yourself like a lowly wolf, disgracing me in the process. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, Alpha."

"Good."

"A-alpha?"

"Speak."

Margaret paused to ruminate on what she was about to say. Surely, he would agree? It seemed that she disobeyed him with all of her actions so this was the best, right? "You can reject me if you want. I-I seem to only get you angry every chance I get so a - a rejection can take place."

Jace froze, a deadly sign. "What?"

Margaret swallowed and shifted back. "A-a rejection." She stammered again.

He moved closer and loomed over her. "You are mine to keep, Little Mate. And nothing or anybody is taking you away from me."

"Y-yes, Alpha."

His breath came out harshly. His eyes bored into hers, hypnotizing her.

She felt like reaching out and cupping his face, to trace the line of his sharp jaw with her finger, but she was afraid to. How would he feel about it, she wondered. Probably angry.

Jace continued staring at the little thing in front of him. She smelled delicious. Inside of him, his wolf bounced around, wanting to taste his mate.

"I think I'll have to teach you a lesson to make you never forget that you belong to me." With that, he slammed his lips on hers brutally, making her whimper.

Soon, she was parting her lips to him, savoring his taste.

Jace pushed away from her and he unbuttoned his jeans. "On the bed. Now."

She laid on the bed, looking up at his face. "A-alpha, I-I-"

"Have you done this before?"

"No." She replied shyly.

His eyes seemed to soften. "I'll try my best to be gentle but I can't promise you anything." He wanted her too much to think he could exercise total control on his desires.

He brought out his hard, throbbing penis and Margaret eyes widened and she hastily looked away.

Jace chuckled at her reaction and watched her squeeze her eyes shut.

"P-please, be careful."

He placed the tip at the entrance and plunged in with one powerful thrust.

She screamed out in agony and struggled wildly.

Jace held her and covered her mouth. When her struggles subsided, he wiped her tears and stroke her hair, "Sshh, it's over."

She nodded through her tears.

He leaned forward and kissed her, gentle and long, and began pushing in and out slowly, even though he felt like thrusting powerfully.

With time, Margaret began to wiggle to his rhythm, moaning and sighing.

"A-alpha,"

"Call me by my name," he said through his grunts. "Say it," he ordered.

"J-jace," she gasped, breathless.

His strokes filled her with more desire and longing and she wondered why she had abstain for this long if it was this pleasurable.

"You are mine, little mate. Mine. No one else will have-" grunt "- access to you but me. Your pussy is mine to fill my cock with, to fill my seed with. Mine, little mate."

"Y-yes, Jace," she gasped. She seriously didn't care what he was saying. All she wanted was more of what he was giving. His cock fitted into her neatly and perfectly, as if they were custom made for each other.

She quivered as he picked up pace. He could no longer control himself, but she did not care, either. She raised her hips to meet his penis halfway.

He kissed her breasts, sucking and swirling his tongue around her nipples.

She moaned and groaned, writhing underneath him.

She came and he brought his face to her pussy to wipe her clean. He began to dip his tongue inside of her.

"A-alpha Jace," she moaned.

His cock soon penetrated her again, "Not done yet, little mate."

***

He was beautiful, Margaret thought as she watched him sleep, soft breaths escaping him like a baby.

His hair was tousled roughly, and his long, curly lashes resting against his skin gave him the look of a small boy at rest.

Gently, because she couldn't help herself, she brought up her index finger and began to trace his jawline. It was sharp and defined, like it was made to cut through glass. His lips pink and full.

Sex with him had been wonderful, even though she could still feel the pain between her legs and thighs.

She smiled when she remembered how he had held her and wipe her tears. Maybe he did have a soft spot afterall. Maybe he wasn't so bad as he was made out to be.

She really had to start thinking of him in a lesser fear-inducing light. He was her mate afterall- the father to her future pups.

She sighed, promising herself to do her best since this was her life now and she had better start getting used to it.

Suddenly, beside her, he jerked and began muttering words incoherently. It was like he was battling something in his dreams, his face awashed with pain.

She watched in horror and fear as the veins in his neck bulged and he bunched his fists tightly, all the while still asleep.

She ducked when he swung a fist in her direction. The fist hit the alarm clock on the night stool, sending it chattering loudly to the floor.

He opened his eyes and sat up. He saw her bending on the floor.

"A-alpha, are you okay? It seemed you were in a struggle with something." She got back on the bed and impulsively grabbed his fist, examining it. "Does it-"

He jerked away from her roughly. "Leave it be."

"But you're-"

"I SAID LEAVE IT BE!" He roared.

Margaret nodded. "Y-yes, Alpha."

He got up from the bed, picked up his discarded shirt and left the room.

She pouted at the pillow. "I was just trying to help. Or is he an ingrate as well as a cold, unfeeling person? Sucks for him."