"I told you to stop trying to escape," he growled, his deep voice making me shiver . I struggled to control my fear, tears rolling down my cheeks as my body shook vigorously. I remained on all fours, too scared to lift my head and make eye contact with him. "I... I... I... I am... so... sorry," I stammered, my body shuddering.
He rose from his chair and casually walked towards me, bending down close to my level. Him being this close to me terrified me the most. I didn't want him this close; he was a sadistic psychopath who did whatever he pleased with me. Sometimes he cared for me, and other times he put me through so much hell I couldn't endure it.
"Raise your head, Clara," he commanded. I didn't want to, but I knew he hated repeating himself. Disobedience would only lead to more punishment. With shaking hands and a shaking head, I slowly lifted my eyes to meet his eyes, trying my best to control my fear as he smiled slightly, looking at me.
He reached for my hair, tugging it behind my ear as he gently wiped away my tears with his thumb. "I do not enjoy hurting you, but now that you have disobeyed me once again, you have to be punished," he said. That word made me break into a full sob as I shook my head panicking, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Please, no more punishment," I begged, my voice breaking. "I can't take any more punishment, so please, no more."
He simply stared at me, his expression as cold as ever. "If you do not want to be punished, then you shouldn't have tried to run away from me," he said, his eyes on me. He gently brought his thumb from wiping my tears down to my lips, parting them slowly. His touch was soft, almost tender, but his eyes remained hard and cold. He leaned down, his breath warm against my skin, and placed a small, deadly kiss on my lips.He broke the kiss and rose to his feet, and it was then I knew I was doomed.
"Get naked," he commanded. I immediately shook my head in refusal while pleading. Just then, Delores, one of his mistresses who despises me and always finds ways to make my life a living hell, walked into the room. Her eyes stayed on me with a sinister smile as she crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. She then shifted her attention back to the Alpha, who sat comfortably in his chair, watching me with a cold, scary gaze. His fingers drummed lightly on the armrest, a sign of his growing impatience..
I was sold into slavery by my stepmother when I was young. I worked as a handmaiden for a princess in a smaller pack until Alpha Lucas met me and discovered we were mates. Instead of rejecting me because I was merely an omega and he was an alpha, he claimed me as his mate. Since then, I have been his mistress, and his obsession with me managed to reach new levels day by day.
She strolled towards him, swaying her hips left and right as she rubbed her hands all over his chest in an attempt to seduce him. However, his eyes remained on me, clearly ignoring her entire existence. She tried to kiss him, but he immediately lifted his hand to stop her, shooting a glare that made her flinch, the confidence she had on just seconds ago immediately turning into fear.
"The next time you try that, I will cut you to pieces and feed you to the rogues," he threatened. The worst part was that it wasn't just a threat; it was something he could certainly do. "Put my cock in your mouth. That is all I want from you," he said coldly. The alpha doesn't kiss his other mistresses, or any other women for that matter except me, the reason for that, I do not know, and I certainly do not want to find out.
"You know I hate repeating myself, Clara." He said.
With that, I immediately sprang to my feet, tears streaming down my face as I wondered what plans he had for me at that very moment. My fear was growing, and my hands were shaking as I struggled to control my emotions. Thinking about what he might do next was terrifying, to say the least.
Delores immediately fell to her knees, the sounds of his belts unlocking echoing through the room as I stood there naked in front of him. His eyes roamed over my body for a moment before he said, "Get into that." He directed his eyes towards the bathtub, filled with water and ice.
I looked at him, shaking my head as tears began to flow. It was winter, and soaking myself in that icy water was essentially a death sentence. "Plea…please. I will stop trying to escape. I will stay with you forever," I begged, my voice choking with tears.
"Get inside," he commanded in his usual low tone. Tears continued to roll down my face. By this time, Delores already had his cock in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. He watched me with no expression, showing no emotion as he observed my suffering.
At this rate, I was certain I was going to die. Slowly and hesitantly, I walked towards the bathtub, his eyes never leaving me. As I dipped my foot into the icy water, the cold shot through my body, and the thought of the frostbite I was going to get from this filled me with fear. His obsession with me was definitely going to be the end of me.
I stepped into the bath, the icy water biting at my skin as I sank into it. The sound of ice cracking under the pressure of my body filled the room. Alpha Lucas's face had a satisfied smile as he declared, "You'll be in there until she makes me cum from this." In that moment, fear took over me. I knew I was doomed; the Alpha's endurance was legendary, and there was no escaping this punishment. This felt like the end of me.
My teeth began to clatter uncontrollably, my body growing numb as the cold seeped into every fiber of my being. The ice-cold water was too much for me, making it nearly impossible to feel my own skin. Every shiver sent pain through my body, and my mind struggled to hold its grip on reality. The ice seemed to turn into glass, slicing through my life with each passing second.
Alpha Lucas kept his eyes on me with no expression as usual. His silence was more scary than any words could have been. Time stretched on, and the minutes dragged as Delores continued her task but still unable to make him cum.
As the icy water numbed my senses, I felt consciousness slipping away. My teeth chattered, and my limbs seemed to lose their strength. The cold was too much, and I could barely differentiate where the water ended and my own pain began. There is no doubt I am not going to survive this.
Why did I try to escape? I had wanted freedom from this cruel man, but now I was trapped, facing a punishment that seemed designed to break me.
I struggled to stay conscious, fighting against the urge to surrender to death. My body could no longer endure the pain, and my eyes began to close. Death is honestly better than a life with Alpha Lucas. As my vision got dark and I sank deeper into the icy water of the bath, ready to die, a strong arm went under my thighs and behind my back, lifting me out of the cold water effortlessly.
In that instant, life came back into me as I gasped, air rushing into my lungs. I heard Alpha Lucas bark at Delores, "Give that to me." I opened my eyes slightly and saw Delores handing him a duvet, which he quickly wrapped around me, trying to provide some warmth while my body trembled. He looked at Delores and said, "Have the maids fetch something to help. You can leave."
He covered me in the duvet and held me close to his chest, warming me as best he could. "You should stop trying to run away from me, Clara," he said in a low voice, then added, "I hate to punish you like this." He was going to be the death of me—there was no doubt about it. Gently carrying me, still wrapped in the duvet, he carried me out of his room and made his way to mine.
A couple of maids walked ahead of him and reached my room before he did, holding the door open as he entered and gently placed me on the bed. My body continued to tremble from the aftermath. He watched me for a moment, his expression unreadable, before saying, "The doctor will check on you tomorrow. The maids will take care of you tonight." I had to fight back tears and the disgust I felt for him. He was always like this—switching between punishment and care. What kind of psychopath was he?
Leaning closer, his silver eyes fixed l on mine, he said coldly, "If you try to escape again, the punishment will be worse," before leaving the room.
The maid soon arrived with various medicines and soups to help with the cold. My thoughts kept circling back to the Alpha, scared of what he might do next. Was this the end of his punishment, or was there more to come?
The next morning, I woke up feeling nauseous. I rushed to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet, feeling very sick. I couldn't endure this any longer. I went to my drawer, searching for a pregnancy test that I had asked a close maid to buy for me due to the strange feeling I had been experiencing. I had hesitated to take the test, afraid of what a positive result might mean. The alpha didn't want me to get pregnant, he always threatened me saying scary things like;
"Don't get pregnant. If you do, I will force you to have the baby and then kill it in front of you as punishment. No baby should ever come between us Clara." Those words always makes me scared . No mother could endure witnessing her child being murdered.
I went to the bathroom, preparing myself to take the test. I waited for the results, praying for a negative one. When I checked it, my heart immediately stopped. Unfortunately, my prayers went unanswered; two lines appeared clearly and boldly. The test slipped from my hands falling to the ground as tears rolled down my face. I was pregnant. The Alpha was definitely going to kill it. Why now? Why did this have to happen at this moment? How would I survive this?
At that moment, I knew I had to act. I needed to plan an escape, one last attempt. If I got caught this time, I would fight with everything I had, even if it meant losing my life. Anything was better than watching my own child be killed. I had to escape, no matter the cost.
I have to be free from Alpha Lucas.