Alpha Loren

I still lay in the bed hours later drawing imaginary circles and patterns on the sheets with the tip of my finger. It had been the worse day of my life from start to finish. I hadn't slept, eaten and besides one glass of water, I'd had nothing to drink either. But I wasn't thinking about that anymore. I was numb to it.

Andrea had returned two hours after he left but didn't come upstairs which I was eternally grateful for. The thought of seeing him made me feel sick to the stomach and intensified the dull ache in my head.

"Blanca!" his voice called from the stairs as I heard his footsteps come up. "Get up, it's time to cook."

I internally groaned but didn't move an inch.

He then reached the room which had grown dark and flicked on the light. He was in my visual field but I refused to look at him. 

"You look like shit," he said. "Have a shower and find some clothes to change into. Or I'll do it for you."

I didn't respond or even move until he had left the room at which point I slowly sat up and ran my fingers through my knotty hair. 

The bathroom was bright and the dazzling light burnt my eyes but I forced myself into the shower where the hot water and steam brought at least some comfort. Being clean of Andrea's touch was a relief too. I then wrapped myself in the largest towel possible and searched through the drawers looking for something to wear. 

I eventually found a drawer with woman's clothes in. They all seemed unworn and clean but also slightly obscene. I found the least revealing skirt there was and the loosest shirt but all the underwear was clearly designed to be seen. 

I sighed at all the red lace and thongs and grabbed the first panties and first bra I saw, not caring if they matched.

After buttoning the shirt all the way up and pulling the skirt as far down as possible so that my panties weren't on show, I headed downstairs.

When I got downstairs, Andrea had laid out some spaghetti, tomatoes, herbs and other various ingredients you need to make spaghetti bolognese. He was fortunately nowhere to be seen so I got to work cutting onions and garlic.

"Finally doing as you are told, I see," his voice said as he came into the kitchen. "That didn't take long. Why did your Alpha have so much trouble with you?"

Because he cares about me and would never hurt me.

"I don't know," I replied quietly.

I then felt him draw up behind me and put his hands under my armpits and towards my chest. I froze and stared down at the knife in my hand as he reached for the buttons on my shirt.

"That's better," he said after he had undone the top four buttons and pulled my skirt up a little. "I don't want you hiding your beautiful body...especially from my business partners."

He then smacked my ass and disappeared out the kitchen leaving me still with the knife in my hand. That was the perfect opportunity to kill the bugger but I was...scared.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang and Andrea immediately left his office to open it.

"Andrea! Hola!" an unfamiliar voice greeted.

"Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen.

"And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English.

"Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren."

I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running

said with a shrug. "I managed to put her in her place nice and

nodded and laughed between

now and then, Andrea would look

with a man other than your Alpha, Blanca?" One of them asked as I tested the pasta to see if it was

"No," I replied.

you saved your virginity for him then?"

replied.

sweet," Andrea

be better in bed, Alpha Loren or Andrea?" the one I believed to

another

I replied after a long pause. Obviously, it was a lie and everybody at the table

Andrea said, "Now get us more beers."

a night?" one asked as I walked to the

Giovanni," Andrea replied. "She's mine."

about a

suggested as I got four beers out the fridge

stood next to him as I handed out the beers meaning his

help but he did nothing but laugh. I felt a sudden wave of anger, why the hell was I letting them

hand and twisting it back behind his back before pushing his head into the table. He let out a whimper to

asked. "Look at the

get out of my grip but I held him tight, fueled

let him go," Andrea ordered after I had been holding his arm awkwardly bent for ten or

led him to promptly get out of his seat and effortlessly prize me

There were a few moments of absolute silence before he lurched forward and repulsively kissed me on the lips as he held my face in his dirty great hands and Andrea held me still. His breath reeked of beer and his skin smelt

before

the blood off my nose with a tissue.  "I don't like that man and he is worthless to me but if I tell you to do something, you do

I nodded.

go of him when I told you to?" he asked bringing his face close to mine and shaking me by my shoulders. "I don't want them thinking I can't control a fucking woman."

I said. "Just please don't let him

how much he offers me, babe. I've made fifty thousand off you already tonight. So, you're going to come back downstairs, serve our dinner, not speak

again and he dragged me back

a leash, Andrea?" Giovanni asked as

that to me," he replied sitting back down as I got the pasta out the pan. "See women are

tongue at his 19th-century comparison and said everything I wanted to say to him in

said with a forced smile

them their meals. Andrea insisted that I sat next to him and ate something too. Truthfully, I was now starving but the eyes of

on my bare leg as he looked me in the eye. "Your food is good. Why aren't you eating?"

replied, wary of where his hand was and how

he said imperatively. 

looked down and picked up my fork and he took his hand