The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

Tania’s POV

He went to the refrigerator in the corner of the basement and opened the door. He removed a small vial; opening a drawer, he pulled out a syringe and filled it before putting it back in the refrigerator. I sat leaning back against the post, frozen with fear. “Your arm,” he said. Trembling, I held it out, and he injected me with whatever that was. It was cold, and I waited for the sedative, but nothing changed.

He tossed the syringe into a bin, then went back to the fridge. He pulled out a bottle of orange juice and tossed it to me, then left without a word. As hungry as I was, I practically inhaled the juice. He went back upstairs, and I could hear him in the kitchen. Some time later, the door opened and my mouth started to drool with the scent. He was carrying a paper plate; on it was a large steak, corn and a baked potato. “Eat, you’ll need your strength,” he said. He left it just inside the range I could reach, and I moved for it when he started going up the stairs again.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

I’d never had to suffer, I’d never been denied anything in my life, and I’d never appreciated a meal as much as I did this one. I tore into the steak, ripping pieces away with my teeth and swallowing them. “Slow down or you’ll throw it back up, and you’ll still have to eat it,” he warned from the doorway. I swallowed, then paused to eat some corn before going back to the steak. I still ate faster than I normally would, since there were no friends to talk to and I didn’t know when he would be back.

He came back later, bringing more food, and my life fell into a routine over the next week. He’d give me a shot, followed by a big meal, then another later on. The wolfsbane worked its way out of my system, and I was able to shift again. I was disappointed when the collar remained tight, preventing me from getting free, but at least I was able to sleep and be warm in wolf form. The first time he came down the stairs and I was in my fur, he hit me with a shock. “You are to be in human form at all times when I am in this room,” he said. “Don’t do it again.”

I shifted quickly, twitching as the electric shock dissipated. He gave me the shot, then went back upstairs. I was waiting for the food to come down when I started to feel hot. I moved my hands over my arms, it was like my skin was on fire. I started to sweat, and I felt myself become aroused.

Very aroused.

He opened the door again, looking down at me as I touched myself, trying to ease the need I was feeling.

“You’re in heat, right on time,” he said. He had a small mattress in his hands and tossed it into the circle. He pulled me over with the chain, pointing down at the mattress I quickly laid down on my stomach. I groaned as he put a knee into the middle of my back, and I fought back the urge to fight him. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and put it over one wrist, then pulled my hands up and locked them on the other side of the pole.

I lay there helpless as he went to the refrigerator and drew another shot. This one went into my thigh, and it burned. Wolfsbane. “I can’t have you shifting and hurting yourself now, can I?”

I shook my head no.

“The shot will help a little with your heat, I understand it is your first one. Do you know what happens in a heat?” I nodded, my parents had talked to my sister and I about it. Heat lasted a day or two and was designed to attract a male and bring forth pups. It didn’t happen until after you were marked, but I hadn’t been marked, I was still a virgin. My eyes got wide and I shook my head no.

“You’re not marked, because I will not mark another while my Luna lives. However, the drugs simulate the marking enough to kick off your cycle, and that is all I need.” He moved behind me, pulling me up to my knees and kneeling between my legs, forcing them aside. I kept shaking my head, my eyes begging him not to do it while my body begged him to go ahead.

When the heat finally broke, he uncuffed me and left me with the mattress and a thin blanket. “You won’t be able to shift for a few more days, and I have to make sure my heir is healthy.”

Two weeks later, a test confirmed I was pregnant. He made sure I had plenty of food and allowed me to have books as an enticement to behave.

He never touched me that way again, and in the spring, I bore him a son. He was immediately taken away. I never got a chance to touch him, and I broke down as he carried him up the stairs.

A week later, another man came into the basement, and my life took a drastic turn for the worse.