The Alpha's Desired Property{BL}

Rowan

True to his words, he didn't come around me and I happily accepted that, choosing to do what I do best and imagine the ways I could kill him.

Slowly or make it fast and hang him by the balls, either way he dies.

He thought he owned me? I scoffed internally, as soon as I found a way to pay off this ridiculous debt, I would leave and never return. That is if I don't kill him first.

I perked up when I heard the door open from the end of the hallway but I ignored it since it had nothing to do with me. I was warned against locking the door so I laid there on the bed as the clock ticked. 

It wasn't until my door was pushed open that I tended slightly, I peered up slowly just to see Soren walking majestically in his suit, his face was twisted into a frown which meant he was in a bad mood.

When was he not?

He stopped just a foot away from my bed and scowled at my lying form. I held my breath, maybe if he got enough he would leave. 

I heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled and my body turned to ice. If I wasn't chained, I would attack him right there and then.

"I know you are awake," he said simply.

I refused to answer, to give in.

I could feel his smirk all the way from where I was laying, he scoffed and I heard the sound of his pants hit the floor.

"I didn't realize you were into somaphilia, I can get with that if you like it that much."

Silence.

If I keep quiet then maybe he would take the hint and go away, I heard him scoff again, mumbling something about stubborn Alphas and the best way to deal with them. We can do this the easy way or the hard way,"

A growl left my lips as soon as I heard those words because I knew he would go through with it.

"There you are, I knew you were awake. Open your mouth," he ordered,

I hesitated, pulling away slightly as his command hung in the air between us. His smirk widened, clearly enjoying the tension he was seeing on my body.

"I'm not a whore to be used," I spat, the words biting into the silence.

His expression hardened for a split second, then softened into a mocking smile. He stepped closer, the glint of his eyes narrowing as he reached for the chain bound tightly around my wrists. With a sharp tug, he pulled me forward, sending me stumbling to my knees. The roughness of the floor bit into my skin as I caught myself, the cold metal of the chains rattling ominously.

"Not a whore?" he repeated, voice low and dark. "Then what are you, little Alpha? A servant? A slave? A debtor with no means to repay?" He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "Like I have said so many times, as long as you owe me, you'll do what I say. Or did you forget?"

I clenched my jaw, staring up at him defiantly. The look on his face was one of cruel amusement, as if he found joy in every flicker of resistance he saw in me. My body tensed as I felt his grip tighten, yanking the chain so hard I nearly toppled forward again.

"Do it," he ordered, "Return the favor I did for you by letting you live."

I swallowed, the knot in my throat burning as I tried to look away.

 My pride, what little was left, fought against this. Every inch of my being screamed at me to refuse, to stand and push him away, to not let myself be used again just like I was earlier.

But the cold, heavy weight of the chain around my wrists reminded me of my reality. I was bound, not just by iron, but by debt, by obligation, and by the twisted power dynamic that he reveled in. An omega with power over an Alpha.

When I didn't move, Soren's patience snapped. He yanked on the chain, forcing me closer, bending me down. The chains made it easier for him to maneuver me, positioning me exactly how he wanted. I was powerless, held captive by his control.

Humiliation burned through me but I refused to let it show. I knew people like him, they gain power when they sniff out your weakness and the last thing I wanted was for Soren to gain more power over me.

It was the first time I blamed my father for putting me in this position, literally. Yes, he took care of me the best he could but all this would have been avoided if he worked.

He sat there all day and night waiting for my Alpha father, the fucking deadbeat to come to his aid. To remember that he left him with a child who needed his help. Somehow, my hatred for my Alpha father grew each time I heard my omega father cry, each time he tried to cover up his sadness by using me as a distraction.

I didn't ask to be born but he did his best to ensure I was healthy and well fed, even if it meant making a deal with this monster.

The hesitation in my body wasn't lost on him. Soren grabbed my chin roughly, forcing my eyes to meet his. "What's the matter, Rowan?" he mocked. "Are you too proud? You think you're above this? Above sucking my cock like a good little dog? Would you rather be anywhere else but at my beck and call?"

My lips parted, but no words came out. The taste of bile rose in my throat as I tried to summon the strength to fight him off. But my silence only emboldened him further.

With a satisfied grin, he pushed my head down, guiding me towards him. "You'll do it," he whispered, almost gently, though the threat in his voice was unmistakable. "Or you'll face the consequences."

I shut my eyes, trying to block out the humiliation, the shame washing over me. Slowly, reluctantly, I complied. His grip tightened on my hair as he pushed himself into my mouth. He didn't wait, didn't give me time to adjust. He used my mouth with a brutal rhythm, his thrusts harsh and demanding.

I gagged, but he held firm, ignoring my muffled protests. My eyes watered, and I tried to focus on breathing, on anything but the raw, painful sensation. It was degrading, beyond anything I'd been forced to endure before. The metallic taste of blood from where I'd bitten my own lip mixed with the salty slickness of him, making me feel like I was drowning.

He was merciless, chasing his own release without a care for my discomfort. Every thrust was deep, forceful, as though he was trying to hammer home the reality of my situation. My hands, still bound by the chains, clenched uselessly at my sides, the metal digging into my skin with every movement.

I could feel his fingers tangle deeper into my hair, yanking me further onto him as he groaned. His voice, low and rough, carried a satisfaction that made my stomach churn. He was reveling in this, in my forced submission, in the fact that he could make me kneel and take him like this.

That he could command me to be his sex slave for as long as I am here even when I didn't want it. I was filled with hatred so much that I wanted to wrap the chain around my neck and tug so hard till I am lifeless.

When he finally shuddered and pulled out, I fell back, gasping for air. My throat was raw, tears streaking down my cheeks, and a mixture of saliva and his release clung to my lips. I wiped it away with the back of my hand, glaring up at him with all the hatred I could muster.

Much like earlier today when he forced me to blow him, 

Soren looked down at me, a smug smile playing on his lips. He reached down, cupping my chin in his hand, forcing me to look up at him. "Good boy," he murmured mockingly. "Maybe you'll remember who you belong to now. When you do, I am sure you will understand that whatever it is I want from you, you will give it to me, no questions asked."

He let go of my chin with a sharp flick of his fingers and turned away, leaving me there on the cold floor, humiliated and furious.

 The echo of his footsteps faded as he left the room, the silence amplifying the sound of my ragged breathing. I wanted to scream, to lash out, to break free of the chains that bound me to him. But all I could do was sit there, feeling the weight of my defeat settle over me like a shroud.

I was his property until he decided to discard me.