CHAPTER 41: "I’M YOURS, ALPHA"

"Let’s play, Alpha." I whispered, the words sounding foreign from my lips yet perfectly natural coming from my own lips as if they were words I used. "Let’s play until I use the safe word."

He paused. Alpha Dawn’s hands, which had been resting on my waist, stilled. The playful shadow of a smile vanished from his face instantly, replaced by a look so intense it was almost predatory, yet it was mixed with a delicate thread of confusion. He seemed to be reassessing everything about me. The light from the flickering bulb, making his eyes look like twin voids. They looked dark and fathomless.

"Right here?" he asked, his voice low, a rough rasp that sent a shiver straight down my spine. It was a challenge and a question mixed into one at once. He was testing the limits of my sudden boldness. It seemed...

I held his gaze, a strange certainty that I hadn’t experienced before, coursing through me. The drinks, the music, the drama with Luna Odessa, it all melted away like it was never there. There was only him, only this moment, and the reckless fire that had just ignited between us. The tension between us was evident.

"Right here," I confirmed, my voice steadier than I felt, though a tremor ran through my hands. "Unless you know somewhere better."

A slow, deliberate smirk—the kind that spoke of arrogance and pure, unadulterated danger looming ahead—painted itself on his lips. It was the smirk of an Alpha who’d just been given permission to take exactly what he wanted.

"I do," he murmured, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone as he leaned in. "Wait here."

His lips touched mine, a soft, brief, almost regretful kiss, as if he hated the idea of breaking the contact even for a moment. Then, he was gone, moving with the quiet, efficient grace of a true predator mixing back into the shadows, effortlessly so.

I leaned back against the cool, rough wall of the hallway, my chest heaving slightly as I watched his silhouette disappear deeper back into the club I had emerged from.

Wait here. The command was simple, but my heart hammered noisily against my ribs, making the waiting anything but simple. Every muscle in my body was tight with anticipation. The moment had become surreal; my usual timid, cautious self was gone, replaced by this daring, demanding woman I barely recognized.

It felt like forever, though it was likely only a minute or two, before he returned. He reappeared from the dimness, a tiny, almost invisible silver flash in his hand. He stopped directly in front of me, his tall frame blocking the little light that existed. He held up a small, dark plastic rectangle: a key card.

The smirk was back, darker and more confident than before.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. Without a word, he took my hand. His grip was firm, possessive, it felt like a silent promise of what was to come. He began pulling me with him. We moved past the main dance floor, which now seemed impossibly loud and distant, and farther into the labyrinthine, dimly lit halls. The scent of rain and musk surrounding him was all I could focus on, feeling like an anchor in the dizzying club environment.

We stopped before an unmarked door tucked away in the most secluded corner of the building. It looked heavy, made of dark, unpolished wood, and completely anonymous. Alpha Dawn raised the card, sliding it into a reader beside the door with a confident swipe and a soft click that sounded unbelievably loud in the quiet hallway. The lock disengaged, and he pushed the door open, revealing a stretch of absolute blackness.

He stepped inside first, then looked back, his eyes catching the faint blue light and flashing with a terrifying, beautiful excitement. He was giving me a choice, a final out, even though his hand was still holding mine, pulling me gently over the threshold.

"Where are we?" I started to ask, the question already dying on my tongue.

The answer wasn’t spoken. The moment my feet crossed the doorway, he pulled me flush against his chest, slamming the door shut with a heavy thud that plunged the room into complete darkness. Before I could inhale, his mouth found mine.

The kiss was sudden, fierce. It was nothing like the soft, hesitant one moments ago. This was a statement, a claiming. His lips were demanding, opening mine with a forceful intensity that stole my breath. All the repressed anger, the confusion, the yearning, the love, and the need that had been building between us for weeks exploded into this single point of contact.

His tongue plunged deep, tasting like strong liquor and pure, savage desire. I leaned into him, my hands instinctively clawing at the fabric of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him. I kissed him back with a sudden, unleashed hunger that must have surprised even him.

His low, guttural moan vibrated through my body, a sound of pure male satisfaction. He didn’t wait. He spun us around, my back hitting the door with a soft whump that served as a brutal reminder of where we were. His hands were everywhere—cradling my jaw, tangling in my hair, then sliding down my sides to grip the thin white fabric of my mini-skirt.

He lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist in a single, fast motion. I gasped against his mouth. He took advantage of the open invitation, deepening the kiss until I felt dizzy. The scent of rain and musk was overwhelming now, his scent coupled with his assault of his lips on mine heavy and intoxicating, sinking into my skin and clouding my mind.

He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against mine, both of us panting in the pitch darkness.

"You asked for a game, Bambi," he rasped, his voice thick, unrecognizable. "You get a game."

I felt his hand grope for and find a switch on the wall. A harsh, single spotlight flicked on above us. The light was directional, starkly illuminating only the center of the room, leaving the edges and the other part in deep darkness and shadow.

The room wasn’t a standard club backroom. It was sparse, almost like a converted industrial space. The walls were bare, painted a deep, matte black. In the center, beneath the harsh light, stood a single, heavy metal four-poster bed. There were thick leather straps hanging from the posts. But what drew my eye and what made my breath catch in my throat was the apparatus that dominated the wall directly across from the bed: a set of thick, shiny cuffs bolted securely into the wall at various heights.

My heart hammered against my ribs, my lips quivering.

"W-what is this?" My voice cracked.

"Welcome to my altar, love." He murmured.

"Your altar?"

"Yes. We will come here whenever you want us to play again."

"Do all Alphas have something like this?"

"No, my little doe. And do not let a word of any of these leave this room."

I was unsure. As a matter of fact, I was getting terrified.

Alpha Dawn lowered me slowly, letting my feet slide down his chest and legs until I stood again. He didn’t let go of my waist. His eyes were burning, locked onto mine.

"You said a safe word," he stated, his voice a low command. "What is it?"

I swallowed,

"Ice," I whispered, tasting the irony of it. This was as tensed as ice, whatever was about to happen.

He inclined his head once, accepting the rule of the game. "Good. Now, the rules are simple. You say Ice, and I stop. Remember?Until then, you are not Bambi, my breeder. You are not my future Luna. You are my toy. My property. And you will obey."

He didn’t wait for my verbal consent. He simply reached out and grabbed the zipper of my white corset top. With a slow, deliberate pull, the zipper screamed down the length of the fabric. My chest was exposed to the cool air and his scorching gaze in an instant.

He didn’t rush to touch me yet. He simply looked, his eyes moving over my skin with a possessiveness that was too much to handle.

"You don’t wear a bra under this, baby?" he asked, the title a rough endearment. His hand reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of my collarbone, moving lower to outline the swell of my breast. The touch was light, but the effect was immediate and dizzying.

"No," I breathed out, my head tilting back, giving him more access. I was shaking. A deep, delicious tremor of fear and longing coursing through me.

"Good," he muttered, his hand closing around the soft flesh of my breast, his thumb finding my already hardened nipple and flicking it once, sharply.

A soft, helpless whimper escaped my lips.

The sound seemed to be the only permission he needed. His eyes darkened completely. He shoved the ruined corset top off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor, followed quickly by the matching mini-skirt. I stood before him clad only in a small, black thong that Celeste had had me wear and the fierce blush that had spread across my skin.

He took a step back, drinking in the sight, his eyes like fire on my body. "Perfect," he exhaled, the word mixed with reverence and hunger.

Then, his eyes fixed on the metal cuffs on the wall. He moved with sudden, decisive speed, grabbing two of the cuffs and swinging them open. He didn’t ask. He commanded.

"Turn around. Hands behind your back. Now."

The authoritative tone, the complete stripping of my will, should have terrified me. Instead, it sent a wave of electric compliance through me. I turned without hesitation, bracing my palms against the cool, bare wall.

He grabbed my wrists, one after the other, and, clicked them into the cuffs behind my back. The metal was cold against my skin, and the snap of the locks was heard ominously in the quiet room. My arms were pulled slightly up and away from my body, forcing my chest to push out and my back to arch into a provocative curve. I was completely defenseless, utterly exposed.

The Alpha came up behind me, his hard body pressing flush against my exposed back, a delicious weight that made me gasp. His breath was hot on my neck as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper.

"This is where we begin, Bambi," he growled, the Alpha power in his voice undeniable. "This is our harem. This is where we play, okay?" I breathed out a response, still terrified of whatever was happening yet still feeling safe. "And you do not stop me until you use the safe word."

"Don’t be scared, baby. I’ll never hurt you. Okay?"

I swallowed and nodded.

"You say, ’Yes, Alpha’ or you’ll get punished."

My heart jumped. "Punished?"

"We will get there. Just say ’Yes, Alpha’ when you want to reply to me."

"Yes, Alpha." I murmured.

He pulled the silky hair at the nape of my neck, tilting my head to the side, exposing the sensitive skin of my throat. I felt his teeth scrape lightly, before his mouth descended on the exposed skin. He sucked and bit with a controlled savagery, marking me deeply, possessively, right where my pulse hammered a terrified sound.

"You are mine," he mumbled between bites, his hands cupping and squeezing my breasts from behind, his fingers rough and strong. He was staking his claim, tearing down the last vestiges of our distance.

I whimpered again, the sound trapped between my lips. The handcuffs, the wall, the feeling of his body was all too much, yet not enough. The complete surrender was intoxicating. This wasn’t just intimacy; it was a total, powerful exchange of control. It definitely had to do with the fact that I was his breeder.

"Dawn," I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper, a desperate plea for more, for less, for anything to break the unbearable tension.

He didn’t answer with words. He answered with the sharp, tearing sound of fabric as his large hands ripped away the flimsy black thong, throwing it to the floor. The cool air hit my suddenly exposed skin. I felt a fleeting moment of vulnerability before the heat of his erection pressed against the soft curve of my bottom.

The contact was a shock, a sudden, hard reality that made my hips instinctively push back against him.

"Don’t move unless I tell you to."

"Yes, Alpha." I breathed.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice heavy with approval. "You learn fast, baby."

His hand slid down my stomach, his fingers finding the damp heat between my legs. The touch was agonizingly soft, an unbearable tease. He stroked me once, then two times, a slow, deep caress that made me cry out against the wall.

He pulled back, and I felt the heat of him slide between the cheeks of my bottom. I was ready, desperate, clinging to the cuffs that bound me.

"Say you’re mine, Bambi," he demanded, his voice a low, rough rumble against my ear, right before he finally—gloriously—plunged into me.

"I’m yours, Alpha," I gasped,