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Alpha Blood

The next morning, my blaring alarm woke me, and I stood up, my body running purely on autopilot. I got ready quickly, then went downstairs to make breakfast and clean up. My groggy brain didn't fully register where I was until I bumped into a warm, solid figure in the kitchen doorway.

"Go back to bed," Allen told me sternly, his voice deep with sleep.

"But I-" I started, but he interrupted.

"I said go back to bed. Don't argue with me, girl, just do it. You are not expected to be our servant here," he ordered, his face set and determined."You live here now, yes, but that doesn't mean you need to do everything. If you would like, we can sit down together and designate some chores for you. Other than that, go back to bed," he added, pointing toward the staircase.

"Thank you," I whispered, then strode back up the steps. As I got back into bed, I made sure to turn off the rest of my alarms so they wouldn't wake me again. When I opened my eyes again, they hurt. I wasn't used to getting extra sleep, and it would be an adjustment for sure. I picked up my phone to check the time and gasped. It was 3 PM. I had slept that long?! I jumped from my bed and was about to run downstairs to help with anything to make up for sleeping in so late when I caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked horrible. I hadn't showered, my hair was a knotty mess pulled into a bun to disguise it. I was in different clothes, but they were disheveled and in need of washing. I decided to take a quick shower since I'd already slept so late it probably wouldn't matter if I was a bit later.I stepped from the shower into the steamy bathroom and rubbed the steam from the medicine cabinet mirror over the sink. I looked at myself closely, seeing a light in my bright grey eyes I hadn't seen in a long time. My eyes were unique. I was told that my entire life growing up. My wolf was also grey, despite my long black hair. Now that I'd slept a little more and eaten a proper meal, my skin was already perking up. I wouldn't have to use as much foundation today. I always hated using so much that it covered my freckles spattered across my nose, but everything was always so dark and sunken in that I had no choice. Makeup and clothes were the only things I was allowed to have a hefty budget for, and that was because I had to look good for guests showing up. I had to look like I wasn't being abused and starved. My aunt had even gotten me a special effects palette with green, orange, and pink liquid concealers to hide the bruises they all inflicted on me.I had a strong urge to throw that palette in the trash, but as I pulled it out I just couldn't part with it. What if I needed it in the future? I finished my makeup, applying light eye makeup and filling in my brows. I avoided my reflection as I removed the towel from my lower half.I knew I was skin and bones, and I knew bruises lined the side my aunt had kicked to oblivion. I had a high pain tolerance from the last few years of regular punishment. The first year was the worst; I'd been defiant and refused to do the things they told me to. My uncle had been the one to "break me in." It was miserable. My appearance never really mattered beyond my face, so I refused to acknowledge the state of my body.I was standing there hugging myself as terrible memories flowed through my mind. I was so distracted that I hadn't heard my bedroom door open and shut, nor had I heard the footsteps that stopped at the bathroom door. I'm not sure how long he'd been standing there, but when I turned around to grab my clothes, I spotted him. He was leaning on the doorframe, his eyes wide with disbelief and his jaw clenched in anger.

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My new alpha.

"Who did that to you?" he asked, his voice loud, and I flinched.

"It doesn't matter anymore," I replied, quickly grabbing my towel and covering myself up.

"You'll tell me eventually. I will get your revenge for you. I have my ways," he vowed.

"You may have your ways, but do you know anything about... uh... you know... privacy?" I asked him angrily, and his eyes flashed before a sinister smile pulled his lips up.

"I do. I was coming to tell you I'd picked up some lunch but found myself with an interesting view," he chuckled, his laugh making me feel weird things.

No.

Not yet, moon goddess. I need more time; I'm still messed up from Arlo.

"What is your name?" the alpha asked me, his head cocked a little."Melanie," I replied, casting my gaze down again before remembering what he'd told me last night at dinner. A growl sounded, and I found myself pressed up against the wall behind me, the tile cold against my bare back. His face was inches from mine and set in anger."What did I tell you about that?" he hissed at me, but I had no response. I'd defied him. His hands were tight against my wrists as he held them against the wall at my sides."You have alpha blood running through your veins, Melanie. You're not meant to bow to ANYONE. Not even to me, and I'll make sure you know that eventually," he vowed, then leaned forward and sunk his teeth into my shoulder, hard. I jumped, a gasp leaving me. This hurts like a bitch. But it also feels good. What is wrong with me? I could feel myself getting turned on and tried to ignore it. He pulled his teeth from my skin and chuckled, his hot breath hitting my raw shoulder.

"So you like it rough, don't you?" he pointed out, laughing, and my cheeks went red as I looked away from him, up at the ceiling this time.

"Don't worry, I do too," he told me, and my gaze met his quickly. He winked as he reached down to adjust himself, brushing against me in the process. This time, I held my sound of pleasure back. He turned his head, whispering into my ear.

"My name is Dante, and you'll never forget it because if I have my way, you'll be screaming it to the heavens as you come for me."