5 Puppies For The Alpha
Chapter 22

Lukyan tried to focus on the silhouette of the plate of highly palatable chunks of meat and fruit with suspicion. If there was one thing he had learned in his years in captivity, it was not to accept food unless he knew where it came from. It would not have been one, the times they had drugged his dinner to make him come into heat and force him to have children. As they say, third time was the charm and after the second time he had refused to eat.

Then came the painful injections that had left marks on his neck. When Sylas wanted something, it was hard not to get it.

-We’ll have to cut it off,” Bastian’s voice at his back brought him out of his thoughts.

-What?

-We’ll have to cut it, your hair is too tangled, there’s no way to comb it.

-Do what you want,” he said without taking it seriously. She had always worn it a bit long, not because it was cut she was going to get depressed, she had more important things on her mind.

He felt the wolf leave the room and after a few minutes, return.

The scissors cut strand by strand, letting pieces of strands fall hopelessly to the floor. Lukyan’s head felt freer as the hair fell to his shoulders, somewhat unevenly.

-I’ve cut off the worst part, the rest I can take care of after you finish your bath.

-The omega asked politely, he needed to relax and with that wolf around he didn’t think it was possible, even as helpful as he was.

Bastian hesitated, but in the end he agreed.

-I’ll give you some time until the water starts to cool,” he looked at the plate of food still untouched, “And I want that empty by the time I get back,” he pointed authoritatively.

Lukyan took a breath when he was left alone. He wet his hair and pushed it back, leaning his head back against the edge of the tub. The hot water did work wonders. He stroked his wrists where the skin already covered the area damaged by the shackles. His body had regenerated faster than normal. He vaguely remembered a metallic taste with each awakening, the taste of b***d. Someone was giving him the precious liquid with which he had regained most of his strength.

He closed his eyes and lay there in absolute stillness.

Fingers ran down his cheek. Soft and warm, they moved to his collarbone and then to his neck. They ran over the vein where the pulse beat steadily and back up to his lips.

Lukyan slowly opened his eyes to meet the dark-haired silhouette.

Dante had entered a few minutes ago and stood admiring his new acquisition. Sound asleep with his face completely uncovered and his neck at her mercy.

He’d given her so much b***d that her body was demanding it back. Her teeth itched to bite into that whitish skin and mark it. That was the reason she didn’t want any she-wolf around when her rut was approaching. The urge to mark and bond was so strong that sometimes it was unbearable and he did not want to make the mistake of putting someone incapable in the position of ruler. To his surprise, the image of the omega haunted him from the moment he had left the room and only twenty minutes later had returned to replace him utterly helpless.

The nebulae of his eyes were fixed on him, and though he knew he could not quite see him, his pupils seemed more defined in that violet whirlwind.

-Falling asleep while bathing is not a good idea,” he continued to caress her cheek and the edge of her lips. He did not move.

Lukyan stayed still except for his arm which he brought to his chest covering his nipples which given their nature were a little larger and pinker than a normal male. They were ready to feed a puppy, and he covered them as best he could. Being naked wasn’t a problem, being wolves clothes were only worn out of habit not necessity, but he thought it wise not to look so exposed. He straightened his head and kept track of it. Even with his half senses he could smell the rut of that wolf scratching and it made him shiver slightly. His experiences had not been the best, concerning that subject.

Dante stopped touching him at his reaction and tried to lighten the situation.

-You haven’t eaten anything,” he said when he saw the plate of food untouched. He just turned his head away, ignoring him.

The alpha picked up a small blueberry and brought it to his lips, swallowing it afterwards.

-There’s nothing in it, you can eat it,” he guaranteed.

Lukyan continued to pay no attention to him.

Dante sat on the edge of the tub and sighed. He brought his wrist to his mouth and bit it, dropping two drops of b***d into the water. He bent down and held it up to her face.

-Drink,” he ordered, “You haven’t recovered yet.

That’s when he knew. The b***d inside him belonged to that alpha. That light, sweet, alluring scent that called to the one inside him, but no, he wouldn’t give in. He knew it was for his own good, not opting to accept so freely would only bind him further and he already had too much to owe him, he didn’t want anything else. Being so dependent didn’t suit him, even if it was to save his own life.

-You can be quite stubborn,” Dante turned his head slightly at the wolf’s hesitant indifference. It annoyed him. He was trying to be polite like any good alpha and he was happy to ignore it.

He sighed running his hand through his hair brushing the strands from his face uselessly. With the same hand he wrapped his hand around the one covering her chest and pulled her into his lap, draping his arm over her thighs and holding her in place.

Lukyan instinctively clung to him to keep from falling and could feel the warmth under the light shirt he wore ajar. His whole body tensed and jerked as the change in temperature hit him.

-Let me go,” he whispered in the tone he was used to when he wanted someone to listen to him, neutral, cold, authoritative.

-Quiet,” the alpha commanded calmly in response. Dante was stronger and being alpha had more effect on his omega nature. With a fingernail he traced a line down the side of his neck, letting the thick b***d run.

He grabbed the thinner nape of her neck and pulled her head there, bringing her lips into contact with the red liquid.

-I don’t want to force you, and you need it.

Lukyan knew that fighting was futile. The strong arms around him could break him in a matter of seconds, and besides, he was practically at her mercy on his hard thighs. He could see every part of the male body moulding to his own and he had to admit that it was extremely appetizing. The defined abdomen, the narrow waist, the broad, developed chest, every fibre of his muscles claiming power and submission.

Reluctantly he took the path that would allow him to end this torment. She opened her lips slightly and let the b***d rush to her taste buds. Her nails came out and dug into his shoulders. It was hot, delicious, and she felt every cell in her body regenerate in its wake.

That was the power of an alpha’s b***d.