SWNOVELS Chapter 2
Don't call me alpha
—Don, everything is ready for your return —announces the person in charge of your security from the other side of the door.
—I'll be with you in minutes. —His hoarse voice informs his security man very well what he is doing right now— “Come on girls,” he orders the girls who eat his c**k.
Since he can't f**k them, it's his turn to receive an oral for his farewell.
Both girls struggle to get to the Don, who has his head thrown back as he brings his cigar to his mouth.
—Like this, baby. He grabs his right hand in one of the girls’ hair, urging her to go faster and causing her to choke on her ck.
He gasps and lets out a low moan when his thick sm comes out to fill the girl's mouth, who begins to cough because 0 what happened.
She sighs, not at all pleased, and pushes it away from her. She takes a tissue and wipes the remains of her sm off of hi c**k, which she stuffs into his boxers and proceeds to pull up his pants. She grabs her jacket and leaves the room.
She meets her security man.
—Come on, Fer, I don't want to be in this place one more second.
—Whatever you say, Don. Follow me. She guides him through the hallways until they reach the back of the mansion. Aline of armored jeeps waits for the Don. Open the door. When the Don is inside, the jeeps set off towards the airport. The Don takes one of his expensive bottles of liquor and pours a good amount into a glass. He swallows it without makin any kind of grimace at the burning itch it causes in his throat.
“Don,” his escort calls. He gestures for her to speak—young Alexandro has sent her a gift to Sicily.
His eyebrows furrow because he already imagines what it is about.
-Good. When he arrives, I'll check. “If it's a good commodity, I'll send it to Franco so he can make money from it” he argue to his escort.
More than his escort, she is his right hand.
(-)
The trip to Sicily is in total calm.
The Don sighs when he is in his mansion and then heads to his room to take a bath and maybe a nap. On the other hand, Kara wakes up with a horrible headache. Her gaze scans the bedroom; She is not familiar with anything. She tries to remember what happened. Nothing, she just has gaps in her head. Her dress is still preserved and she does not feel anything strange in her body that would give her notice that she was abused. That makes her breathe easy.
She gets out of bed to approach the door and discovers that she doesn't have the lock on. She leaves the room and finds huge hallway. She concentrates on listening to sounds and picking up smells. She manages to catch the scent of an...alph Her brow furrows and she decides to follow him. If she is in an alpha’s house she must be for something.
Alphas would never take an omega because they know they are weak and useless. Of course, at least they want to have fi with the omega, since they know that she is submissive and susceptible to their male hormones, especially when the alp gets excited.
Her footsteps guide her to a hallway where there is only one door.
Nervous, she grabs the doorknob and opens it to enter the room, which smells like an alpha, but the smell is not like the alphas she has seen.
Her body tells her to run, but the omega part of her pushes her to be around an alpha. She needs it. It's time to mate to have puppies.
Kara doesn't want that. She wants an ordinary life, like that of humans. For that reason she left her pack, in which she wa disowned by the others. It's the shame of her parents, who are a huge generation of betas. She was that stain that damaged her trajectory, as if she were to blame for choosing what the goddess decided for her.
Footsteps approach.
She remains paralyzed in the middle of the room.
The Don comes out of the bathroom and dries his naked body. He tenses as he senses the presence of another person in her bedroom. His gaze runs over the small body covered in a red dress. He purses his lips and frowns.
—Who the f**k are you? —She barks furious because someone other than the housekeeper is in her room. Kara shrinks in her place and bows her head in total submission. I asked you a question. Take strong steps towards her.
He grabs her arm roughly and forcefully.
A small pitiful moan leaves her lips.
“Ym nobody,” she says fearfully and without looking him in the eyes, which makes him even more angry.
He hates it when people don't look him in the eye while he talks.
—Look me in the eyes when I talk to you. —He tightens his grip on Kara's arm, which already has the five fingers of her bi hand painted on her skin.
—Yes, alpha.
Those words leave him disconcerted, since it is the first time someone has called him that way. When he was ten years ol was the last time he heard that name.
—Who the f**k are you? —His scream, almost a growl, filled the room.
Kara trembled under his grip.
As strange as it may sound, he likes the young woman's submission.
“Ym nobody, alpha,” she sobs in fear.
He frowns as he smells the salty pearls coming from the petite girl's eyes. He purses her lips and tries to calm down. “What is your name? —Try another question, because the girl doesn't understand the question “Who are you?”
“Kara," she whispers.
He nods.
Hurried footsteps are heard in his hallway, then a knock on the door.
-Don? —Investigate her right hand from the other side of the wood.
That? —he says in a bad mood at the interruption.
—One of the new recruits left the door of the girl Alexandro sent for you unlocked. She has escaped.
“She's here.” she announces.
She takes his right-hand man by surprise. No woman other than the housekeeper has entered the Don's room. Not even I has entered.
—Do you want me to return it to her room? —He questions unsure.
Til take it.
His second hand nods and walks away from him.
All his attention goes to the young woman. Her curiosity about her increases as she sees her calmer, it's as if he isn't afra to be next to her.
—Why do you call me alpha?
Confused by her question, Kara frowns.
“Out of respect,” she answers unsurely and hopes it's the right word.
The Don has very little knowledge of the supernatural world from which he was separated years ago by things he does nc want to remember.
“Don't call me that” she orders seriously.
That only brings up memories that he already has buried deep in his subconscious.
Kara nods. She is unsure of doing what she asks, if she is okay.
—Why are you in my room?
—When I woke up I didn't know where I was, so I used my senses to orient myself and I managed to smell its essence. She lured me here. I'm sorry for entering without his authorization, when... —He stops before saying that word again.
—What kind of wolf are you? —She questions.
As he recalls, wolves are bigger and stronger.
“She looks more like a chihuahua than a wolf” That thought makes him smile, but Kara doesn't see it because she has he head down with her eyes fixed on the carpeted floor.
“An omega,” she answers.
The Don has no idea what kind of wolf she is. Hes never heard of one in that category. Al his life he has heard of alphas, betas and gammas, but not omegas.
Look at me.
Kara, unsure, slowly looks up at her, then remembers that the huge man in front of her is naked and wet from the bath he took.
Her gazes meet. It's amber against grey.
The Don runs over Kara's tender face. His back feels a small current and a small word passes through his head that leave: him a little confused: mine.
Kara scrutinizes the Don's manly face; His gray eyes covered by long black eyelashes give him a wild look. His bushy eyebrows are furrowed and his full lips are drawn together in a thin line. He has a turned-up, Italian nose that gives him that elegant touch. His jaw is covered by about four days’ worth of beard.
He fixes his gaze on Kara's pink lips, then slides his gaze over the exposed skin of her chest through the low neckline of h dress. His c**k reacts to the beauty of the girl in front of him. Nothing stops him from going for what she wants, so the hand with which he was holding her goes to the back of her dress to release it and let it slide to her feet.
Kara remains silent and also does not emit fear at what the imposing man in front of her did. The omega part of her want to be possessed by the alpha, so she remains submissive to the Don.
He runs his eyes over her body. He likes what he sees. He bites her Lips as he looks at her pink-nippled breasts; It makes her want to bite every inch of his white skin. He holds her hand to guide her towards the door, leaving the wolf confused, but she does not question him, she just follows him down the hallway until she reaches the bedroom she was in before. I takes her to the bed, puts her on it and covers her with her huge body. Kara is small in front of the Don and that makes h doubt what she plans to do to him. However, she doesn't stop. He wants to test if she can handle his size, which he doub because of her size.
His powerful c**k lands on Kara's thigh.
The wolf shifts nervously beneath her body.
—Quiet.
He looks her in the eyes. She freezes at the order. She slides one hand to the center of her legs and caresses her clitoris, which in a matter of minutes becomes moist. Kara moans as two fingers enter inside her and stimulate her for some time Don enters another finger. He ventures in with four of her fingers and dilates Kara's v****a as much as he can. He widens with anticipation.
He has never tried so hard to prepare a mistress or whore, as he calls them.
After a few minutes, he removes her fingers from inside the wolf to take his c**k and place it at her entrance.
Kara tenses at the feeling.
“You should relax. He—he looks into her eyes again.
She breathes and releases the air. Meanwhile, he little by little slides inside the wolf. His eyebrows furrow and his jaw clenches to contain himself.
Kara moans, shifting beneath him and clawing at her back. A tear runs down the corner of her left eye. She feels how her v***a expands to make way for the dimensions of the enormous man that she pushes until he is completely stuck in her cavity. He hisses under his breath as the warmth takes him in.
She feels like he will die because of how tight he is inside the petite girl beneath her body.
“Puppy...” He watches as she wraps her legs around her hips, taking him deeper. “Not small at all,” she whispers.
He makes the first thrust of her.
He doesn't hear any sobs or moans of pain, but quite the opposite, a small whimper of pleasure from the wolf.
“More,” she gasps.
The Don certainly loves that.