Leave Me Alpha [#6]

Ashville.

It’s a foreign word for me. Never heard of this place.

“Come on sweetheart. We’ll be late” Asher grabs my hand pulling me to the car.

New York. A busy place. Really busy.

I can see why they say this city never sleeps.

“Sit inside” he orders and I nod, sitting inside.

When we got to the airport, there was a jet waiting for us. With Asher’s name on it.

Asher told me to get changed and I did, because I knew I was going to start swearing any minute in the wedding dress. It was weird walking to the airport in a wedding dress.

I had walked to the bedroom, which was in the jet. That was pretty cool.

Asher opened up the closet and pulled out a black dress. An Armani black dress. It was lace from the top, with high neck. And it was short, till mid length.

He said he was going to make me the type of person that everyone wants, but can’t have. I only belong to Asher. That was what he said to me.

I wore the dress, and I knew I looked beautiful, because I felt beautiful. I felt different.

He had handed me a pair of black heels, told me not to wear make up. And I didn’t. I followed everything he said. And I don’t know why.

Maybe because I was scared, of what he was capable of doing. I saw with my own eyes, him hitting the pilot. Maybe I was next?

“Sweetheart, you’ve been awfully quiet? Do you not like the dress? You should like it. People would kill to be in your place. Try to fucking smile a little” he growls lowly.

I smile. A fake smile.

He stops the car outside a huge house. Should it be called a house?



I don’t think so.

“Are we here?” I ask, looking at him and he nods.

“Follow me” he gets out of the car walking towards the house. I quickly get out, and follow him inside. It’s empty. Very quiet.

“Does anyone live here, Asher?” I ask and he stops.

“No. And no one will ever live here, except you and me. Do you understand?” I nod following him upstairs.

“This is your room. If you need anything, don’t call me” he walks away.

I step inside and am amazed by how it looks.



Everything looks so perfect. There’s two doors on the the left side of the room, opposite my window.

I open one door, and again, I’m amazed by how beautiful everything looks. The bathroom, is perfect.

Gold pillars, marble flooring, a huge bathtub.

I close the door, and walk towards the other door. I open it to see a walk in closet. More like a walk in room.

And it was full. Full of designer clothes.

A huge chandelier was hung over my head. A table in the middle,with a fur coat and a chanel bag on top.

I was never the one to show off. Never wanted to put anyone down. And if I wore these, I think I will. I don’t want to wear these.

I walk out of the room, and downstairs to see Asher bringing in my suitcases.

“Asher, can I take all those clothes out of the room?” I ask and he shook his head.

“No. You wear them. And these-” he points to the suitcases.

“Are for night. You wear them at night. They don’t look good on you” I scoff. I’ve had enough.

“Listen here, Asher, I don’t follow rules, especially rules a man gives me. Yes we are married, but you can’t force me to do anything I don’t want to. I don’t want to wear them clothes, I will wear my own” he walks towards me, fast, pushes me against the wall, and pins my hands above my head.

“Listen here,sweetheart, you follow what I say. You do what I say. I’m not controlling you, but if you want I will. I want you to look your best, all the time. I have a reputation, that stays the best. And you’ll do that. You’ll be coming to a lot of meetings with me. You can’t come in a black skirt, and a blue top, from top shop” he smirks

“Asher, I’m not comfortable in these clothes. They show too much skin” he chuckles, letting me go.

“And you haven’t fucked a guy in your life? Please, sweetheart. I know you’re a whore. I’ll make you into a woman” he smirks.

I’ve never been called a whore before. Not anyone. Not even by the people who hate me.

“Why are you crying? Face it, sweetheart, you know the truth. You’ve fucked a lot of guys, and what does that make you? A whore, a slut” I wiped my eyes and smiled to myself, closing my eyes.

You can do this Layla.

“I am a whore, I am a slut. And I’ll stay that way. I won’t let you make me into a woman, Asher, because I am a woman. I don’t need your help.” I walk past him but then stop.

“Oh. And I’ll wear all those clothes. They show a lot of skin. Exactly what a whore wants right?” He turns to me, narrowing his eyes.

“What’s wrong Asher? You don’t like it, when I call myself a whore?” I ask walking upstairs.

“I am a whore Asher. A big whore. A big slut” I stop and turn to him.

He’s standing in front of me.

“I dare you to repeat that. I dare you sweetheart” he growls staring at me. His eyes piecing through mine.

“I. Am. A . Whore” I whisper and he grabs my hand.

’No. No. No you’re not.” He pulls me upstairs.

“I am. I am Asher. You told me, I am” I mumble, trying to set my hand free.

“You’re not a whore!” He shouts turning around and pushing me against the wall.

“I am Asher.” I whisper as he placing his face, in between my neck and shoulder.

“You’re not. You’re my sweetheart. My sweetheart” he whispers placing a kiss on my neck.

“Nobody calls you a whore” he mumbles.

“You did” I whisper and he stares at me.

“Ignore what I said. You’re not a whore, sweetheart. I’ll kill anyone who calls you it” he growls lowly.

“Are you bipolar?” He lets me go

“No. Get dressed into something nice. I need to show you to the pack” he walks to the steps.

“Can I wear my own clothes, Asher?” He stops and turns to me.

“No” he smirks, and walks downstairs.