My Daddy Wolf

Tory POV

Alpha leaves abruptly. Alan is pissed off and throwing things. I am not sure what I did wrong, but he is furious with me. I start cleaning up the dining room to stay out of his way. He is screaming at me, but I ignore him. I let him blow off steam. After finishing his temper tantrum, he calms down and starts helping me clear the table.

I gather the garbage and take it out to the bin. I go into the house and back to the kitchen to wash the dishes. He is waiting for me. "Why didn't you say no to him?" Alan asks me. "What?" I question him.

"When he asked you about working for the pack?" Alan asks me.

"You told me to respect him and be obedient. I was leaving the decision to you, sir," I answer.

Alan slaps me hard across the face.

"Tomorrow night, when he gets here, you will tell him that you do not want to go and that you no longer want to practice medicine, do you understand me?" Alan screams at me.

"Yes, sir, I will tell him exactly what you want me to say," I say.

"Good, now clean this up and come to our room; you have a promise to fulfill to me," Alan says. "Yes, sir," I say.

I go back to cleaning the kitchen. I want it to be perfect, so I take my time cleaning everything to Alan's expectations. He keeps coming back and peering into the kitchen. "Are you making me wait on purpose?" Alan asks me. "No, sir, I am only trying to make sure it is clean," I answer him.

Alan has this crazy look in his eyes. "Alpha called; he wants you to think about what we talked about tonight. He says it would be a great help if you took on the responsibility of one of the pack doctors, and he wants me to move back with the pack," Alan says.

"What did you tell him?" I ask.

"I told him you do not want to do it at all. Of course, he seems to think you do," Alan says.

"That is not my fault," I say.

"Yes, it is. You should have said no when he asked. This is all your fault, bitch," Alan says.

Alan looks crazy, standing watching me cleaning the kitchen. "Leave it. I have people who can clean this up," Alan says.

"Yes, sir," I say. I dry my hands and follow him out of the kitchen. I walk behind him to the bedroom. I wonder how he is going to punish me for something I did not even do.

When I walk into the bedroom, he has the collar out lying on the bed. "No, this is not fair; I did not do anything wrong. I do not want to wear that collar," I beg him.

Alan is not happy with my defiance. He rushes to me and slaps me in the face hard.

"You will wear this for being a dumb bitch; you will wear this and give me everything I want tonight. You are mine, Tory. You promised to be mine forever," Alan says, holding my face hard in his hands. He leans down and presses his lips to mine hard, and then bites my lip.

I begin to cry.

"This was a mistake. I should not have come here with you!" I scream at him.

Alan pushes me to the floor. He straddles me, grabbing the collar off of the bed. He puts the collar around my neck tightly.

"Can you breathe, bitch?" Alan says to me.

I don't answer. I try to fight him, but he is so strong.

"Please let me go, Alan," I beg him.

"You promised to be mine forever. You will not be leaving here, Tory. You are staying here with me if I have to lock you in the basement," Alan says.

"NO, NO, NO!" I scream.

"Now then, calm down and be good for me," Alan says so softly.

He leans down and kisses me. I do not want him touching me. What was I thinking? I should not have come here to be with him. He is crazy! I am sobbing as Alan is on top of me, stroking my face.

"Now, be a good girl, and we can have some fun tonight. You have a lot to make up to me, don't you, Tory?" Alan asks.

He is enjoying this. This fight is what he likes. He is fucking insane. I want out of here, and I want out of here now. There has to be a way out. I can run, but there is nowhere for me to go. I am stuck here. What have I done?

Alan grabs my dress and pulls it up to my waist, ripping my panties off of me. "You like it rough, don't you, whore," Alan screams at me.

I try to fight him off of me, but he is too strong. Alan unzips his pants and releases his cock. I can feel him about to take me. I slap him and spit on him as I try to get out from under him.

"Let me go, Alan!" I scream.

Alan grabs me by the wrist, holding me down as he begins to slam his cock into my pussy. I scream out and cry. He holds me tighter and fucks me harder. He looks crazy and is almost laughing as he takes what he wants from me. "Please stop!" I scream. It only makes him fuck me harder.

I keep fighting him. I will not go down without a fight. I hear a loud crash as the front door comes off the hinges. I listen to footsteps from multiple people. "HELP ME!" I scream out for whoever is in the house.

"Get off her!" I hear someone screaming at Alan. Alan balls up his fist and strikes me in the face. I pass out.

I hear fighting as I am in and out of my head. The blow to my head made me dizzy and semiconscious. I feel someone pick me up and carry me out of the house. I try to open my eyes. I see Alpha. He removes the collar and gets into a truck with me cradled in his arms.

"Let's go," Alpha says as we drive away.