Filed to story: Luna Lovette and Alpha Kodak Story
He folded his arms across his chest. “I’m not talking about your worth as a pack member. I’m talking about your worth as a person, as a female. You’re a very beautiful, sensual, refreshing female. Totally without artifice. You have just as many alpha vibes emitting from you as any other female alpha, latent or not. And as for your iron will…I never thought I would meet a person more stubborn than me.”
So he recognised that she was more stubborn than him and yet they were still having this discussion? She failed to see the logic in that. “Look, you and me…we don’t sing from the same hymn sheets, we’re not even the slightest bit compatible. You need a nice submissive female who’ll say and do what you tell her to and make all the right noises at the appropriate times. Me…I’m just going to piss you off.”
“You’re right, Lovette, I do like my females submissive. And that is exactly what you will be when we mate.”
And he really believed that, she could tell. “You must seriously be smoking crack.”
He laughed. “The delusional one in this situation is you, Lovette.”
“I’ll never mate with you. Never.”
His look was sympathetic. “It’s sad that you actually think you’ll win this battle.”
“It’s sad that you even started this battle. Why would you want me when you know I don’t want you? Why would you want me when you know I’d fight you every step of the way?” The chilling smile he gave her made everything suddenly click into place. “You don’t want me in spite of those things. You want me because of those things. You get your kicks out of forcing yourself on women.”
“No, not forcing myself on them. I’m not a rapist. But I love a challenge, and I love to be in control. Power is a heady thing for me. What greater power is there than to be able to own someone who doesn’t want you; someone whose will you can break bit by bit until they have gone from a spirited, dominant, independent individual to a person who is totally submissive to you?”
It took a few seconds for Lovette to be able to speak. “You’re sick.”
He jiggled his head. “Maybe I seem that way to you now, but just think, Lovette. A year from now you will want nothing more than to please me in every way I want to be pleased.”
“Never,” she bit out.
“I won’t need to force you. You will crave my dominance and my direction. I’m looking forward to you moving into my home. Then we can begin your training.”
“Sick, delusional and suicidal. That’s what you are.”
“Suicidal?” He sounded amused.
“I’d kill you before I let you touch me.”
“You really would try to, wouldn’t you? Even if it meant risking your own life.”
“If I mated with you I’d be practically dead anyway,” she spat. “Being some little slave for you wouldn’t be a life.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever met a female who has more resistance to the idea of submission than you.”
“My resistance is to the idea of submitting to you.”
His creepy smile widened. “And that just makes the whole thing so much sweeter.”
Oh he was so very, very, very sick. “It will never happen.”
“I’ll remind you of this conversation in a year’s time. It will be interesting to know what you make of it then.” With that, he strolled back toward the house, leaving her stood there gaping.
It was honestly like talking to someone who didn’t understand your language. Someone who also had a hard-on for the ‘Lord and Master’ lifestyle and intended to take it to the extreme. Suddenly the idea of taking her chances by just packing a bag right now and leaving the pack to do the lone wolf thing seemed worth the risk.
Four more days until I meet up with Kodak, she reminded herself. In four days she could be free of her father. Moreover, there would be no way that sicko could get near her.
Almost as if her father or Roscoe, or maybe even both, had suspected she was a flight risk, it was decided that evening that her whereabouts for the entire twenty-four hours of each day up until the mating ceremony would be monitored. If she was at home, one of her dad’s enforcers was to accompany her around the property. If she left pack territory for any reason, she was to be tailed by two of his other enforcers. Protection, they called it. Yeah, right.
After only one day of being spied on and followed wherever she went, Lovette was more than pissed. She was a bomb waiting to go off. She couldn’t even relax in the knowledge that she had her arrangement with Kodak. There was still a chance that it could fall through and she needed a back-up plan.
The constant surveillance had made it hard for her to get into her dad’s office to hunt down her uncle’s address and contact number – even if she didn’t end up seeking refuge with her uncle she still hoped to contact him at some point. Eventually she had found the details, but the cell phone had been disconnected. Fuck it all!
If Kodak’s plan fell through, she was prepared to drive all the way to that address and beg her uncle’s Alpha to give her sanctuary.
Maybe if he liked her uncle a lot, he would take pity on her. It would be convincing him not to hand her over to Roscoe or her dad that would be the problem after that. Really, though, what else could she do?
Knowing that she would never be able to come back here no matter what happened, Lovette packed a large dufflebag complete with clothes, passport and a few sentimental objects with the plan that she could stash it in her car ready for Friday night. Unlike the other wolves, she always drove to the club as she was constantly on call in case someone from her pack needed healing.
She didn’t have a lot of stuff, so it wasn’t hard to sift through it and only take the things she really liked or wanted. Her dad had forbid her from getting an actual job that paid wages, wanting her here at all times due to being the pack healer. The only times she ever had money to buy herself things were when he gave her some, which wasn’t often. One thing she had learnt from her mom was the importance of saving money, so at least she had some to take with her.
The problem was getting the dufflebag to the car without her constant companion seeing. She figured that her best chance of making Perry a little distracted was if she seemed the most boring person imaginable. Of course that wouldn’t be enough because she was considered a flight risk. She ensured that she appeared to be angry, but drained of the will to fight, hoping to pass as someone resigned to her fate. So that was what she did.
After another two days Perry became less vigilant and she found a moment to stash the dufflebag in the trunk. Then she busied herself concentrating on what she would do if Kodak didn’t appear at the club. She knew she was going to her uncle, but what she hadn’t mastered was just how she would do that while being watched so closely.
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