Mating the Female Alpha
Chapter 6 A Wound

Bernice POV

I desperately try to stay silent and resist Landry's stimulation. It was hard enough when it was just him and me, but now the Alpha King is carrying on a conversation with someone just on the other side of the door, all without stopping his assault on my desperate body!

Landry is greatly enjoying this, that's for sure. He is a disgusting pig, but the heat in my body is growing and I can't stop how wet I am for him.

"No, I believe it would be best to fight the vampires at the North border." The Alpha outside the door argues. Landry smirks, moving his fingers in and out of my hot, wet body. I squirm, my back arched, nipples perky in the cool air. It's torture in the best way, and I would be in ecstasy if I didn't know the power Landry is enjoying over me.

Landry leans forward and bites at one of my nipples, smirking in the full body shudder that runs through me at the pleasurable pain he inflicts. He leans back.

"The North border is fine," he says, sounding unaffected, a contrast to my flushed cheeks, panties still stuffed in my mouth, growing as damp as my pussy. He pushes his fingers in deeper, working me looser and looser despite my struggles. "How many troops should we send, Alpha?"

I think about crying out and alerting the other Alpha, but I quickly decide against it. Not only will Landry tell my secret to the world, ruining both me and my pack, but he likely would invite the other Alpha in!

I picture another brute plunging his fingers into my holes without care and shudder. Landry smirks, showing off his sharp teeth that glint in the light. He angles his fingers and my eyes roll to the back of my head. This is cruelty, how much he's enjoying this. It's worse that I secretly want him, too. I want to cum from his touch, how disgusting does that make me?

"Perhaps about thirty," Landry says, not even out of breath as he thrusts his thick, calloused fingers in and out of me as I writhe where he holds me down. I am breathing hard, my panting muffled by my own panties in my mouth. I hear the wet sounds of my juices on Landry's fingers and shudder.

I can only pray it ends soon.

Landry POV

Landry is greatly enjoying himself. Torturing the Omega slut while carrying on a conversation like nothing is happening is entertaining, and his cock grows harder the longer he looks at Bernice, spread out on the table for him. Over the panties stuffed in her mouth, her snow-white teeth are set into her full lips, giving the impression of crushed flower petals. Normally, her lips are tight and serious, white with a lack of much blood, but not now. Now her lips are parted, wet and richly red with blood, a contrast to the pale pink of the strawberry panties in her mouth. Landry feels his cock harden further and he pushes his fingers forward insistently, finding the little numb inside her that makes her clench around the intrusive digits.

"I will send my troops immediately, Alpha."

Landry has almost forgotten about the Alpha outside. He is intently focused on the gorgeous, writhing she-wolf laid out on the table like a gift. He pants and breathes heavily, eyes locked on the tears on her face and the mess she is making over his fingers, and how her legs shake.

Damn! If she really was a spy as he suspected, she's good at it. Landry would be trapped in an instant due to her seduction, her irresistible scent and feel and taste. He would fall for it easily!

The mere thought of being caught in such a position by a spy makes him finger her harder, fingers slipping in and out of her roughly and brutally, until she can't stop herself any longer. "Ah!"

She moans, throwing her head back, her neck a tense line Landry wants to mark up as his own. Landry fingers her harder and harder, until the Alpha outside interrupts with a surprised gasp. "What's that sound?"

Bernice's body becomes rigid. She even stops breathing for a moment, wet eyes wide and fixed on Landry. Landry shivers as he realizes: she's in fear. In fear that Landry would invite the Alpha outside to have his way with her as well, and she would have to lie here and take two Alphas using her like this. Landry goes hot just thinking about it and bares his teeth. Bernice shudders, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, whimpering. He considers it for a moment, but disregards it and pitches his voice low. "Are you begging me for it?"

His voice is little more than a growl and Bernice shakes where he holds her down. He ducks his head so she can feel his breath and he speaks directly into her ear.

"Are you? You want it? You want what I can give you, slut?"

Landry grins, teeth bared, in victory as Bernice shivers uncontrollably. He decides to grant her unspoken request because he can't wait any longer. He wants to watch her cum for him.

He fingers her harshly, curling his fingers every time, thumb pressing and rubbing her clit, as she shakes where she lays. Her legs are spread open wantonly, her cunt shiny with her own juices, and Landry pushes harder, more brutally, with no mercy until she climaxes with a stifled moan.

Her back arches on the table, her cunt spraying her juices all over Landry's hand, the scent intoxicating. Landry bares his teeth in satisfaction before he hears the Alpha outside once more.

"Is that-?" Landry scowls.

"Leave!" he growls, putting all his Alpha King authority into his voice. He hears the lesser Alpha rush away and turns back to Bernice, fingers still keeping her open, legs spread even further, head tossed back so Landry can see every inch of her pale, sleek neck.

His wolf roars to the surface. It demands Landry sink his teeth into the Omega, bite until the neck is covered with bruises he left, claim her as his own, as what he is owed. He growls, smirking as she shudders at the sound, and almost does it, before he's able to wrestle the wolf back down.

He should figure out the mystery of this she-wolf before he claims her. He still doesn't know the purpose of her disguise, or if she is a spy. He needs to interrogate her more, maybe fuck her into submission, before he can bite her and make her his.

Bernice, laying limp on the table, is still uncooperative. Landry pulls the panties from her mouth, intending to pressure her with more questions, and perhaps his cock, when he realizes suddenly that something is wrong.

She is radiating warmth like a furnace, and Landry knows she is not in heat this time. No, instead she is burning with a fever, and Landry quickly looks her over for a sign of what is wrong. It is then that he notices it.

A wound on her back he hadn't seen in his rush to strip her and torture her. It is infected, she is clearly septic. Landry has seen his fair share of war wounds and war bruises, from the last battle he has his own few injuries, but Bernice looks

worse.

She is pale and shaking, and her wound is very infected. Landry wonders how it got this bad - it is almost as if she has a weakened immune system, something that is preventing her from healing as others do.

It's astonishing - the wound could have killed her, looks as if it would have killed her since it was left untreated, but she managed to survive as if nothing happened. Landry can't imagine how she did that. Regardless, a dead wolf is no use to him and he'll never get answers if she dies, so he pulls away from her.

"I will call a witch-doctor," he tells her. "And get you fixed. You can pay me back later."

To his shock, Bernice grabs him, shaking her head as much as she can, pulling him back and begging.

"No! I don't need a doctor, don't...don't call a doctor, please..."

She looks very agitated, a clear difference from her usual calm, unaffected demeanor. Landry is surprised by this and pauses, looking her over carefully and realizing she is serious. She does not want a doctor. He frowns.

"Why?"