The Beast's Possession

**Aife

pov**

He was so close, his breath fanned my skin and I absolutely froze. Mentally, I kept willing myself to move, to slap him across his face so hard, he would forget his name, or better yet - kick him right where he was just gripping himself. And yet, I couldn't.

No matter how many times I screamed at myself in my mind, I couldn't break out of my own mind. My limbs felt boneless, like jelly I couldn't control.

I realized I had stopped breathing only when the monster stepped away and started laughing. "You should see the look on your face. Did you die just now? Absolutely priceless."

As I stood there and watched him laugh at my misery, I couldn't believe I allowed anyone to have so much control over my life, emotions and most importantly - fears.

The ugly laughter became louder as it echoed against the walls and the sound kept annoying me more with every second that passed. And at one point, it pushed me over the edge.

I couldn't take it anymore. "You brainless piece of shit," I hissed, stepped closer, pulled my hand back and slapped the smug look off his ugly face.

My reaction surprised me even more than it did him.

Slowly, he brought his hand to his cheek and grinned, "you actually slapped me." He announced, sounding both surprised and excited at the same time.

My initial thought was to apologize, as I would whenever I did something bad, but I knew I hadn't done anything wrong. Then, I thought of mocking the look on his face, just to return the same energy he had given me seconds ago, but I pushed the idea aside.

Instead, I just stood there, pulled my hands in tight fists and tried to breathe the anger out of my system. It was getting harder to do as my nails pierced the skin of my palms and dug into my flesh, but I ignored the stinging pain.

"The gardens, Alpha." I spat out the words, glaring daggers at him.

I watched him drop his hand to his side and shake his head in amusement. "You know, since I was in a good mood, I would gladly ignore the slap. Truth to be told, it was hot. The words you spat at me, yeah, that's something I can't ignore." My eyes widened as I listened to him rant. This man had to be the most delusional person ever to walk the face of Earth.

Honestly, a part of me kind of hoped that the slap would piss him off so much, he would lose it and kill me on the spot. I actually felt disappointed that he didn't.

But what he did next instantly had me overthinking my entire life. Every decision and action I had made, including the slap from a moment ago.

Bane plopped back on the couch and raised an eyebrow at me. "There are two ways you can earn my forgiveness," he started, and raised one finger. "One - you give me the most mind-blowing blowjob of my lifetime right here, right now." My face must have twisted in disgust because his grin became so wide, it looked like it could split his face in half as he added another finger and said, "two- tonight, during the private party I'm hosting, you are on the table." Now, I was confused. What the hell did he mean by saying I was on the table? Did he want me to dance or sleep on that damn table?

"Ah, I see the wheels twisting in your mind. Although I know you have an ability to think, I doubt your intelligence, reject. On the table as in literally, on the table. Anyone who wants you gets to fuck you. A little consolation prize for the emotional and physical torture you inflicted on poor, ol' me," he said, pointing at the cheek that had the red imprint of my hand on it.

Tears filled my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. This wasn't how I had ever imagined losing my virginity and experiencing intimate things with a man.

Although his sick ideas scared me to no end and I was sure he had no problem acting on his words, the idea that popped in my mind was way worse than anything he could do or say.

Gathering the last bits of the courage I had in me, I reminded myself I was an Alpha and could act like one, regardless of the circumstances.

I sucked in a deep breath and squeezed my fists with all my might, ignoring the blood that poured from my hands.

"Alpha," I started, hating the bitter aftertaste of the word left in my throat.

"I'm all ears, reject," he mused, clearly eager to listen to what I could say.

Against my better judgment, I opened my eyes and stared straight into his, showing no hint of fear whatsoever. "I know the concept of many things might seem foreign to you and your pack members, but some of us know our worth and do try their best to keep it."

One of his eyebrows nearly shot up to his hairline as he leaned forward, "carry on, consider you have caught my attention."

I hated how eager he was to listen to me, creating a clear scenario of my own downfall.

"I am a virgin," I admitted.

First, he looked taken aback, as if I caught him completely off guard, but then, he smiled too brightly as he stood up and started pacing the office while he kept running his hand through his hair. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I could swear you just told me you're a virgin," he said, sounding like he was struggling to hold back a fit of laughter.

"That's exactly what I said," I retorted.

One thing about any high ranked man and especially an Alpha was that those sick men really loved to be first in everything. Any competition they had to come in first. Sports, talents, drinking games and even women - they had to be the first

ones.

"Looks like I'll be choosing for you then," he suddenly stopped and turned to face me. There was a glint of mischief that danced in his eyes and I already knew I wouldn't like what he had to say even before the words spilled over his lips. "You're on the table tonight. But not for everyone. You're it for me tonight."

Bile instantly rose up in my throat, but I managed to force it back down even when he excitedly rubbed his hands together. "An Alpha female and a virgin? Look at me, hitting the fucking jackpot."

Before he could carry on with more disgusting remarks, I cleared my throat and set myself up for the one thing I had tried to escape even when I lived in the pack he had destroyed.

"My father had promised my hand in marriage to a very well-known and powerful Alpha. The deal wasn't based on uniting the packs and territories. It was money. A lot of it."

My words caught his interest. "How much money are we talking about here?" He asked.

"Ten million if the marriage happened within a week after my twenty-first birthday. Which is two months from now." I announced.

He took a moment to think and added. "That's actually perfect. I get to have my fun with you, be the first one to try out that pussy, and then, instead of thinking about how I could get rid of you, I can simply sell you off. Thanks for the head- up, reject," he laughed.

The laughter died down the moment I dropped the most important piece of information. "Alpha Killian agreed to hand over the Northern territories and pay five times the money if I remain a virgin until we are officially wed. Since I can't go back to the pack and retrieve the agreement my father signed, I can't remember every detail, but I do recall many clauses, all of them stating I was not allowed to get involved with a man. You don't have to believe me, so feel free to phone Alpha Killian and ask him a couple of questions, I'm sure he will gladly answer them all if you mention me."