Fated is overrated

Chris POV

One of the excuses I use to always pick on her is her exotic looks, even though she is admittedly beautiful. "She looks a bit like Lola with that hair and eye color. But how can that be? She is an orphan and doesn't have any siblings or other family for that matter?". When she is just out of sight I hear Ashton say "dude that is Lola...". What?! I can't help but let out a loud growl, which I know is heard by everyone at the entire party and even pipes over the music, as I am an Alpha and my growls and roars are louder than normal wolves.

I don't know why, but seeing her like this infuriates me and before I can't even get a grasp on why I seem to be so affected by this. I find myself stalking towards her, my black eyes piercing out as my wolf is also infuriated.

With my anger getting the best of me I yank her arm to drag her away from her friends and practically toss her up the stairs. She is always pretty composed even with the worst times we have given her, but as my anger is dripping off me I can smell the fear coming off her in thick waves.

Good, just the way I like it to be. Who does she think she is, showcasing herself like that and deliberately getting all the guys there to fawn over her?

Does she want to get used or even r*ped or something, dressing like that? Perhaps what irks me even more is that I am by far the hottest and most eligible guy here and (although I have bullied her) she has never looked or smiled at me the way she was looking at that ugly f*cker she was standing next to. Not that I want her to.

I don't need anything from any woman, but she should want me like all other women do. You see this is the problem with women. They think they can dress up and be in charge of us, that they can hold all the power. But this b*tch needs to be taught a lesson. A lesson she won't forget.

Slamming the door shut, I stare at her frame, my eyes still pitch black I am sure. I am so infuriated. I know it must be hard for her to breathe as I am oozing anger right now.

But she doesn't show any signs of being affected by it, which spikes my anger even more. I start my lesson by asking her why she is dressed like a f*cking wh*re.

It's not really true actually, her dress is revealing but not showing too much, many of the girls downstairs are wearing way sluttier clothes. But I can't help but spit out the words anyway.

She is supposed to be the grey mouse we made her to become. She is supposed to be obedient. She is supposed to be at my feet like all other women. And somehow she isn't. After raising my voice and

demanding an answer, she finally finds some brain cells to speak up "I.... I didn't think of it this way, I thought this dress would be ok as most of the cheerleaders wear similar outfits or worse than mine at these parties...".

Thinking of what guys like me and Ashton do to those cheerleaders I feel even angrier somehow. "And do you know what guys do to little wh*res dressed like you?".

She seems genuinely confused by my words, but she can drop the innocent act now. Although I have managed to turn the entire pack against her, boys will be boys.

And looking the way she does, I am sure she has had her fair share of s*xual encounters. And if not in our pack, perhaps in the human town I have heard she visits a lot. The thought alone irks me even more than I already am.

I feel her confusion shift to anger and then I hear her speak the proverbial nails in her coffin "I am not a f*cking wh*re and what I do or do not do is up to me to decide and nobody else's damn business!".

Oh she has done it now. Nobody speaks to me like that! My anger erupts through a ground-shaking growl while I violently toss her on the bed.

"If you don't want to answer me then I might as well show you, don't I?" I smirk, knowing full well what I have in mind for her now. I'll show her who's boss. Smirking, I unzip my pants.

I am so f*cking hard my bulge is ready to erupt from my pants. Her eyes widen and she seems frozen in spot. I smirk even harder. Good girl.

Just when it looks like she finally got her senses back to not mess with the Alpha, she starts gagging whilst looking straight at my bulge. If I thought I was angry before, that was a walk in the park compared to what I am feeling now.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Unable to control my rage I launch on top of her, pinning her down while sitting on her chest. She is going to gag alright, but it will be with my rock hard c*ck in her pretty little mouth. I must have a r*pe fetish somehow, because this is literally the hardest I have ever been.

I am so hard it almost hurts. She actually f*cking gags at me again and taking the opportunity, I grab her by the throat to make her gasp for air, giving me a perfect entry point.

I can't help but give her one last sneer whilst freeing my dripping c*ck with my other hand "you should have just been an obedient little wh*re and none of this would have happened.

Now are you ready to take my c*ck in and please me as you should? Maybe you can still taste some of the 3 wh*res that came before you tonight".

Although it isn't true as I never let anyone touch my bare skin - I just want to irk her one last time before I get ready to push the pre cum on my tip against her soft plush lips. They look so soft and wet, f*ck I am going to enjoy this.