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The Alpha's Breeder

By taytay91 All Rights Reserved ©

Fantasy / Romance

Thirteen : Hand Fed

The next ten minutes drawled by as I tried my best to eat but the awkwardness of the situation and his steady gaze settled onto my face did not help at all.

Why was he staring so much?

What is his problem?

I know he thinks that I am some sort of soul mate of his but there is no way that something as ludicrous as that can happen.

I don’t belong to anybody other than myself and I would like to keep it that way, thank you very much.

I pursed my lips before slowly laying the fork down onto the plate and watched as a frown made way onto his lips.

“You need to eat more, mate,” he urged, although I felt some hidden emotion in his words that seemed more like an order than a suggestion.

“I’m full,” I stubbornly replied as if I wasn’t talking down to the Alpha of this pack. You could say that my nerves were making me come off a little more arrogant and confident than I actually am.

Perhaps I may regret this when I wake up tomorrow morning with an arm or two missing.

“You will finish the rest of your meal,” he ordered when I crossed my arms across my chest with my eyes narrowed in a rather bratty and b*tchy way.

He’s going to have to reconsider calling me his “mate” and making me his Alpha Female. Who wants to have a b*tch for a mate?

“N----” I was halfway through saying that word when I was roughly dragged out of my chair and swiftly deposited onto his lap before I could even comprehend what was going on.

His hard chest was pressed tightly to my back while my bottom was settled on his lap before his arms wound around my waist in a loose hold.

My mouth dropped open in surprise at the sudden turn of events and I immediately try to remove myself but to no avail.

“Let me g-----Umph!!” I tried to speak when a forkful of medium rare steak was shoved into my mouth.

I forcefully bit down on the chunk of meat in hopes of getting my words out yet each time I try to talk he repeatedly shoves the chunks of steak into my mouth!

“The pup will need the nourishment since you are too thin right now,” he murmured against my ear.

His warm breath tickled my neck as I shrugged to get rid of the strangely erotic sensation.


What pup?

Someone here is too delusional for his own good!

“I’m not going to-----Umphff--” He once again feeds me the steak before I could even finish my sentence.

Damn him!


I’m going to eat the damned thing and get it over with and right after he’s going to have to feel my wrath!

Almost the whole steak later, he’s finally satisfied while my stomach is aching from being filled to the brim.

I’m so upset right now, steam could literally be coming out of my ears.

I quickly grabbed the glass of water and chugged it down before wiping the excess off and turning my head to him with a rather scathing look on my face.

“Look here you bastar---” He suddenly leaned in close until our nose’s almost touch and I somehow lose all coherent thought at the sudden movement.

Even up close he was damned near perfect. Curse him!

He leaned forwards until I could definitely feel the hard bulge press against my butt like no other. I choose not to comment on it as it is the cause of my sudden embarrassment.

“You were saying?” he playfully remarked as I could feel my cheeks burn hotly while my hands started to sweat like mad.

My heart was beating like a drum in my chest in both mortification and sexual awareness of some sorts.

“Y--You---I--” I stuttered, feeling like a high school student with a crush on the teacher or something.

Too close!

He is too damn close to my face!

“Now that we are both full, let’s get to bed, mate,” he pulled me up to a standing position yet my limbs felt like jelly, making me incapable of completely standing straight.


I definitely don’t like the way that he said those words. Because the way he phrased it, made it sound as if we were going to go to bed----together.

Which we are not and will not.


Not if I can help it anyways.

“I-I can go myself,” I stuttered, removing myself from his arms when he suddenly grabbed my wrist and dragged me back into them.

He suddenly looped his hand underneath my legs and lifted me completely off of the ground in a matter of seconds.

It was making my head spin from the speed that he was doing everything.

My stomach turned slightly as I clung to his shirt to try to calm my nerves and prayed that I didn’t throw up again.

I don’t like being treated like a doll for him to do with as he pleased!

“I will take you,” he stated before walking out of the room and taking a right instead of the left from where I had come from.

“You’re going in the wrong direction!” I cried, fisting his shirt in my hands and tugging as if he was going to turn back with my mediocre attempts.

I have a very very bad feeling about this.

“We will be returning to my room, mate,” he replied, steadily walking as if he didn’t have me in his arms, almost as if I didn’t weigh anything to him.

Didn’t that old woman say that his room was currently being remodeled?

“I thought your room was being remodeled, shouldn’t you wait until it’s finishe---” I sharply shouted, kicking my legs and flailing my arms.

I attempted to crawl my way off but he had a very tight grip on my waist.

“It has already been finished 30 minutes ago,” he replied matter-of-factly.


That’s too fast. I can’t believe my rotten luck!

As if noting my incredulous expression, he continued by saying, ” Did you forget, mate? We are werewolves. We are much quicker and more efficient than the average human.”

During my struggle, someone walked out of one of the rooms and saw my flailing limbs waving around and immediately turned back around and went back into their room but not before saying, “She’s ug---er hard to look at and she has attitude? Man, you got the short end of the stick, Alpha.”

I seriously did not know of another way to get out of this.

The teenager glanced at me before shaking his head and closing the door as if he was reprimanding me, the adult, for bad behavior.


“You will cease your useless struggling and childish behavior, mate,” he glanced down at me with a slightly annoyed expression to which I returned with a glare of my own.

His steady pace continued as he tread up a set of stairs.

Before I knew it, Eros opened the double expensive oak doors to a room that I could only assume was his and closed it with a muffled click behind us.

Aw shoot.

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