Alpha Loren

Chapter 187 Chapter 187



Chapter 187 Chapter 187

I still lay in the bed hours later drawing imaginary circles and patterns on the sheets with the tip of my

finger. It had been the worse day of my life from start to finish. I hadn't slept, eaten and besides one

glass of water, I'd had nothing to drink either. But I wasn't thinking about that anymore. I was numb to it.

Andrea had returned two hours after he left but didn't come upstairs which I was eternally grateful for.

The thought of seeing him made me feel sick to the stomach and intensified the dull ache in my head.

"Blanca!" his voice called from the stairs as I heard his footsteps come up. "Get up, it's time to cook."

I internally groaned but didn't move an inch.

He then reached the room which had grown dark and flicked on the light. He was in my visual field but I

refused to look at him.

"You look like shit," he said. "Have a shower and find some clothes to change into. Or I'll do it for you."

I didn't respond or even move until he had left the room at which point I slowly sat up and ran my

fingers through my knotty hair.

The bathroom was bright and the dazzling light burnt my eyes but I forced myself into the shower

where the hot water and steam brought at least some comfort. Being clean of Andrea's touch was a

relief too. I then wrapped myself in the largest towel possible and searched through the drawers looking

for something to wear.

I eventually found a drawer with woman's clothes in. They all seemed unworn and clean but also

slightly obscene. I found the least revealing skirt there was and the loosest shirt but all the underwear

was clearly designed to be seen.

I sighed at all the red lace and thongs and grabbed the first panties and first bra I saw, not caring if they

matched.

After buttoning the shirt all the way up and pulling the skirt as far down as possible so that my panties

weren't on show, I headed downstairs.

When I got downstairs, Andrea had laid out some spaghetti, tomatoes, herbs and other various

ingredients you need to make spaghetti bolognese. He was fortunately nowhere to be seen so I got to

work cutting onions and garlic.

"Finally doing as you are told, I see," his voice said as he came into the kitchen. "That didn't take long.

Why did your Alpha have so much trouble with you?"

Because he cares about me and would never hurt me.

"I don't know," I replied quietly.

I then felt him draw up behind me and put his hands under my armpits and towards my chest. I froze

and stared down at the knife in my hand as he reached for the buttons on my shirt.

"That's better," he said after he had undone the top four buttons and pulled my skirt up a little. "I don't

want you hiding your beautiful body...especially from my business partners."

He then smacked my ass and disappeared out the kitchen leaving me still with the knife in my hand.

That was the perfect opportunity to kill the bugger but I was...scared.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang and Andrea immediately left his office to open it.

"Andrea! Hola!" an unfamiliar voice greeted.

"Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared

in the kitchen.

"And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but

obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand

English.

"Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo

Loren."

"Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give

the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

"Eh," Andrea said with a shrug. "I managed to put her in her place nice and quick. If you know what I

mean."

They all nodded and laughed between themselves. Haha, so funny.

They sat around the table for the next twenty minutes as I cooked talking loudly and drinking beer.

Every now and then, Andrea would look up and eye me, giving me an approving nod that I was doing

what I was supposed to be.

"Had you ever been with a man other than your Alpha, Blanca?" One of them asked as I tested the

pasta to see if it was cooked.

"No," I replied.

"Ahh, you saved your virginity for him then?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"How sweet," Andrea jeered.

"Who'd you think would be better in bed, Alpha Loren or Andrea?" the one I believed to be Pablo

questioned.

"Answer wisely," another warned.

"Andrea," I replied after a long pause. Obviously, it was a lie and everybody at the table knew it. The

truth was clear.

"That's my girl," Andrea said, "Now get us more beers."

"She's hot. How much for a night?" one asked as I walked to the fridge.

"I'm not sharing, Giovanni," Andrea replied. "She's mine."

"Shame. What about a kiss?"

"Hmm...fifty thousand," Andrea suggested as I got four beers out the fridge and brought them back to

the table.

"Deal," Giovanni replied. Unfortunately, I was stood next to him as I handed out the beers meaning his

hand could easily slide up the inside of my leg.

For some reason, I looked at Andrea for help but he did nothing but laugh. I felt a sudden wave of

anger, why the hell was I letting them get away with this? I'll help my fucking self.

"Get off me," I hissed grabbing Giovanni's hand and twisting it back behind his back before pushing his

head into the table. He let out a whimper to which the other three around the table laughed at.

"You're gonna let a woman treat you like that, Giovanni?" Pablo asked. "Look at the size of her. You're

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He tried to get out of my grip but I held him tight, fueled by anger and adrenaline.

"Blanca, let him go," Andrea ordered after I had been holding his arm awkwardly bent for ten or so

seconds. "Ella," he repeated.

I completely ignored Andrea which led him to promptly get out of his seat and effortlessly prize me off

his friend.

"Fucking bitch," Giovanni cursed as he stood up and straightened himself up. He then hit me hard

across the face as Andrea held my arms down by my side. There were a few moments of absolute

silence before he lurched forward and repulsively kissed me on the lips as he held my face in his dirty

great hands and Andrea held me still. His breath reeked of beer and his skin smelt of cigarettes and

tequila.

"Just a second," Andrea said to his friends when he was quite done before hauling me out the kitchen

and up the stairs into his room.

"You fucking deserved that. I would have done it harder myself," he growled roughly wiping the blood

off my nose with a tissue. "I don't like that man and he is worthless to me but if I tell you to do

something, you do it, right?"

I nodded.

"So why didn't you let go of him when I told you to?" he asked bringing his face close to mine and

shaking me by my shoulders. "I don't want them thinking I can't control a fucking woman."

"I'm sorry," I said. "Just please don't let him touch me again."

"Depends how much he offers me, babe. I've made fifty thousand off you already tonight. So, you're

going to come back downstairs, serve our dinner, not speak unless spoken to and do everything I tell

you to, got it?"

I nodded again and he dragged me back downstairs.

"I thought you had her on a leash, Andrea?" Giovanni asked as we came back into the kitchen.

"Oh, I do. She'd never dare to even try to do that to me," he replied sitting back down as I got the pasta

out the pan. "See women are like animals chasing prey. If they think they can take you, they will. She

obviously perceived you as weak."

I bit my tongue at his 19th-century comparison and said everything I wanted to say to him in my head.

"Hmm," Giovanni said with a forced smile before swigging half his beer.

Five minutes later, I was serving them their meals. Andrea insisted that I sat next to him and ate

something too. Truthfully, I was now starving but the eyes of four disgusting men staring at you whilst

you try to eat is off-putting - to say the very least.

"What's up, Blanca?" Andrea asked halfway through the meal. His hand rested on my bare leg as he

looked me in the eye. "Your food is good. Why aren't you eating?"

"I'm not hungry," I replied, wary of where his hand was and how tightly he was now gripping.

"Eat," he said imperatively.

I looked down and picked up my fork and he took his hand off.

When the meal was over, I cleared up and Andrea made me sit with his friends for hours. They drank

beer after beer and joked about sexist, racist and homophobic things that I didn't find in the slightest bit

funny. They also made inappropriate comments about Me and then Leo and then our Kids.

"So what do you want with Loren's mate anyway?" Giovanni asked. He'd been staring at me for some

time without a word and still seemed to be fuming from earlier. "She seems more bother than she's

worth."

"Four reasons. One, she's hot and very fuckable. Two, she's a little trophy giving me the one up on the

supposed most powerful man in the world. Three, Loren messed with me so I'm going to mess with

him. And finally, I want his pack and we all know stealing a man's mate is the best way to control him,"

Andrea explained.

My eyes widened at the final reason. Andrea wants the pack?

"So you're planning for world take over?" Pablo asked.

"Pretty much. And this little one, is going to help me," he replied. "But not yet. He's 29 right now and

probably the strongest he's ever been. We'll leave him for five years with eight kids but no mate and

see how he's doing then."

"So you plan to keep her for five years?" Giovanni asked. "Surely you could spare one night."

"I don't think you can handle her," Andrea said with a laugh. "You might end up dead."

Giovanni narrowed his eyes, "I'd like to see what she does with a gun to her head."

Andrea paused for a moment before turning to me.

"Blanca, stand up," he ordered. I reluctantly did and he pointed to the spot on the other side of the table

next to Giovanni. I gingerly walked over there cursing them all to hell. "Ordinarily I wouldn't allow this

but to make up for what happened earlier, it feels right. Blanca, get down on your knees."

"Why?" I questioned.

"Don't ask questions. Just do it," he replied sternly.

I stared blankly at Andrea but he only raised an eyebrow urging me to do it. So I slowly knelt on the

floor and Giovanni grabbed my hair with a grin as he reached for his belt.

"How much is this going to cost me, Andrea?" He asked.

"Totally free," he said. "A gift."

Giovanni nodded.

"But you can't cum," Andrea added. "I don't want your jizz in my bitch's mouth."

He paused from unbuckling his trousers and let out a slight laugh.

"I knew there'd be a catch," he said letting go of my hair and pushing me away. "Fuck you, Andrea."

Andrea laughed and beckoned for me to come back to his side. He took my shaking hand in his and

kissed my forehead.

"She's mine," Andrea said. "None of you can have her. Especially not before me."

He then turned to me.

"You are excused, Blanca," he said. "Go upstairs. I'll be up later."

I nodded and gladly left the kitchen.


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