Rejected Slave To The Alpha novel Chapter 5

Chapter five.

Nelly’s POV.

The raspy sound of a ragged breath raked across my senses. I raised my head, my gaze drawn to Alpha Kex, his expression unreadable.

A heavy silence stretched between us, broken only by the rasp of his breath. I felt my pulse quicken as his eyes swept over me, searching for something I couldn't discern. Time seemed to stand still as we stood there.

“What's your name?” he growled, his voice low and gruff.

I rolled my eyes internally. Didn't he just hear Aisha call me by name?

“Nelly,” I said, meeting his gaze. He grunted, a displeased sound.

“You have got a mouth on you,” he said, his tone sharp. “And I don't like a wolf who talks back. You forgot to add 'Alpha' when you spoke.”

He leaned in close, his grip on my cheeks tightening. I felt a mix of emotions — fear, anger, and something I couldn't quite place.

“I'm sorry, Alpha,” I said, my voice quivering. “My name is Nelly…… Alpha” I stutter.

“Good,” he replied, releasing me from his grasp. I took a step back, my cheeks burning with humiliation.

I could feel the heat of embarrassment rising in my cheeks, and I longed to rub them, but I was afraid to move a muscle in front of him. He was so commanding, so intimidating, and I hated it, but what else could I expect from a ruthless Alpha?

I stood frozen in place, my fists clenched at my sides. A part of me wanted to run, to escape this terrifying situation, but another part of me stood rooted to the spot, like a rabbit caught in a trap.

He crossed his arms behind his back, his eyes taking over me like a predator sizing up its prey. I held my clothes close to my body, a meager defense against his piercing gaze.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in shallow gasps. My skin prickled with unease, my mind whirling with possibilities.

Was he going to hurt me? Was he going to say something cruel? Or was he just going to stand there, surveying me like an object to be used?

Finally, he spoke, “You will need to lose some weight,” he said, his gaze still running over my body.

I bristled at his comment, my annoyance growing. Did he think I wasn't aware of my appearance? What right does he have to bodyshame me? I was about to give him a piece of my mind, to tell him I was perfect the way I am, but I held myself, reminding myself he was above me.

“What have you got to say for yourself?” he hissed, his breath warm against my neck.

I froze, his proximity overwhelming. How close had he gotten without me noticing? It was then that I realized he was just inches away from me, his eyes fixed on mine.

“Yes, Alpha,” I stammered, the words coming out in a trembling whisper.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he took a step back.