Owned By The Alphas novel Chapter 7

The Feast

The food. Holy fuck, the food. If I didn’t have a tingling bite from an alpha on my thigh that was still making my blood burn then I could’ve sworn I was in heaven.

I never cared about food, it was a means to an end, a by-product of survival instinct, but one meal from the wolves and I had changed my mind.

Flavor burst in my mouth. A succulent piece of pork with loud crackling and mouthwatering apple sauce coated my tongue, and it was better than anything I’d ever tasted.

I moaned as it slid down my throat, closing my eyes to savor the taste. When I opened them, Nikolai was smirking at me. I glared.

“Some of us don’t have the privileges of food with flavor,” I snapped, embarrassed at the way I had fawned over the food like it was the first meal I’d ever had.

In my eyes, it was. The village did what they could and we weren’t starving, but it was always dry and not worth getting excited about.

Soggy veggies from the garden, dry meat from the slaughter hut, and some grown herbs that tried to cover the taste of it.

We got by, but the wolves? They got the best of everything: our best chickens, our best pigs, our best cows, and all our best garden growth.

It was all to go to the city, while we kept the leftovers, the ones the wolves would punish us for passing on.

All the gross shit.

“Then enjoy.” He nodded toward the food.

I wanted to push the plate away then, give in to my pride and refuse to do what I was told, but I was enjoying the food too much.

I dug in, scooping some mashed potatoes onto my plate and shoveling them into my mouth. I was disgusting, but I didn’t care. If he was going to fuck me anyway, then what should I care?

I looked around the table. The girls were happy, eating as ferociously as me, drinking, laughing with each other. Had they forgotten what we were there for?

I hadn’t.

I peered up at Nikolai, who wasn’t eating. He was watching. Not just me, all the girls, especially the ones from his village.

He looked at Derik and Braxton, who sat next to him, along the three-wide head of the table. They were eyeing the offerings too, and it made me nervous.

I didn’t mean to channel them, but I wanted to know what they were thinking and why they weren’t eating.

I froze as my emotions blended into theirs. There was hunger there, but it wasn’t for food.

I looked down at my plate, clearing my throat, unmoving as their want became mine, their lust became mine. Behind that, though, was an urgency, a lingering taste of what I could only describe as anxiety.

I frowned at that. They were nervous too? That made no sense, and they definitely didn’t look it.

“Stop it, Spitfire. Or I’m going to have to put you in time-out.” Braxton grinned, a hint of annoyance in his brow as he shoved me out of whatever emotions tainted my body.

I shuddered and went back to my own feelings, a sickness spreading in my stomach. I pushed my plate away, swallowing hard, ignoring the frowns from Nikolai and Derik.

“I can’t help it.” I shrugged, but he just smiled.

Nikolai scraped his chair back, then leaned down by my ear. “That’s your last drink,” he ordered, and I scoffed.

“You’re about to get my pussy. You’re not telling me how many drinks I can have to get through that,” I hissed, and he scowled.

“So damn stubborn,” he breathed, pulling my hair to the side, kissing my neck.

My breaths turned shaky, my hand clutching the wine cup.

“Last drink, Lorelai. Or I’ll tie your hands behind your back until it’s your turn,” he promised, and I shivered at the idea of being tied up by him, not as much of a threat as he intended it.

He chuckled, probably sensing that.

“Why?” I asked.

“I don’t want you incoherent when I’m inside you.”

He walked off then, going to get Perfect Portia while I took a gulp and watched him leave.

It took seconds for the moaning to start. Then the gasping, the screaming, and then more moaning.

My stomach turned at the noises. The other girls went quiet, enjoying their food in silence, drinking more wine as they pretended they couldn’t hear the noises.

I looked up at the girl opposite me. Her face was pale, her hair dark, her eyes wide and transfixed on the doors.