Bullied by the Alpha Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
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She was way too skittish, and it pissed him off.

Cassie brought out the protective side within him, and all he wanted to do was go and murder her pack. These feelings had never consumed him before. He should be thanking her pack for kicking her ass out so she came to him.

Glancing down at Elle, he watched his dog lick her lips, eyeing the muffin.

“It’s got chocolate in it, so you’re not having any. What should I do, huh? Should I ignore her?”

Ignoring her wasn’t an option. She was everywhere. Her scent had become part of the house.

From his vantage point, he watched as a couple more of the pack began to leave. They were putting their bags away in the car.

When they spotted him, they gave him a wave, and he acknowledged them back. His home was more like a hotel. People came and went when it suited them. Of course, he could demand their presence whenever he wanted it.

There was always some of his pack around him at all times. Since his mother passed, the house had seemed very lonely.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he got to his feet and made his way inside. He could just now imagine his mother finding his predicament hilarious.

Chapter Five

Cassie glanced into the basement where they kept the secured and locked rooms. For several nights she’d been dreaming of this place, and it was driving her crazy. She looked behind her and saw no one else was watching. Closing the door, she kept the light on as she made her way downstairs toward the main doors.

Each night she dreamed of Abel. Him holding her hard as he pulled her downstairs. No, not pulling, but leading her. She wasn’t scared either. His hand was always around her wrist, and within her dream she held a hint of excitement.

At the last step, she looked around each of the rooms that were there for feral wolves. They were empty. Jessica told her that they’d all be alerted if there were feral wolves on the property. Glancing into each of the rooms, Cassie’s gaze landed on the one at the back of the stairs.

Abel hadn’t wanted to show her that one, and yet in her dreams this was the one that he led her to every single time.

Standing in exactly the same position she did in her dream, she tried to peer inside, but there was no use.

She knew this was Abel’s room, that he trusted the pack not to go inside, but her curiosity got the better of her.

Reaching out, she took the key from the lock, holding it within her grasp. He always, always opened the door.

She flicked her thumb across the tip of the key and took a breath. “It’s just a door.” Placing it into the lock, she twisted it around as her heart raced.

Every single night she always woke up when the door opened. She didn’t have a clue what was behind this door, and she couldn’t stop herself.

It was like she was being led inside. Reaching in, she found the switch and turned it on. Before she could pull away, she entered the room and closed the door.

What she saw … surprised her.

There was a large bed at the end of the room. Black, silk-looking sheets lay on the four-poster bed. She saw the chains attached to each post. Stepping into the room, she saw cuffs hanging from the ceiling, and she reached out, touching them. This was a BDSM room, only it wasn’t. There weren’t any toys, whips, or floggers. She saw some dildos on a shelf with lubricant placed next to it, but other than that, nothing.

She moved toward the other wall that held a spanking bench, and she gasped as she heard the door open. There Abel stood in the doorway, watching her.

His anger was clear to see, and she just kept on staring.

“I have a few rules in my life and in my pack. Leaving this room alone and keeping it private is part of those rules. Did you not get the memo?”

“I got it.”

“Then why the fuck are you here?”

She winced at the aggression in his voice.

“You can’t follow simple instruction? You can’t read? What is it?”

“It’s not that.”

“Then why the fuck are you invading my room?”

“Because for the past week I’ve dreamed of this place.” There, she’s just thrown it out. She didn’t want him to know that he’d played a huge role in all of her dreams. Licking her lips, she leaned against the spanking bench.

It was actually a very modest room; not much in the way of equipment, but it looked spacious, sexy, closed-off. She noticed the mirrors around the room so that he’d be able to see what he was doing from all angles.

“What?” he asked.

She ran fingers through her hair and repeated herself.


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