Claimed by The Rogue Alpha
Claimed By The Rogue Alpha Chapter 62

With slow breaths, Lyons pulled away from Leah. He pulled up his underwear and pants, coming to stand before Leah who was a bit dazed. She bit her lips as her crotch burned. A mixture of pain and pleasure. She straightened her dress, wiping her lips clean. Lyons' gaze was flashed at her in such manner that set her on edge. With the way his brows were knotted, she wasn't sure if he was okay. But rather than query him on that, she kept quiet-returning his gaze. And then, he parted his lips. His brows relaxing a bit. "I'm disappointed at you." His icy blue eyes sparkled from nothing besides hate. Disgust. "Highly disappointed."

He began to retreat, his eyes still on her. In one sleek move, he turned around, and left the apartment.

Leah stood, gaping. He was disappointed? He was disappointed? What did he mean by that? She couldn't say she wasn't surprised. In fact the word 'surprise' was a huge understatement to what she felt now. He was disappointed at her? For opening her legs and letting him f**k her in the most undignified manner.

Leah's throat squeezed up; she shut her eyes. She was a fool. What Lyons had basically done was to force himself on her, but rather than fight him, rather than resist, rather than push him away or strike him at his c**k, she stood still, and even went ahead to moan. Her stomach churned. Her head felt light. Using the wall as a support, she got to a sofa and plopped down.

This was...rape, wasn't it? He'd been forceful. But her subconscious mocked her. How the f**k was it r**e? Of course along the line she had given him consent. She'd let him do his thing and had even contributed in the act. The emotions were so strong, she broke down in tears. Her shoulders heaving violently.

Her instinct had been right after all. Lyons wasn't to be trusted. There was something fishy about him. But she'd been an idiot. She'd been carried away by his looks. She was a fool. A f*****g fool.

***

She woke up with a different breed of excitement. The kind that opened up a can of butterflies in her stomach. The kind that set up her heat rate to one thousand miles per minute. Oh, how she'd waited for this day, even though it'd just been three days before she'd come up with the plan.

She was going to take extra time in showering and dressing up. Wouldn't want to come out looking plain. And so, while the others rushed to start up the day's work, she took her time to get ready. Her underarms weren't yet due for a shave, but that wasn't going to stop her from driving a razor in there. She shaved her underarms, groin and legs-all the way up to her thighs. Next she poured out a generous amount of shampoo and massaged it deep into her scalp.

Done washing up, she rummaged her sack for some befitting outfit. Yes, something nice, but not over-the-top. She didn't want to throw her infatuation at his face.

A red flannel shirt and a pair of jeans was just the right thing. Pretty basic for an average female, but not for her. She'd got the hips. She knew it, and now was the time to use it to her advantage. She tucked in the shirt to give more emphasis to her broad beam. As for her hair, she wasn't going to let it down as that was yet another giveaway. Instead, she would part it at the centre and wear it in a low ponytail.

There wasn't any mirror to know how good she looked, but that wasn't much of an issue. Deep down, she knew she looked the part. Dabbing some powder, she grabbed her phantom bag and left the room. Seconds later, she was in Unit II. There, she'd sign the necessary documents before meeting him.

Done signing the papers, a guard led her away. Her heart pumping each minute. Excitement threatened to make a fool out of her. She wasn't sure if she could contain the bubbling emotions, but she knew her dignity depended on how superior she was over them. They came upon Unit III, and her excitement only heightened. This is it. This is it!

The guard pushed the door open, ushering her into the fairly large room. She knew just what to do. Get to the room by the left. So, braced up and moved forward.

A matron welcomed her in, and without saying a word, she took off her clothes. The matron assessed her, on the lookout for any contraband. Satisfied, the matron dismissed her.

She left the room and went for the chair stationed across The Master's. She couldn't lie, the searching and everything was annoying as hell. It was dehumanising. But whatever, the most important thing was that she was here now and could potentially be undressed by The Master himself. She pinned her lips, trying to shut her mind to the potential hot spicy session. Calm down, girl.

Just then, the door swung open. She had the urge to turn around. However, she knew better. It marked disrespect. Just then, the door swung open. She had the urge to turn around. However, she knew better. It marked disrespect. "Good morning, Miss. O'Neal."

Her eyes widened. That wasn't the voice she'd wanted to hear. No, no, no. She looked up, and instantly, her heart fell to her stomach. No, not him. Not this frog-eyed butler!

"Morning, Yosef," She coughed out.

"Family emergency, huh."

She almost cast him a glare.

"Anyways. You know the rules. Do get us the doctor's report after the visit," he said, walking towards her. "Take off your shoes."

Begrudgingly, she did so. Yosef squatted and inserted the GPS device into her tennis shoes.

"Okay, Miss. See you in a week's time."

She stood up and walked out of the door with one question in mind. Why the hell had Yosef been the one to install the GPS? That was the job of The Master.

She gnashed her teeth as she neared the main exit. This had been her chance to entice him. To finally have him in her arms, but as always, things went south. It wasn't fair that her plans always had a way of blowing up at the last minute. And what the f**k could have kept The Master occupied? Work? Argh!

As she made it outside, her haze happened upon the maze. It was almost overgrown, but the picture was clear. Two people soaked in the rain. Bodies slammed against each other, sounds of pleasure filling the air. The picture was a replica of the last time. Except that she-Andrea O'Neil was the lady propped up against the bushes by The Master. She, and not that lazy a*s slave girl.

Hopefully, this one week leave would afford her the opportunity to plot more properly. And Lord have mercy, this time around, the slave girl wasn't just going to break out in a rash.