The Beast's Possession
20: Offer a helping hand.

**Aife

pov**

The more time I spent around the so-called Alpha, the more sure I was that he had a stick so far up his ass, he could probably taste it.

It had been barely three days since he threatened me and dragged me to his house and I was already feeling like I was trapped in pits of hell.

Last night, I barely closed an eye. Maybe thirty minutes after falling asleep, I woke up because of an odd feeling, just to replace that creep standing next to my bed, staring.

As he explained, he had stood there waiting and glaring because he wanted me to bring him a glass of water. Of course, he couldn't just go downstairs and fetch one himself, he needed me for that.

Every time I started dozing off, I jerked in bed because of my paranoia of him appearing out of nowhere and doing unimaginable things to me.

That was the downside of sleeping in the enemy's house.

And today, when I woke up, he instantly sent me to the kitchen to do the dishes. Needless to say, I had no idea when he managed to create such a mess, but the guy left the kitchen in a worse condition than a war field.

He had two sinks in the kitchen, both piled with dirty dishes. There were leftovers of food even on the walls and honestly, as I started cleaning, I could imagine him throwing spaghetti at the walls just to spite me. "I'll need you in the garden next," he announced as he entered the kitchen, startling me out of my skin.

I wanted to scream at him so bad, but I knew I had to learn how to control my temper, if I didn't want to give him a chance to fulfill his threats.

"Yes, Alpha," I replied as calmly as I could.

His head shot up and eyes tore away from the phone he was holding. From the corner of my eye, I could see the look of sheer shock on his face, and for some reason, I enjoyed it.

At this point, every time I acted like an obedient little maid, his reactions were far better than those when I kept defying his commands and title.

"Yes, Alpha?" He repeated my words as a question, emphasizing the Alpha part.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, faking concern.

He stood completely dumbfounded for at least two minutes until he managed to break out of the state of confusion and started shaking his head like the rabid dog he truly was. A manic laugh escaped him as he stalked closer to me. "Well, I'll be damned. She grew brain cells."

I had no idea what game he was playing this time, but I did my best to act unfazed by his behavior. This time, thankfully, he didn't try to grab me and drag me around like a rag doll.

"I think I like this new, submissive side of you just as much as I like the stubborn side. You're full of surprises. Anyway, finish up here and then join me in my office so I can tell you what's the next thing on your agenda for today," he announced, winked at me and left the kitchen.

As soon as the asshole left the room, I felt like I could breathe again. Just staying close to him was an actual torture and the longer he stuck around, the more I wanted to bash his face against the wall and leave him bleed to death. There were no words I could use to describe just how much I hated him.

As my blood started boiling in anger, I wondered how someone could be that delusional. He just hopped from pack to pack, killed everyone in his way, and then, acted as if he hadn't committed a crime.

If I managed to get out of here alive, which already for itself felt like an impossible task, especially after the details I learned from Delta, I had to go to the Council and tell them what this man was doing.

Fuming and mumbling curse words under my breath, I zoned out until I realized I had cleaned the mess in less than an hour. First, when I entered the kitchen, I was sure it would take me a week to get rid of the catastrophe he created. Thankfully, I was wrong.

I walked around the kitchen to double check every bit of the room and ensure I hadn't forgotten or overlooked a speck of dirt. Once I was absolutely sure it was done, I went to look for the asshole.

I had to take a few deeper breaths to brace myself as I stood at the door of his office. Slowly, I raised my hand and knocked on the door until I heard his voice call out, "come in!"

Goddess, the moment I did, I wished I hadn't.

The monster sat on the sofa in the corner of his office, legs spread wide, his pants dropped to his knees and his, umm, thing, exposed. He was actually holding himself and panting as his hand started moving up and down the ugly thing. A loud gasp left me as I spun around to look away. The last thing I wanted was to watch him pleasure himself. Sick asshole.

"Hey, what's wrong sweetheart? Don't tell me this is the first time you've seen a dick," he chuckled.

"I've seen one before and it was plenty enough for me," I spat back.

Truthfully, I was grateful he didn't catch on to the meaning behind my words because while he was talking about the thing he was holding in his hand, I was addressing him.

All he did was laugh at me for a few seconds and then, a loud groan broke the laughter. I stood aside like an idiot, suffering through the awful sounds he was making until I couldn't take anymore.

"May I please leave and return when you aren't as busy, Alpha?" I spat the words through gritted teeth.

"No," he moaned. "I'm almost done here."

Shivers of pure, raw disgust ran all over my body. I wanted to be anywhere but here. At this point, laying dead in the ditch or burning in the flames of hell seemed like a much better option than sticking around this shameless man.

Worst of all, I had a feeling that he knew that there was nothing that could make me suffer more than the things he was doing.

No punishment was worse for me than embarrassment.

I knew it sounded absolutely ridiculous, but it was true. I had been shouted at, beaten up, tortured and thrown in the cells a couple of times, but those things never made me feel even half as bad as this did.

I suspected it was that way simply because physical pain came and went. It wasn't hard to bury memories like that and completely forget about them until triggered.

This type of behavior, however, was the haunting, random thought that just popped in one's mind in the worst moments possible. A memory impossible to erase, coming back with a wave of emotions to remind one just how bad it was.

A psychological torture? Perhaps that was his approach. Perhaps he stripped, humiliated, ridiculed, and exposed me to all these things to burn them in my memory forever?

Suddenly, I was startled out of my thoughts by a loud, growl-like moan. "Fuck!"

I pulled my hands in tight firsts while he kept cursing and mumbling something.

"You know, reject, this would feel way better if you'd have the balls to watch me jerk off. Or even better, if you offered a helping hand," he kept mocking me.

Ignoring his words, I sucked in a deep breath and focused on playing the obedient maid. "I finished cleaning the kitchen, Alpha. I believe you mentioned something about the gardens, may I know what is the next thing you want me to do?" Holding my breath, I waited for the next command. No sounds came, so I deemed it a safe situation to turn around and check if he hadn't died. I wish I hadn't.

The moment I spun around to look at him, he was right in front of me. He shoved me against the door and pressed his body so close to mine, even my skin felt sick. Then, he leaned closer to whisper, "why didn't you offer me a helping hand, reject?"