Two Alphas, One Mate
Sleeping Beauty

Trigger Warning: This chapter is filled with violent / sexual acts that may offend some readers. If preferred, please skip this chapter.

Aria

I love him.

I want him.

He was MINE.

It was something I said to myself every day when I woke up. No matter who was laying down beside me, he was always on my mind. My one true love, the only one that would ever understand me, only to be overshadowed by some immature bitch.

“Up already?” I glanced over to see Iris and another young warrior I could barely remember. I think I had one too many drinks last night. Ever since she was taken, Holden has been a nightmare to deal with so sometimes I found myself in strange beds I would never thought I would end up in.

“Yea,” I lit a cigarette as I sat up in the bed. Watching the two men that probably cared more for each other then me.

I was the odd one out.

I mean, the sex was amazing, but I knew they preferred their own equipment.

“You mind?” Iris put his hand out.

I sighed, “Help yourself.” I took another puff.

“Why don’t you just tell him?” Iris put the cigarette in his mouth, “Could you?” He signaled for me for the lighter.

“Oh, right, here.” I flicked the lighter and lit the end of his stick.

We both sat and watched the young man purring in his sleep.

“How was he?” I blew the smoke lightly away from the bed, hoping not to wake up the sleeping beauty.

“Much to learn, but it was a pleasure.”

“For such a perv like yourself, you don’t go into much detail on your sexual encounters.”

“I’m not a child.” He smirked as he blew smoke in my face.

“Fuck you Iris.”

Suddenly, sleeping beauty turned, but thankfully, was not awoken.

“Well, if you must ask, it was a pleasure with you as well.” Iris lightly chuckled.

I sighed heavily, I mean, it was fun last night, but with Holden was better. It was all that I wanted, but he was so wrapped up in Diana the past few weeks he’s completely isolated himself.

“Just talk to him.” Iris lightly ran his fingers through sleeping beauty’s wisped chocolate brown hair.

“Maybe your right.” I got out of bed and started to dress.

The thoughts, the dreams, my obsessive behavior were getting out of hand. I wanted to tell Holden the truth. I know I had a hard exterior, but deep down, I ached to be loved.

“Holden?” I lightly nocked on the side of the wall as there was still no door.

There was no response.

It was dark inside his room, the drapes were covered over the window, but I could hear him breathing.

He must be sleeping.

“Holden?”

Fuck it, I’m going in.

“Holden? You there?”

Still no response. Why was this asshole so caught up in his emotions? It wasn’t like him at all to be so wrapped up over a woman.

“Holden?” I whispered as I tiptoed towards the bed. The room was in shambles from the first night they took her, he refused to allow Iris to get his men to clean it up.

I finally got view of the bed, I could see Holden’s bare feet stick on the end. Wafts of stale booze filled the air as my feet lightly tossed the empty bottles to the side. I’ve never seen him like this EVER. I actually felt mad about the whole thing. How could that bitch take for granted the life she had here, and let herself be taken? I wish she would have just got caught in the crossfire and we would all be done with her useless existence.

“Holden, its me.” I nudged his foot. He was rock still. His breathing was heavy, like he was in a deep sleep. He was wearing no clothes. Although he was in a dirty drunken state, the sight of his body was beginning to make me feel warm inside. He always had that effect on me.

“I could smell your stench woman.” Finally, he spoke. His voice was rasped, probably from the copious amounts of alcohol he’s been drinking day and night.

“I’m checking up on you is all.” He had his ways, but so did I. We were so damn similar it wasn’t funny.

“You done fucking Iris and that warrior? What’s his name?”

I couldn’t help but to slightly gasp. How the hell did he know about that?

“You surprised?” Holden kept speaking but his body remained still, “I was watching you get your tight little pussy fucked.” He laughed and his body slightly moved.

“What the hell do you care anyways?” I crossed my arms and narrowed my glance. He was probably jealous.

“The great Red headed Vixen, ARIA, is getting pity fucked by Iris, the gay man.” His laughing continued, “Pathetic.”

“I must have put on a good show for you then for you to watch me.” I walked over to the drapes hanging over the window as Holden got out of bed.

“PLEASE, don’t flatter yourself, I enjoyed watching your face despise Iris and that young man as they made love to each other. You’re just a pitiful play toy to fuck, nothing more.”

“You are really good with your words Holden, unfortunately for you, I can read between the lines.”

“What the fuck does that supposed to mean?”

I turned my head as I kept my body facing the window, peaking over my shoulder, watching him sit upright on the bed as he slowly woke from his delusional reality.

“You’re jealous.”

Holden erupted in laughter, “JEALOUS?! Please, I got enough on my plate. You think I should be worried about some sad little puppy dog act you put on? You’re looking for sympathy wherever you can replace it. You’re like that because you have no one. You have no friends, no blood family, only ME. You’re an attention whore.”

I held my breathe as I contemplated biting back, maybe it will piss him off? I couldn’t give two shits anymore.

“At least I am strong enough to not get my head so far up my ass that I drown myself in booze to cover the shame in letting one puny little girl get away from the pack house.” If that doesn’t set him off, I don’t know what will. Maybe I like the danger of Holden, maybe just maybe, it turns me on.

Seconds rolled by, I turned my body towards him, Holden was silent. Possibly deciding what he was going to do. Maybe he will take me right here? Maybe he will fuck me on the steel door that still laid on the crumbled wall.

“You my girl, have no IDEA.” His eyes were blackened, his chest began rapidly beating. His hands were balled into fists.

I love him.

I want him.

He was mine.

This was the only way I could control him. Setting off his impulsive behavior. Turning him to me when the truth is staring him in the face. He knew I was right; I was the only damn one that could tell him the truth.

Maybe it was time for me to tell him the truth.

“You know what the difference is between Diana and you?”

I raised my eyebrows waiting for him to respond.

“She doesn’t carry herself around like a whore.”

Typical response. He was trying to get a raise out of me.

“Isn’t that just your type?”

“Perhaps.” He stood up; I could still see the rage building up inside him. Like a new life spurting out of his body.

“I need to tell you the truth then.”

He came closer, his eyes darker than before. I wasn’t scared. I knew who he was. We were the only ones that understood each other. We were always meant to be together.

“And what’s that little red head?”

He was standing over me now and I refused to cower.

“We are meant to be mates.” I blurted out.

I finally said it.

FINALLY.

It felt so good to let it out.

Holden stopped; his breathing intensified. I even heard a slight chuckled in his tone, “MATES?!”

“Poor little Aria, looking for acceptance, looking for a mate…”

“She’s gone, she’s not coming back, whether you like it or not.”

Suddenly, he was behind me, locking my arms behind my back. I didn’t resist. I wanted to hear his answer.

“Diana is a thousand times the woman you will ever be. Maybe it’s not what you wanted to hear, but it’s the truth. I’ll never be your mate; she is the only mate I will have. Like I said before,” He rammed my body hard into the nearby wall as he whispered his next words, “You are just a toy for me, nothing more. While Diana is Luna, she will bear my pups, you will grow withered and wrinkled, used like a sexy toy that you are, and she will be my mate, our Luna, YOUR Luna, until our very last breath.”

He was in denial. I knew it in my heart.

“You’re wrong.” I gritted through my teeth.

“Say whatever makes you feel better, but I know what will make you feel better now.” Holden’s hand abruptly pulled my pants off, ripping on side at the seams, exposing my naked bottom half. I hadn’t had the time to slip on underwear this morning.

“Look at you. No panties, just bare like a whore you are.”

Holden’s foot jammed into mine, separating my legs as I remained pinned on the wall.

“You will be my plaything always, nothing more, do you understand?”

I remained silent, focusing on my sore pussy below, but I still ached for him.

“Do you understand?” His grip tightened, winding my lungs that were compressed between his large body and the wall.

“YES!” I yelled out.

“Good girl.”

There was no lathering, there was no foreplay, it was only Holden’s hard cock entering me forcefully me. I screamed, I yelled, I tensed my legs as he rammed into me as hard as he could. This wasn’t sex, this wasn’t the usual fun, this was raw fucking. I was just a little fuck toy to him, and he made it clear.

Amongst the thrusts and his moaning, a deep dark part of me began to bubble up. I had to take matters into my own hand to get what I wanted. Holden’s mind was too far gone to show him the truth.

“You know what my father did when he caught my mother trying to escape?”

I couldn’t respond, the pressure was so immense, and I was focusing on the painful thrusts of his cock stretching me open.

“He let me watch her get torn apart by rogues. He fucking threw her to those scavenges. All because she wanted to leave. That whore.” He thrusted harder, “that fucking whore,” He slowed his tempo suddenly, “She escaped and left us, for another, she fucking escaped and had another,” He increased his thrusts again, “SHE FUCKING LEFT AND NEVER LOOKED BACK!”

“LET ME...-” I hissed.

“What!?” He was pounding harder. It was painful. My whole body being compressed into his. I was being squished into the wall. His cock, forcefully stretching my inner walls.

“LET ME HAVE HIM THEN.” I hissed again.

He stopped.

“Well, that’s something I can agree too,” He kissed the top of my head and released me, “Now, ON YOUR KNEES.”

I turned myself around to face him. He wasn’t the same Holden I knew. His hair was out of control, his eyes were sunken in, his usual shaven face had a 5 o’clock shadow and it looked like he lost a bit of weight.

Only I could cure him.

Only I could make him better.

Only I could love him.

I got on my aching knees. I was tired as hell, I wanted to sleep, I wanted to rest, but the urge to please him had overshadowed everything else.

“Open your mouth.”

I took him, I lathered my wet lips around his throbbing member. He tasted so damn good, I wanted to suck him dry of his seed. His loins began to tighten, he was nearly finished, or let’s say, I was nearly finished with him.

His moans intensified, I could taste him, it started slowly, but then, an eruption of his nectar poured out. Not all at once, but at least two different intense pours into my mouth, sliding down my throat as I sucked him dry.

“GOOD GIRL.” His hand ran through my hair as I kept my mouth on him. I looked up to see him much calmer then before. His eyes slowly turning back to their usual golden hue.

As I released my mouth, I wiped my sleeve with some of his milk that I failed to take in.

“That’s something no one else will ever be good at, now go, HAVE SOME FUN.” He stomped off, not turning his head back to take a second look at my face covered in his seed.

I wasn’t sure where he was heading off to, but I knew what I wanted to do now. My frustration was building up, getting worse over time, my anger, much more intense than ever before. I felt Holden’s rejection, but he didn’t know what he wanted. He was delusional, confused, distraught, and Diana was playing into his mind.

I needed to fix him, but first, I needed to let loose.

I needed to show everyone that I wasn’t going to play second fiddle to anyone.

They were both on the other side of the door. I needed to tell Iris. I needed to vent my frustration. My mind was swirling around, bubbling over, trying to seek sanity.

I knocked on his door.

No reply.

I knocked again, with more force.

Still no reply.

I could hear him, but he was with someone. Was that who I thought it was?

“Iris, we need to talk.”

“Not now Aria, LEAVE.”

“Please, I have no one else to talk to.” I tried to sound distraught, I tried my best to use a lighthearted voice, but I wasn’t sure if it would resonate with Iris.

There was no response.

“I’m coming in.” I turned the handle, thankfully it was open.

I opened the door to see the same two men I left hours ago, still fucking each other like ravaged dogs.

“What the hell Aria?!” Iris was still inside the sleeping beauty who was pinned on all fours on the large bed in the center of the room.

“Care to join us?” Sleep beauty said.

Come to think of it, I wasn’t even sure what his name was.

“Shut up,” He patted the man’s head as he withdrew himself from him, “What the hell is your problem? Don’t you see I’m busy?” Iris stood up from the bed, still rock hard, drenched in sweat.

“Thought you could join in again?” Iris laughed and I could hear a slight chuckled coming from sleeping beauty. “It was fun and all, but you know how this is going to end.”

“I just wanted to come thank you for everything,” I smiled as I walked up to the wooden bed post. Sleeping beauty was only feet away from me, and Iris, standing further away.

It was perfect. It was like I was the star of the show and this was the climatic ending.

I had to entertain the audience in my head.

I had to hear the clapping of them.

The shouting.

The roaring.

The need for an encore.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Is this about Holden? What did he say?” Iris kept his eyes on me as I circled the bed, narrowing my gaze on sleeping beauty, who had no idea what show he was starring in.

“He’s ok, he wasn’t himself.” I bit my lip, leaning in on my prey that was laying out in the open. Ready for me to pounce on at any moment. I felt like I was in the wild. Lurking in the forest, waiting for him to make a mistake.

Suddenly, there was someone at the door.

“Red what the hell do you want now? Is my room an open invitation for everyone?” Iris peered over at the doorway to see Red.

Red’s eyes widened at the sight of us; he was dumbstruck, but at the same time he was looking damn sexy with his shirtless body. He was probably busy working with the contractors on the house, even though it was never his duty to help them, he insisted. I found that rather attractive about him, but he always refused my advances.

“I’ll just leave…” He grabbed the back of his head and just before he turned away, I made my move.

My heart was pounding, my teeth tracked out, the smell of fear in the air as sleeping beauty saw me, pouncing over top of him. He was a smaller man, and I had some size on him, but it didn’t matter. I knew what I was capable of.

“No!” Iris tried his best to pull his sleeping beauty away from my grasp, but I was much to fast.

Before I let anymore seconds slip by, his neck was already in my mouth. His blood tasted bitter, almost sour like, with a hint of lemon. He couldn’t get away, no matter how hard he tried. His screams were music to my ears. Iris was too slow to stop the fatal bite. I made sure I could dig as far as I could into his main artery. It would only take a matter of seconds for him to die.

“Aria!” Red’s voice was faint, and I felt like I was in another dimension.

I could feel the life slip out of the main artery as I dug deeper and deeper.

The audience erupted in applaud, my ears were filled with their cheers, encouraging me to continue. It felt so euphoric, feeling his life being casted away by me.

I was the star of this show.

Not Sleeping Beauty.

Not Diana.

Just ME.

Red and Iris wouldn’t do shit about it, they couldn’t.

I was going to show them I didn’t play second fiddle to anybody, neither Iris nor Holden.

No one will be above me.

And when I was finished with Diana, I will be the first and only one for Holden.