Tonight is your Deadline

Why was I chosen as his surrogate? I felt a knot form in my stomach as Alpha Devon laid out his proposal. Why is my child, who has alpha blood, destined to be an illegitimate child because of my identity? "Why me?" The question escaped my lips before I could weigh it. Devon's gaze met mine, his voice a calm contrast to the storm of emotions raging within me. "Others have failed to carry my heir. My doctor believes I need someone with exceptional fertility, like you." His words were a heavy weight, anchoring me to a destiny I never asked for. I was the last of the Crescent Pack, a lineage known for its fertility, and that made me his target. "But you already have a son," I said, a desperate attempt to remind him of his existing ties, to deflect his attention. "Jim?" He dismissed the thought with a scoff. "He's not of my blood. I need a true heir."I need a child of my own to inherit my pack." He needs a woman who is healthy and fertile. No, he just needs a womb, a vessel for his seed to grow in. I feel sad, I do not want to be a vessel, I do not want my womb and my kids to be used. "But children born to slaves have no inheritance." I thought the kindly reminder would change his mind, but he was adamant. "That's not something you should think about." He said a little impatiently, "You ask too many questions, girl." "I'm sorry, Master." I said, sensing that he was growing uneasy, and I thought I would try to keep my remarks to a minimum. "If you succeed in giving birth to my child, I will not only release you from slavery,but also set you free." His words were full of temptation, "So you want to make a deal with me?" The thought of my body being used as a breeding tool filled me with shame and defiance. I was but a slave, and Alpha Devon held the power to determine my fate. He chose me because I was the only survivor of the werewolves of the Crescent Pack. My life doesn't belong to just me. My father told me on his deathbed that Crescent Pack was innocent, and only by gaining my freedom could I have the chance to let the world know the truth and wash away the shame from Crescent Pack. "You have three seconds to think." He said and raised a finger, "One, two." "Yes.." When he counted to three, I quickly agreed, "I do." "Very good." He gave me a satisfied smile and slowly moved towards me, his hot, wine-scented breath tickling my face. "I don't want too many people to know what we just talked about." His hand pressed gently against my chest as I gasped for air., "Can you keep this a secret, girl?" "I... I think..." I swallowed, his intense eyes fixed on mine, their captivating gaze ready to ensnare me. "Answer me." The commanding tone of his voice overwhelmed me.. "Yes.." I felt my breath catch, "I'll keep this a secret." "Keep in mind ." he whispered against my ear, his lips brushing against my skin, "It's our secret." One of his fingers hooked into the gap between the buttons of my shirt, and then his fingers traced a gentle circle between my breasts, and for an instant I felt as if my body were being electrocuted and every cell in my body was pulsing with electricity. "Is it now?" Is he trying to impregnate me now? Oh, my God. But I was not ready for that. "I'll have you, but not now." With one hand, he unbuttoned my shirt, one, two, three, until my white bra appeared in the middle. I bit my bottom lip nervously. What the hell was he going to do? His lips graze my earlobe, "Tell me, are you a virgin?" My hands gripped the sofa tightly, the first time I had ever been this intimate to a man. I felt nervous and flustered, and my heart rate increased. His hand crept up my shirt, and I felt my stomach tighten, unable to speak. "Tell me."he demanded. "Yes," my voice barely audible, like a mosquito's. "If I find out you're lying, I'll punish you." His tall body pressed against mine, forcing me to lean my head on the arm of the couch. He looked down at me with predatory eyes. "I swear, I'm telling the truth." I turned my head away from him. "Maybe I should check if you're lying." He stared at me, then ran his other hand down my lower abdomen. As his hand closed between my legs, I instinctively tightened mine. His hand lingered on the lower end of my lower abdomen. "Please, don't." I was on the point of tears. He looked at me calmly for a few seconds, then brushed the tears from my eyes with his fingers, his movements gentle but devoid of emotion. "Remember, you can never say no to your master." He said. "Yes, Master." I choked out. He continued, "Next time, when I really need you, I want you to behave." How should I behave? I was confused, but could only nod in agreement. "Look at you." He pulled his body away from mine, "You're a virgin." I stared at him in bewilderment. Was this his way of testing me? "You need to be taught." He stood up still looking down at me, "I've never seen a girl react so clumsily." I swallowed nervously. "I can learn anything you need." He raised an eyebrow and smiled, then suddenly leaned down and pulled off my clothes. I felt a cool sensation on my chest as his long, slender fingers gently rubbed my nipples, which quickly became engorged and red. I suppressed a groan, and just as I was about to cry out, he released me, casually patting my chest with his large hand. My breasts trembled in the air. "You have so much to learn. Tonight is your final deadline."