Page 21 of Choosing Her Alpha
Just hours from here in the industrial district, water was so scarce and expensive she could only reasonably take a shower once a week. The pub sold little clean bottles of it for the same price as a large bottle of lemon flavored gin.
Now Sasha knew why. The women of Constantine Kane's harem used more water in one day than a whole township.
Pulling Sasha to a reclining chair, the jewels gathered around her for her makeover. Each one of them took over a body part: her head, her arms and hands, her legs and feet. Settling on stools, they talked to her, asking questions one after another. Sasha was so overwhelmed that she just answered with vague humming noises.
She closed her eyes as the chair tipped back. She needed to think. She needed to process.
She needed to get away from this crazy place.
Chapter 8
She lost track of time. It had been a very long day. The women of Constantine’s harem slicked stuff on every inch of her, rubbed it in, then ushered her into a bath.
Food was offered and declined. They pulled her out of the bath, back to the chair, and more thick creamy stuff went all over her body. They buttered her like toast—even her hair didn't escape treatment.
They brought clothes, holding them up for Sasha's inspection while her hands and feet were soaking in warm waxy stuff and her face was coated in frothy green gunk. Barely able to open her eyes to look, she saw wrap dresses in every color like armless dancing partners waiting to be chosen.
To her horror, Sasha realized the collective decision for Sasha's jewel color was pale baby pink.
When they let her go to bed and Sasha parted the curtains to the little tent, she found a luxurious, pink feminine hideaway.
If she’d had any energy left, she would have gagged.
Tomorrow this would be sorted out.
Tonight, despite the horrible color, she fell asleep. Every bit of fabric soothed her senses. It was so soft, like the belly of a baby rabbit. It all smelled good too, the smell of sweet baked treats in the marketplace.
Tomorrow she'd realize that not only had a color been chosen for her, but a smell as well. Tomorrow she would be disgusted that someone had placed the deciding vote on her being the pink vanilla cake jewel.
*
Her day began early the next morning. Sasha always woke up with the drones at home, even when exhausted and stressed. In this strange pink confection of a bed, she hadn’t thought today would be any different.
Sasha still felt sleepy and unrested, which was unusual, until she heard the sounds from outside of her private chamber. Those noises had awakened her, not the dawn—little feminine cries and a masculine rumble.
She had to lay there and figure it out. One of the women sounded like she was in pain, but it couldn’t be pain, because she was asking—no, begging for more. And the male, growling like a massive prehistoric lion, reminded her that she would take what he gave her or get nothing at all.
Sex sounds.
On the other side of her curtains, sex was happening.
With only one day of exposure, identifying the unique voice of each woman who lived in the big room was impossible, but as female cries overlapped, Sasha realized more than one of them must be out there. Maybe all of them were.
Her suspicions that the male outside was Constantine were confirmed when one of the women began begging, "Alpha, please, please, I need your big cock."
He chuckled. "Poor, sweet thing. You're just going to have to wait."
"Alpha, Master, please!" the woman cried.
"That is enough, Eze." His voice hardened in reprimand.
She heard movement. They were right there. Sasha's head was facing the wrong direction, or else she could part the curtain and see everything as well as hear it.
"Bella, spank Eze. Now," Kane commanded.
Sasha winced. Merrick liked to spank, hit, and leave bruises too.
"My pleasure," Bella purred. Her voice alone made Sasha's face feel hot and shamed. It was the only one she recognized that fit with a face in her head. Dark-haired, red clothed—a breeder, who like Sasha had no mark on her hand. Did she have a mark somewhere else?
