Hello my beautiful readers!
I just wanted to say thank you for all your lovely comments! They're always such a treat to read! Also, I really hope the person who said they don't get off from force isn't upset by this chapter or anything in future chapters. So, to you I say, fair warning, my Willow is a little masochist and a total brat on purpose. He loves to be dominated, told what to do and put in his place but he doesn't know that about himself yet. His knowledge of punishment is warped by how he was raised and it hasn't yet occurred to him that it's something he could enjoy. That being said, his alpha will never abuse him or take advantage and there will usually be aftercare and fluffy times, so I hope that eases your mind. I don't normally write warnings but your comment was so sweet I thought I'd mention it.
Much love everyone. Enjoy! Xx
Willow's Pov:
The next morning I went down to Maxwell's large kitchen for breakfast with a mission on my mind. I didn't want the alpha to dismiss me and end our mating bond after one failed night. I didn't want to go back to my parents house and live out the shame of being a rejected mate and I did not wish to die if my wolf had already grown desperately attached. So, I decided that what I needed for this relationship to work, was a pup. Maybe even more than one. That would give me value and something I could do while my mate did... whatever it was that the King Alpha's did. The only problem was... I didn't know how one got a pup. However, that was just a small detail, my mother had insisted that my mate would know.
All I had to do now, was submit to him enough that he would give me what I wanted. I growled to myself in disgust at the thought. I didn't want to show that side of me to Max. That weak, soft, needy, romantic, submissive side that could so easily be used as a weapon against me. Sure, at one time, all my dreams were consumed by the ways I wanted to serve and please my alpha but now.... Now the thought of being his bitch made me feel like I would be used and thrown away like trash. We all knew what his father was like. I closed my eyes to calm myself and thought of the night before, hating the fluttery feeling in my stomach while I remembered.
I'd made an attempt to receive Maxwell's kindness with grace; reheating the tea and accepting one of the beautiful roses, too prideful to accept them all. However, try as I might, I couldn't bring myself to actually drink the tea. I was terrified that if I did, the alpha would come into my room to touch me while I was paralyzed or something. I'd been trained for how much of a possibility this could be but I wanted it to not be true. I wanted to trust Max, at least a little, but I couldn't. In the end, I laid awake for hours, waiting for him to come in uninvited. For a time, I even waited for a punishment, despite the fact that Max had said he wouldn't listen to my father. By morning, I was both exhausted and relieved that nothing had happened to me but I was also suspicious. Maybe the first night had been freebie and tonight was the night I had to worry about? Ultimately, I decided it would be in the best interest of us both if I had a pup for him. That way, at least we would need each other and maybe it would even keep me safe from physical harm.
"Good morning Willow, did you sleep well?" Maxwell asked, studying me with a happy smile the moment he saw me. It was unnerving.
"The tea kept me up," I replied, snarling a bit for absolutely no reason; except that I was tired and crabby and didn't want to be seen as weak.
His face fell, "Sorry, thought it would help," he muttered before smiling again. "Can I make you something for breakfast?"
"Alpha's don't cook," I answered in a cold voice, hiding my confusion.
"I can do whatever I like," he replied with an easy grin and I tensed slightly, all too aware that this was true. "So, what would you like to eat?" He pressed.
"Fruit. Yogurt maybe," I answered, intent on not giving him what he wanted.
He sighed a little but then replied with a cheery, "Coming right up!"
I watched him cut up several different fruits, placing them in two bowls as he went. A few of the fruits I didn't actually like but I decided that I'd keep that to myself. It was much too early to act out and I knew it probably wouldn't help my case. Besides, I was hungry. For now, I had more important things to bother him with. I began to feel anxious as I thought about my request and fought the instinct to worry my lower lip. I cannot afford to look weak right now, I reminded my wolf, as I tightened control over my scent.
After several minutes, Max placed a bowl, piled high with everything from bananas to star fruit, on the table with a small cup of vanilla yogurt on the side. I studied him, feeling ridiculously suspicious. Why would an alpha do so much for an omega? Even if I was his luna, it didn't make any sense. Father had always taught me that being the less worthy mate meant being akin to property. As a result, I'd learned how to do everything domestic while staying out of the way of more important people. I hated it but it was what was expected of me. Now here Max was, making everything so fucking confusing. I'd spent my life learning clear and concise rules about being an omega but this alpha was doing my job. Why? What did he get out of all of this? Especially when he never wanted to be seriously mated in the first place.
"I want you to give me a pup," I finally announced, right at the precise moment that Max was taking a large gulp of piping hot coffee.
He sputtered and grimaced painfully while I hid my laugh with a cough and a look of innocent concern.
"You what?" He finally gasped.
"I... a pup," Max gave me a look that was somehow both shocked and perplexed.
"I want-" I started again, feeling as if I were loosing control of the moment when he didn't immediately agree.
"I heard you... you want.. to be... pregnant? But... but last night you didn't even want me to touch your asshole!" He continued, looking beautifully bewildered.
I couldn't hide my blush so I snapped, "What does that have to do with making a pup?"
"You... you... can't... you can't be serious," he stammered, seemingly at a loss for words.
I only glared, afraid of saying something stupid, while I held tight control over my scent. There was no way in hell that I would allow Maxwell to understand the depths of my ignorance.
"Do you even know how to make a pup?" He finally asked, putting things together much quicker than I expected.
I blushed deeper, "Alpha's do that part," I muttered, not wanting to let on how confused I was. Was I supposed to know how to make pups? I hadn't thought so... it was all so humiliating.
"Ok," he sighed. "Do you know what sex is? Have you ever cum? Did you touch yourself last night?"
I didn't understand his questions. "N-no," I finally stuttered, hating that my inexperience was becoming so magnified. "Was I supposed to touch my- Is that what you're supposed to do when the cage is off? P-please don't punish me! I didn't know, I swear-" I didn't understand why I was panicking but I was suddenly so anxious over my own request for a pup and now I was hearing that I should have touched my cock? The same cock I'd been forbidden to touch for years? Now I had to touch it? What the fuck was going on? How did we get here?
