The Reluctance

Alpha Jagger chortled upon hearing her words.

He turned to sniff more of the powder on the table, and in the course if that, Raziya darted her eyes to the vase again.

But she couldn't make a clear decision before he turned back to face her, a little stain beneath his nose.

"It seems you do not understand, Princess", he sniffed. "You are stuck here with me for as long as I want and I'm not letting you go - no matter what. I'd love to rid you of everything that's made you a princess - everything that's made your shoulders so high."

"Why? Do you think yours is better?" Raziya thought savagely and was tempted to blurt out, but restricted herself.

As earlier stated, he was the first man that'd been able to put so much fear in her. There were so many words she wished she could say to him, so many ways she wished she could react, but the memory of how he had nearly choked Archie to death without touching him, stung to her head and made her wary of her tongue.

So, she just lowered her head and gulped everything he had to say.

"Get on your knees", her eyes dimmed when she heard him say.

Wait; what??

She whipped her head to look at him, wishing there was a smidgen of jokes in his eyes. She looked at him and said nothing, wanting to believe she hadn't heard him right.

"I hate it when I repeat myself, Princess", he gruffed and that was when Raziya confirmed.

"I... I don't think I understand", she scoffed. "Why do I have to kneel?"

Her whole life, she's never had to kneel for anyone - not even her father. So, why would a sadist Alpha want her to do so? Now, that was something she couldn't hack.

She quirked her brows and took two steps back.

"I honestly don't want to be here", her voice shook in the end. "I just want to go back home and act like I never met you".

But, there were no sarcastic smile on Jagger's face as he watched her. And that moment, Raziya guessed he might have truly been offended.

He dashed to his table again and sniffed in more of that stuff. Whatever that was, it definitely wasn't doing good to him.

"When I say kneel, Princess; I expect you do it at once", he stated throatily.

And still backing her, Raziya felt herself choking.

She wrapped her hands over her neck as the choking became so intense that she found it difficult to breath. And in the little consciousness she had, she made her knees drop to the floor. That was the point the choking seized.

"Just let me go..."she said in weak pants as she caught her breath. "Please..."

Jagger went forward and stood in front of her. He touched her hair, walked round her and stopped in front of her again. Then, got hold of her torn strap which had been hanging over her chest.

Raziya looked up at him, her eyes holding so many words her lips were itching to say. Why was he holding onto her strap again?

Despite the very high possiblity of the ugly incidence happening, Raziya still didn't want to think of it. She couldn't think of being in the bed of a wolf beast.

"Your mother thinks you're a child", he worded as he slowly increased the space of the strap. "She calls a twenty-two year old a child. How very pathetic", he scoffed.

In a few seconds, the top of her dress had been completely torn. She had to use her hands to hold it up.

"Why covering it up? Have you no idea it's all mine?" Jagger taunted, but it didn't make Raziya's hands act otherwise.

She was trying so hard not to break a tear. Oh! She hated the weakness.

And with a snap, Jagger forced her hands down her chest, making the two pointed balls fall out effortlessly.

Raziya gave a wince, feeling more humiliated than ever. Nobody gets to see her that way at such free will. How could she be that insulted?

Her father... Why wasn't he doing anything to get her out of rhere? If he was making an effort, she would've been rescued already.

"Mmm", Jagger crouched in front of her, letting his eyes take everything in.

He had to admit - he had never seen a breast so round and portable with pink perky nipples before. Perhaps, the Princess' face and hair weren't the only pretty things she had.

"A child indeed", he muttered as he got hold of the left breast and rounded her nipple.

It felt so cold in his hands, so soft and inviting. By the name of the Protectors, he wanted to have a taste of it.

Raziya stilled patiently while struggling to endure all he did to her. Only one man had touched her breast that way before - just one. Now, seeing the beast in front of her doing it like it was his...she found it so exasperating.

Jagger moved to the next breast which felt the same way. A woman's breast had never felt that in his hands before.

He narrowed his eyes to her waist, allowing the imaginations crowd his senses. Her breasts were that good, he could only imagine what her legs would look just like. But, for some reasons, he couldn't do that. It wasn't a reason himself couldn't explain.

Snappily, he stood up and retreated to the table. Then, quickly mind-linked to his beta:

"Come get her. Quick".

Raziya didn't know what was going on. She thought he was getting ready to take her to bed and she had imagined how she'd fight him off with every strength she had.

He stayed for long, just sniffling from the powder until the door went open. Raziya looked and was a bit surprised to find his beta coming in. What? Were they planning something more horrific for her?

When Jerri had been called, he was a bit surprised and wondered if the Alpha had been so quick in getting laid with the princess. But when he entered the room and found the Princess on her knees with her dress partly open, he confirmed nothing had truly happened.

But, why? Why did the Alpha call him to take her away when he was yet to touch her? Why hadn't he laid with her? Of course, that was the reason he had asked them to bring her to his room in the first place. So, what was happening?

Jagger turned to look at him, then mind-linked him again to go on with the process.

Still confused, Jerri bowed and held the Princess' hand, taking her up.

Raziya was muddled as she watched the beta leading her out of the room. Hold on; where was he taking her? And why?!

She glanced back at the Alpha, wondering if it was some other plan he had.

And as Jagger watched her being taken away, he felt that deep anger of dissatisfaction.

Badly, he wanted to flip her to his bed, tear every piece of fabric from her skin and let himself take as much as he wanted from her. But, it was strange, he couldn't do it.

Actually, he could do it. But, for the first time, he found the wizard in him restricting himself. He found the second part of him being reluctant to mate with her.

But, why?