The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77: GET ON YOUR KNEES AND SUCK MY COCK(R-18)

My eyes widened in disbelief.

I flushed red.

"W-what?" I asked, unable to believe he had indeed said that to me.

"I said that I have a cut close to my dick." He repeated. "Someone stabbed me beside my balls. Now, get on your knees and clean it. Isn’t that what you do, you whore?"

My heart began to race.

My first instinct was to flee from the room, away from him.

But if I did, people would notice something was wrong and words would fly around.

I couldn’t take that, and I knew Alexander. He would use that as an opportunity to give me up.

I had tried my best and managed to avoid him for so long that I had begun to believe that I had succeeded.

But now, here I was.

The other men were waiting for me, chatting with the members of their pack who had come along.

The large room was rowdy.

People were here.

"Are you contemplating an order?" He asked me. "Aren’t you supposed to treat me?"

I began to sweat.

Then he started to rise to his feet. "Well, it seems that Xaden might have something interesting to hear from me about you."

"NO!" I gasped as I held on to him and stopped him from leaving.

He smiled, but the smile didn’t go all the way to his eyes.

"Please,," I said, trying to push him down.

I looked around to see if people had taken note of him.

But luckily, they hadn’t.

"Please, I will check." I begged him.

He looked at me and then sat back down.

I went down to my knees before him.

He opened his legs apart for me, and I swallowed.

My shaking hands went to the zipper of his pants, and I undid it.

My eyes saw a prominent bulge and pushed my focus elsewhere.

This was degrading.

Insulting.

Here, I was in public with other Alphas while his manhood was to my gaze.

I looked to his left side, which was not cut, and then to his right.

He had not lied.

It was there a stab wound.

I was relieved, as I had something to deter my mind from his penis.

I turned to my supplies and cleaned them with spirit and cotton wool.

When I was done, I picked up the needle and thread and began to sow.

I was at it, and I tried my best to keep my focus there and far away from his very hard manhood.

I was praying that no one was paying close attention to us.

When I was done, I cut the thread and rose up with relief at being done with him.