Playing The Alphas

SAMANTHA

My heart lurched and plunged like a stone in a well. As the memories of that night flashed through my mind, I stood frozen. The images came unbidden—his hands on my body, his breath against my skin, the feeling of being completely and utterly powerless. I had tried so hard to bury those memories, but now they came rushing back with a vengeance.

Even Molly’s victorious grin seemed to falter. Alicia, unable to contain herself, shrieked in terror. "No! No! It was just a mishap." Alicia’s face drained of color, her earlier confidence completely evaporating. Desperately, she pleaded, "Your Highness, please, let me have another chance to compete. I swear I’ll win. I’ll do anything!"

"You’ve missed your shot," Jayce said with a smirk. His eyes glinted with cruel amusement as he watched Alicia squirm. "I hope to see you scampering around the palace in the buff tomorrow. It would be quite the sight. The servants will have something to talk about for weeks."

Alicia’s face crumpled, and I could see the tears welling in her eyes. She had brought this on herself with her arrogance, but even I couldn’t help feeling a twinge of pity. The humiliation she was about to endure would be devastating.

"Samantha, as for you..." Jayce gave me a mischievous smile as he spoke. "I’ll honor my promise and give you the reward."

A shiver ran through me. The last thing I wanted was his reward. The word itself felt like a curse, a sentence to a fate I had been desperately trying to escape. My skin crawled at the thought of spending a night with him again.

Alicia’s face turned ashen as she fell to her knees. She clutched at the edge of his robe, begging, "Your Highness... Your Highness... Please, I’m begging you. Give me one more chance. I’ll do anything you ask. Anything!"

"Ouch!" Jayce kicked her aside before she could finish. The force of his kick sent her sprawling across the floor, her body colliding with the hard surface. She let out a pained cry, curling into herself.

"Get lost!" he snapped, disgust evident in his voice. "Did I give you permission to touch me?" His tone was ice, and I could see the fury blazing in his eyes. He had no tolerance for anyone who overstepped their boundaries.

With those harsh words, he turned his gaze toward me and strode over. His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming carriage. My heart sank even lower.

Just as I took a hesitant step back, he lifted me effortlessly and slung me over his shoulder. The world spun around me as I was hoisted into the air, my body dangling helplessly.

"What do you want?" I shouted, pounding his back in panic. My fists connected with his shoulders, but he didn’t even flinch. "You bastard! What are you planning? Where are you taking me?"

I fought against him with all my might, kicking and squirming, but Jayce’s strength was overwhelming. His arm was like iron around my legs, holding me in place with ease. My attempts to break free were futile.

He carried me out of the training area, and I silently hoped for someone to intervene and put a stop to his sinister intentions. I scanned the faces of the servants we passed, silently pleading with them to help me. Yet, whenever the servants saw us, they bowed their heads in fear. No one dared to challenge Jayce. They averted their eyes, pretending not to see my struggle.

Desperation and anger welled up inside me. How could they just stand by and watch? How could they let this happen? But I knew the answer. Jayce was a prince. I was nothing. To them, this was just another day in the palace.

Jayce shoved me into his car. Tossed into the back seat, I felt dizzy from the sudden movement. The world spun around me as I tried to steady myself. I scrambled toward the other door, my hand reaching for the handle, hoping to escape.

Just as I managed to sit up, Jayce pressed me down. His body loomed over me, trapping me against the leather seat. His hot breath enveloped me as he wrapped an arm around my waist and asked with a mischievous smile, "What’s wrong? Don’t you want the reward?"

I glared at him, my voice trembling with fury. "What on earth do you want?"

Jayce’s laughter was dark and chilling. The sound sent ice through my veins. "Oh, I want you. I came here with the sole purpose of having you." His eyes roamed over me, hungry and possessive.

His words ignited a blaze of anger in me. I wanted to hurl curses at him, to scratch his eyes out, to do anything to make him stop. But before I could, he captured my lips.

"Mmm... Mmm..." Caught off guard, my lips were seized by his. He kissed me with a brutal intensity that left no room for resistance. I tried to bite him in retaliation, but he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His tongue forced its way past my defenses, exploring my mouth with practiced ease.

He pressed his mouth to mine with a heated urgency that stole my breath. Meanwhile, his hands roamed restlessly over my body. They traced the curves of my waist, my hips, my thighs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Resistance was futile.

Jayce, still unsatisfied, lifted the hem of my blouse, his rough fingers trailing up my back. I shuddered at his touch, every nerve ending screaming in protest. Soon, he unfastened my bra with a practiced flick of his fingers.

"Hmm... Let go of me!" Panic surged as I struggled to push him away. My palms pressed against his chest, trying to create distance between us. But my efforts were in vain. He was too strong, too determined.

The cool air hit me as he tore off my bra. I gasped, my hands flying up to cover myself, but he caught my wrists and pinned them above my head. He cupped my breasts with his warm, calloused hands, pressing and rubbing them with crude force. Occasionally, he pinched my nipples, toying with them.

Jayce’s movements were coarse yet practiced. He knew exactly where to touch, how to make my body betray me. His hands continued their relentless assault on my sensitive spots. As my body involuntarily softened, I became weaker and weaker, my struggles growing feeble.

My mind was a haze. The world around me blurred, and I could barely think straight. I squinted at him, only to see him hunched over me, his palms braced on either side of my head, gazing at me as though I were a masterpiece. His eyes were dark with desire, and I could see the satisfaction gleaming in them.

As my reason began to return, I glared at him defiantly. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. I wouldn’t let him win.

His smile widened at my reaction. He seemed almost pleased by my defiance, as if it only made the chase more exciting. "I’ve got some new toys lately. Let me show you."

An ominous feeling gnawed at me. I didn’t want to know what he meant. I didn’t want to see whatever twisted things he had planned. Before I could make a move, he moved to the driver’s seat and slammed the gas pedal.

The car roared to life, and we sped away. The world outside blurred past, and I felt trapped, caged, helpless. I watched the palace disappear in the distance, and I knew, deep in my heart, that I was about to face something far worse than anything I had endured before.