Alpha Ch. 07

When she had finished, she sat back on her heels with a sigh. She pushed her hair back from her face and looked up at the eager faces around her.

"I think I did it."

Tiredness overwhelmed her and she had to force her eyes to stay open.

"How will we know if it worked?" Anton asked.

"We won't until he tries to contact her again." Ealasaid slowly got to her feet and stepped into Drago's arms. "Until she wakes up we won't know anything. We should leave her; I don't think she's slept in a while."

Corban nodded and stood. He held Nix against his chest and she groaned quietly in protest. He looked at the rest of the room.

"I'm going to get Nix home. Let us know when she wakes up."

"And me." Anton rubbed his tired eyes. "Anything else you need, to hide her from this guy, just let us know."

Slowly, the Council filed out of the room. Elena took one last look at Oana's peaceful face before turning to Lucius.

"You'll have to help her; she needs to learn how to live for herself again."

"How can I help her?" Lucius was still watching the sleeping figure on the sofa, his green eyes were unreadable.

"You let her live. Encourage her to do things, don't tell her to stop." Elena turned to leave but as she reached the door she had a thought. "Oh, but keep her away from anything sharp. She might try and hurt herself, or you."

She and Jaylon left without another word and Ealasaid looked at Lucius.

"Are you going to be OK?"

He nodded, "Always am."

"Do you want us to stay?" Drago enquired.

"No, we'll be fine. Thank you though. I'll call you if there's any change."

Ealasaid kissed his cheek before she and Drago left the room. Lucius listened as the door closed and then the truck pulled away from the house. He stood and locked the door. Shaking a cigarette free he lit it and watched the window closely. Ealasaid had Warded the house but he was still nervous. This 'Daddy' didn't sound like anything they had ever encountered and he didn't know what they could do to stop him.

Drago pulled his truck to a stop and turned to look at Ealasaid asleep beside him. Reaching over, he gently moved her hair from her face and stroked her soft cheek. A protective urge welled up inside him and he swallowed hard. If the Order had found them once then they could do it again and he didn't want to know what would happen if they caught him and Eala.

Coming around to her door, he lifted her into his arms and moved towards the front door. He had sent members of his Pack to one of his lakeside properties, he had needed to ensure there wouldn't be a similar break in here.

He held Ealasaid with one arm and unlocked the door with his free hand. Closing it quietly behind them he locked it once more and made his way up the stairs. Laying her on the bed, he knelt and gently unlaced on of her shoes.

"Are we home?" her soft voice reached his ears and he couldn't help but smile at the sound.

"Sort of."

He looked up as she pushed herself into a sitting position and rubbed her eyes.

"Where are we?"

"Don't worry, Ma Petite, this is just for tonight. Tomorrow, we'll find somewhere more permanent."

"What do you mean?" she sounded confused.

He removed her other shoe and rubbed the arch of her foot making her sigh contentedly.

"They found us, we can't stay in that house anymore. Whoever sent Oana will send others."

"So, we have to move?"

Ealasaid forced herself to sit up fully and looked down at him.

"I would rather find somewhere safe than fight off the Order. We can't take them all on."

Ealasaid shook her head and stood forcing him to sit back on his heel and stare up at her.

"No. I'm not running from them. I'm done being scared."

"Eala..." Drago started but she cut him off.

"We're not running from this Drago. If they come, then we'll be ready for them."

Drago stood and pushed her back to the bed. She fell with a sharp gasp and he climbed between her legs holding her wrists tightly and pushing them back against the bed. She couldn't move and her eyes were wide with shock.

"You don't understand, do you? You have a Pack to think about now, what happens to them if you're gone? What happens to them if the Order comes, do you want to see them killed? You have no idea the kind of creatures they have in the Order and you have no idea what they will do to you if they get you or them back. You think they hurt you before, that's nothing to what they'll do if they get hold of you again. You think I could live with that? I can't live without you and I can't watch you go through your life not caring what happens to you."

His grip tightened on her wrists and she whimpered in pain. He seemed not to notice and leant closer until their faces were less than an inch apart.

"I can't lose you, not again. If I want to move you where no one will ever find you then I will. For once will you just shut your pretty little mouth and do as you're fucking told?"

Ealasaid shuddered at the intensity in his voice. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn't find any words so instead she simply nodded.

He felt relief flood through him and kissed her roughly. Her lips parted beneath his as she moaned and his tongue stroked against hers. He held both of her wrists in one hand while the other held her neck. His weight pushed her down into the bed and she arched her back, pressing her breasts against his hard chest. He moved his hand down, curling his fingers into the material of her t-shirt and tearing it away. He covered her breast through the thin fabric of her bra and she gasped against his lips.

Suddenly, he flipped her over and ran his hand down the curve of her back. He moved, kissing down her spine until he reached the waistband of her jeans and she moaned softly as he bit the denim. She could feel his sharp teeth against her skin and his hand as it smoothed up the back of her thigh and squeezed her round ass.

Drago tugged her jeans down then propped himself on an elbow to stare down at her exposed body. Her hands were still stretched out in front of her and she turned her head to the side to glance up at him through her long hair. His fingers moved constantly over her skin and his eyes were hungry.

Drago pushed her hair off her shoulder and his thumb stroked her ear, the skin was like silk under his touch. Ealasaid purred as he massaged the back of her neck then gasped as he gripped her hair tightly. Her small pink tongue came out to wet her plump lips and he hissed in a breath as he pulled her head back harder.

Moving quickly Drago moved to straddle her hips and ran his hands up her back. Ealasaid stretched pushing her ass against him, encouraging him to touch her more. His fingers deftly unsnapped her bra before he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Laying over her he slid his hand over her ass and teased her wet pussy with his finger.

"Oh," Ealasaid uttered a small sound of surprise.

Drago's free hand tangled in her hair again, pulling her head back as he pushed a finger inside her. Her fingers curled into the sheets beneath her and she pushed her hips back encouraging him. Drago thrust his finger deeper inside her and listened with pride to her gasp.

He began to move his finger, starting slow and just brushing against her g-spot. He knew her body as well as he knew his own by this point and he revelled in her gasps. His fingers stretched her tight pussy and she bit her lip as he teased her higher. She would never get enough of feeling him inside her, the man could drive her crazy with nothing more than a look.

Ealasaid pushed her hips back and looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyes flashed and she bit her lip. He growled and leant down to kiss her earlobe.

"Do you know how fucking sexy you are?" The sound that left her was half laugh half gasp. "You drive me crazy."

"Drago please. I need you."

He smiled and pulled his fingers from her. She whimpered quietly at the emptiness he left inside her, then heard the zip of his jeans and the thud as they hit the ground beside the bed. The tip of his thick cock pressed against her entrance and she whined impatiently.

With a slow thrust, he buried himself deep in tight heat and dropped his head to her shoulder with a groan. One hand tangled in her hair while the other held her hip, keeping her still as he fucked her.

A part of him was still afraid that she would be taken away again at any moment. Another part thought this was all a dream and soon he would wake up back in that cage, and Ealasaid would still be in the Order. Another part simply felt lucky that he had any time with her, real or dreamed.

He kissed down her neck, inhaling her scent. His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her head back against his shoulder and she felt his teeth at her neck. She couldn't move, couldn't escape him. He was everywhere and she surrendered herself to the sensations he was creating in her.

He hit against the sensitive spot inside her with each thrust and she moaned his name. She pushed back, meeting his hips and Drago could feel her pussy flutter around his length. Her nails curled into the sheets, ripping through the fabric as he pushed her higher towards her orgasm.

Drago kept his movements slow, teasingly bringing her closer to the edge and enjoying her desperate moans. His hand pushed her harder against the bed and he thrust deep and slow. He felt her erratic pulse against his lips and listened to the stuttering of her breathing.

Ealasaid reached down to search for his hand and he linked his fingers with hers. Her nails dug into his skin as she held onto him as though trying to anchor herself. She couldn't speak, she couldn't even think. The feeling inside her was more intense than she had ever felt before, it was a craving need that crept through her stomach and spread through her body.

She turned her head and Drago kissed her. Her eyes plead with him silently and her grip tightened on his hand.

"God Little One," he snarled, "you're going to make me lose my mind."

He thrust harder, her tight pussy massaging him and bringing him closer to orgasm. Ealasaid squeezed her eyes closed as the overwhelming feeling crept higher. She could feel herself trembling violently and she pushed back as much a she could with his weight still pinning her to the bed.

"Drago I'm going to cum."

The feeling in her stomach washed through her entire body and she couldn't make a sound as she came. Her breathing was ragged and her pussy convulsed around him.

Drago gave in to the feeling growing in his stomach and thrust once before spilling himself inside her. They were quiet. Their heavy breathing the only sound. Then Drago rolled off her to lay on his back. His hand rested on her round ass and he stroked her soft skin.

"I think I found something," she finally spoke in a soft, sleepy voice.

"What?"

"With the Sickness. It's old Fae magic, dark magic, but I think I can cure you." She turned her head and met his eyes. "I'm not sure but I think I might have something."

"What do you need?" Drago felt a glimmer of hope.

"Information. When I was in the Order they spoke about a creature. I need to know more about it and then I think I can cure the Sickness. Not just in you, in everyone."

"How will you get this information?" Drago already knew what she was going to say.

"I have to go back."

"Not a fucking chance." Ealasaid started to argue but he cut her off. "I don't give a shit what happens to me, I will not let you go back to that place."

Ealasaid waited for him to calm before speaking again, "I don't like it any more than you do, and I am more than happy for you to come with me and to put in any precautionary measures you see fit but I have to go. Even if I didn't need it to help you I'd still have to go. I have to know about the Fae."

Drago was quiet, she could almost hear the cogs turning in his head as he ground his teeth. She waited and when he finally spoke she couldn't help but smile at the grudging tone in his voice.

"I'm going with you."

She nodded, "Naturally."

"The rest of the Council is going with you."

"I'd like that."

"If I want to send every member of our Pack with you I will."

"I love a family day out."

"Dammit Eala, will you take this seriously?"

She crawled on top of him and held his cheeks in her hands.

"I know you're scared. I'm scared too; I'm terrified of going back to that place, but I'm more scared of losing you. I don't want to live the rest of my life if you're not here with me." She stroked the scar that ran through his eyebrow. "You're my Mate. I want to spend my life with you. I want to do whatever my equivalent of 'growing old' is with you. I want a family. I want a normal life and I want it with you."

She swallowed and stared at him intently.

"I won't be able to live with myself unless I know that I did everything I could to save you and if that means going back to the Order then I'll do it."

Drago didn't say a word. Her words echoed through his head and his stomach flipped. He knew there was no point arguing with her when she had her mind set. He simply nodded.

"OK, but the second I think you might be in danger you will get your ass out of there. No matter what is happening."

"Drago come on."

"I mean it Ma Petite, if I have to make Jaylon carry you out of there I will."

"You think Jaylon could make me do anything?"

"Fine, then I'll make Lucius take you."

Ealasaid rolled her eyes.

"I reckon he's the only one who could still beat me in a fight."

Drago smiled and she moved down to rest her head on his chest. She listened to the soothing beat of his heart and he held the back of her head, his thumb stroking her ear. Safe in each other's arms they drifted off to sleep.

*

Oana woke slowly. She was lying in a soft bed, her head cushioned on a feather pillow and a warm blanket covered her.

She sat up in a panic; kicking the blanket away, she stared around the room. She was in a bedroom, a proper bedroom. She had spent the last 60 years in hotel rooms, shitty apartments and the box room that Daddy have given her. Her panic heightened and she fell out of the bed. Looking down, she saw dried blood on her skin and felt sick. The memories of what had happened flooded back and she reached up to touch the back of her neck. There was a large plaster covering a spot just below her hairline and she sobbed quietly.

"Daddy?" Her voice was small and she prayed for an answer. "Daddy please, don't leave me."

Dragging herself to her feet, she stumbled to the door and yanked it open. She practically fell down the stairs and heard a male voice.

"You're awake." She spun round and saw huge man sitting at a large wooden table in a warm kitchen to her left. He stood and she looked over his muscled frame. He had to be 6'3" and she stared up into his face. "How did you sleep?"

"I have to go. I have to get back to Daddy."

Lucius sighed and leant back against the table. Folding his arms across his broad chest, he shook his head.

"Afraid that won't be happening darlin. We're roommates for the foreseeable future."

"No, I have to go. Daddy's going to be angry." Her accent became more noticeable as she became more agitated. "I have to go."

She turned and started towards the kitchen door. Lucius didn't make a move to stop her.

"I wouldn't do that."

She ignored him and wrenched the door open. She had only set a foot outside when the pain hit her and she fell to the floor. A scream tore from her throat and she dragged herself back into the house. She stared out into the darkness in horror.

"What was that?"

Lucius came forward and closed the door.

"That's not important at the moment, but remember what you just felt next time you decide to go for a little wander."

He looked down at her tiny figure and felt a wave of sympathy. Rolling his eyes, he held his hand out to her.

"Do you want a bath?"

She looked at his outstretched hand, she looked lost.

"I don't know."

He sighed again and pulled her to her feet. Her hand disappeared in his and he felt her trembling. He led her back upstairs and into the bathroom. Turning on the water, he poured bubbles into the tub and turned back to Oana.

"You gonna get undressed?"

Her eyes darted up to his face.

"I don't know."

Elena's words passed through Lucius' mind. 'It's terrifying when suddenly you can think for yourself again.' Beckoning Oana to him, he pulled the sweater she wore over her head. She raised her arms like a child and allowed him to undress her. Her blue eyes were trusting as she looked up at him, she seemed calmer now he had taken control and Lucius felt a pang of sadness.

"Let's get you clean."

He tugged the leggings down and finally she stood in front of him naked. She didn't try to cover her body; her nakedness didn't seem to register with her. He turned to throw her clothes in the hamper when he heard her foot breaking the water.

"Wait isn't that too hot?"

She continued getting into the bath.

"I don't know."

Lucius watched as the skin on her foot turned red in the scalding water and swore under his breath. Stepping forward he held her round the waist and yanked her backwards.

"The fuck? What are you doing?"

"You said I should get clean." She spoke as though her words explained everything and Lucius sighed. He kept her against his chest and leant over to turn on the cold water. Turning her to face him, he held her arms gently.

"Didn't that hurt?"

She shrugged, "I don't know."

Lucius shook his head and turned off the water. Looking back, he couldn't help but stare at her naked body. She was short, even shorter than Ealasaid and her head didn't even reach his shoulder. She was slim but her body was hard with muscle, her skin was pale and dusted with freckles. Her hair was an ashy blond but it was still stained red with her blood. Her blue eyes still looked lost and she watched him waiting to see what he would do next.

A small part of Oana was angry. She was in the home of one of the men who had taken everything from her, she was finally out of her captors controlling grasp but she still couldn't do anything. She had spent so long doing as she was told she had forgotten how to live by herself. The anger she felt was overpowered by a feeling of emptiness, she was scared.

Lucius motioned to the bath, "Get in."

She stepped into the bath and sank down into the water. It was warm and instantly she saw the blood start to wash off her skin. She moved her fingers through the water, lost in the way it played over her skin.

Lucius picked up a cloth and held it out to her. She didn't even notice and he dipped it into the water and began to wash the blood from her skin. She didn't react to him touching her and he found himself wondering what her life was like before this.

"Did you never learn how to wash yourself?"

He meant his question to be teasing but he couldn't help but think maybe she had forgotten how to look after herself. She was like a child.

"Daddy used to wash us all." Oana didn't look up, her eyes were still watching the water as it began to turn pink. "He liked to do it himself."

Lucius felt sick at her words.

"He didn't let you wash yourselves?" She shook her head but there was still no sign that she felt her time with this man was strange. "How many of you were there?"

"Daddy has had lots of children. There are only six of us now. Most don't stay for long."

Her voice had lost all emotion. She sounded like she had back in Drago's house.

Lucius was scared to ask her any more. Instead he grabbed a jug and filled it with water.

"Close your eyes."

She obeyed instantly. He tipped her head back and poured the water over her hair. He was gentle as he washed the blood from every inch of her skin, she let him without argument and he wondered how she would react when she realised what had happened. He swallowed before he asked his next question, he wasn't sure what she would do.