Enslaved To The Alphas

"Take off the clothes."

Emira flinched at the sound of the order, her entire body tensing. Her hands trembled at her sides, fingers curling into the fabric of the coat she had been gripping like a lifeline. The words struck her like a slap, sharp and cold, stealing the breath from her lungs. He wanted to...

She couldn't finish the thought.

Her head moved before she could stop herself. She shook it once, slow and hesitant. Then again. Firmer. Her movements small but deliberate. Even though she knew Prince Zen was watching her. Even though this could be considered open defiance. Even though punishment would likely follow. Still, she would not take off her clothes.

If he wanted to violate her, he would have to do it himself. She would not help him. She would not offer up her own dignity for easier cruelty.

Zen tilted his head, one brow rising slightly as a slow smile formed on his lips. The little omega… She amused him. She tempted him. She defied him.

He wanted to…

No. He stopped the thought before it finished.

His voice came sharp, cutting through the tension. "Are you mute? Or do you just not understand what shaking your head means in my presence?"

Emira's eyes flicked up for a moment, just long enough to meet his. Her lips parted. Her voice was barely a whisper, but it carried a weight her body could no longer hold.

"I will not take off my clothes."

Zen's brow lifted, his expression flickering with interest. "Will not?" he repeated, slowly, as if testing the feel of the words. "You're bold, little fire."

Her arms tightened around herself. She hugged the coat tighter, drawing it close to shield as much of herself as possible. Her voice came again, still soft, still shaking, but steadier this time.

"I'm underage. The Kingdom laws—"

It wasn't just a plea. It was a reminder. A warning. A desperate grasp at some thin thread of protection.

Zen blinked once, then let out a short, mocking laugh that held no warmth.

"You think that matters here?" His tone dropped as he stepped closer. "Fire, I am the prince. I am the law."

Her stomach turned. A sick knot twisted inside her, and bile threatened to rise.

She didn't answer. Didn't argue. She just stood there, frozen and silent. But inside, her heart pounded like thunder. She had heard stories. Whispers behind closed doors. Rumors from broken omegas who were never quite the same again. And now, those nightmares stood in front of her in the flesh.

She knew what might come next.

Her body was already preparing for it, bracing against the assault, curling around itself in defense. Her mind screamed, tried to shut down, tried to protect her with numbness. But she clung to one thought.

If he was going to do it, he would. But she would not make it easy. She wouldn't help him humiliate her. She wouldn't become part of her own destruction.

She heard him stand up. Heavy silence followed. Then the slow, deliberate sound of his boots approaching. They entered her line of vision.

She didn't step back. She didn't dare. Her body locked in place. But her breathing grew shallow. Quick.

He circled her slowly, like a predator taking his time. Each step tightened the grip she had on her coat. Her fingers dug into the sleeves until she felt the sting of broken skin beneath her nails.

Then she felt him behind her.

Close.

His presence heavy. Suffocating.

A second passed. Then two. Then his hands came around her.

His fingers brushed against her hips. Traced the torn edge of the thin dress beneath the coat.

Her breath hitched.

"No," she whispered, almost a whimper, a last fragile protest, as her hands flew to hold her clothes in place.

But it didn't matter.

With one sharp tug, the fabric gave way.

The sound of tearing cloth filled the room, loud and violent in the stillness.

She gasped, stumbling back a step. Her arms shot around her, clutching the coat to her chest as panic surged. The remains of the dress pooled around her feet like the discarded skin of something long dead.

Her body went rigid.

Her legs shook.

Her gaze locked on the floor, on the ruined fabric. Her heart was a thunderstorm inside her chest, and she hated how visible her fear had become. She hated that her hands trembled so badly she could barely hold the coat closed.

Zen stepped around her again, silent. Calm.

Each soft step felt like a threat.

When he stood in front of her, she couldn't raise her head. Her eyes stayed glued to the ground. Her jaw trembled slightly. Her arms clung to the coat like a lifeline.

He said nothing at first.

His gaze roamed over her slowly. The coat still covered her body, but his stare made her feel naked. Exposed. Unseen and yet too visible all at once.

Finally, his voice came, quiet and smooth.

"I want my coat back, little fire."

She flinched at the words.

They were softly spoken, but the order in them was unmistakable.

Her grip tightened.

She tried again, her head shaking slightly, gathering what was left of her strength to refuse him one more time.

But before she could, he stepped closer.

Close enough that she could feel the heat of his breath.

"I would advise you to think again before you refuse me a second time," he murmured. "A single command, and I can make you walk through the entire palace naked. Every eye on you. Every wolf watching."

Emira's throat closed.

Her lips trembled as she tried to whisper, "Please...No."