A Little and Her Alpha Mommy - Ren Kauzki (most read book in the world .txt) 📗

her eyes before shaking free of this trap and threw her across the room. She tumbled and rolled, hitting the wall. She let out a cry of pain but she did not dare screech again. I stared down at my fingers that touched her, the sizzling sensation still lingering. I pushed back my hair back and smoothed it down, the long stands frayed at the ends. Guilt once again swallowed me whole. Why do I feel such guilt for a human, a mortal being? I let out a frustrated growl and stomped toward the little girl who now lay curled up soaked in tears and urine. “Female, what is your name?” I demanded, she flinched and whimpered. “Female I swear on my soul if you do not respond I will kill you.”  She sniffled weakly and lifted her head. “Lucette…” I bit my lip and looked at her “Okay Lucette, how old are you?” she whimpered once more but replied “I am...18” My eyes widened in surprise she is only but a baby, no more than a child...anger filled me up once again. I reached for her and yanked her to her feet. She coward in my grasp. The sizzle pricking my fingers, she moaned out in pain or pleasure..? I do not know. I let her go and she stumbled i barked “stay standing, girl’ and just as she was told she stayed standing. My night strap had fallen off my shoulder showing a lot more skin, Lucette the girl stared at my collar bone her gaze followed it down to the top of my breast I pulled my nightie up and she snapped out of the trance. She began looking around and spotted her pacifier she looked up at me and back at the pacifier then back at me again, I nodded and she dove toward it, grabbed it and stuffing it into her mouth, it seemed to relax her entire body. I looked at her and realized just how dirty she was with urine dripping down her legs. A motherly instinct took over and I picked her up, I set her on my hip, her urine drenching my nightgown but I didn't care. I grabbed some diapers off the shelf and walked into the adjoining room and inside it was a kitchen and a bathroom. I walked into the bathroom. I stripped us both of our clothing and stepped into the shower. I set her down and she grabbed my hips to steady her wobbly foot. A huge bruise stretched across her back from when I threw her. I felt terrible and grabbed a loofah from the shower shelf and squeezed some soap onto it. I lathered it up and gently cleaned her body being extra careful with her bruise. She stared at the floor the entire time.

We finished our shower and I scooped her up. Her wet body pressed against mine made my mind race. She was a fully developed woman yet she acts like a child. It must be sinful to think lustful thoughts of such a pure being but...I sneaked my gaze at her and she stared at my breasts, gazing at them with a hidden hunger but she closed her eyes and flushed pink, she isn't entirely pure...I laid her down on the carpet and slipped a pull up over her curvy hips, keeping my gaze from her nether region. She kept her gaze closed as I scooped her back and laid her in her crib. She opened her eyes to look at me through the crib bars. I sat down on the rocker across from the crib. This room is strange, this girl is strange, all of this is weird but treating her like a child just feels oddly right..I closed my eyes briefly

“Who are you, why do you act this way, why are you here? How did you get captured ?”

 

She sat up and gazed at me “I am here for you” she replied. I blinked at her. “Okay I get that since Deets left a nice gift letter over there” I pointed. “who were you before he captured you…” “I...don't know” she responded running her finger along the bars. “I was a nobody..” she replied softly “people hurt me, and used me until Deets found me and told me I was special. He hid the bodies I killed..” she murmured. “he rescued me and brought me here.” I raised a brow and asked her to continue. “he treated me like a princess, told me of this room, he told me he knew who I really was and I didn't have to pretend anymore. He took care of me, but he is dead.”

I stared at her as she curled up into herself. This girl is so broken..

Chapter 3

I shook my head to clear out all the thoughts that were running through my head. I held up my hand “let me get this straight..” I began trying to gather what I was trying to say. “You are not held prisoner here ? Because Deets saved you, correct?” she twiddled her fingers she was sitting up now. “No I am held prisoner, Deets said I cannot leave, ever” she peeked over the bars up at me. I got up, the cold air kissed my skin and realized I was naked still. I paid it no mind as I walked over to her. Her eyes never strayed from my body. “OK so you are a prisoner here..how long have you been here?” I asked and she dropped onto her butt. The padding from her diaper made a soft sound as she did. She looked super adorable. She quietly responded “since I was 14..” I was taken back and stumbled back a bit. “you've been trapped here for four years?” she hid her face and nodded. “Dear god, how inhumane..did he ever take you out, you missed school!” she murmured softly “No Melinda taught me, she home schooled me and took great care of me..until recently.” I blinked  and racked my brain through all of the maids that she read about before her journey here. It stopped on a mental image of a beautiful but plain woman with brown eyes and braided brown hair. She was in her early thirties and she was from Columbia. “Where is she now? I did not see her when I came yesterday, all of the maids and butlers were ordered to line up in the front for my arrival.” Lucette shrugged her shoulders and sat up, pointing toward a door in which I assumed was a closet. “She went there and hadn't returned. The last I saw of her was three days ago.” I got up and walked over to the door, I grabbed the knob but it burned me, I jumped back in shock and looked down at my hand. Burn marks were present on my skin and I made a fist. I looked back at her “what is the meaning of this door?” I asked and she responded “it is enchanted to keep any being from going in and out...I tried escaping that way I too could not touch the door.” I looked at her concerned but I grabbed the doorknob enduring the pain it caused me and twisted, it resisted burning my palm even further, I bit down on my cheek to prevent from yelling out and turned it, pulling it open. It resisted but finally gave in to my efforts. Behind the door was a wall. A freaking wall, Lucette stood up in the crib, leaning against the bars in shock. “How can that be!” she said “I saw light, bright light beaming out of that door, it swallowed her whole when she entered, she looked back at me with sadness!” She pulled on the bars, tears welling in her eyes before dropping down her slender cheeks “this is not fair, I chased after her, there was a door there!” She appeared visibly distraught. She dropped down onto her butt once more and began to sob like a child. Her hands went up and covered her eyes as she cried. I reached out and touched the wall a magic force could be felt. I looked back at her and walked over to her. “Shh, it's okay female, do not cry..” I was not much for consoling beings let alone humans..I reached over and gently brushed her pastel pink hair out of her eyes. She leaned into my touch, I froze there was nothing I could say at that moment as she brushed her tear streaked face against my palm like a cat. I hesitated before taking her body into my arms, it was done awkwardly as I adjusted her body. She weighed so little that it was easy to position her comfortably on my person. She let out a silent wail that racked her body. How can a human be so upset with a person who decided to leave her behind? I sank us into the rocking chair and rocked her until she settled. I reached over on the side table beside the chair and grabbed a pacifier, I slipped it into her mouth and she relaxed even further into my arms until eventually she drifted off to sleep. What am I supposed to do with this.. I looked down at the woman in my arms her body so frail and so fragile. My heart began to race as I watched her sleep. I had imprinted on a mortal female. It is one of the worst things a Wolf can ever do..Wolves can live for hundreds of years while mortals can not and when a wolf's mate dies they are lost and become feral or die. I do not want either of those things to happen. There is a old sorcerer or so the story goes that he can unbind your soul and change your mate, but as the story goes some end up having their entire soul ripped out...and the being turned feral and zombie like. Would it be worth the risk ? I need to visit this so called sorcerer to find out for myself or i'll find a way to correct this huge mistake. I looked down at her, her breathing was deep and even. She looked so much like an Angel that it is hard to believe that someone like herself is mortal. Her beauty and innocence far surpasses that of a Human being. I slowly got up and gently placed her in her crib. I grabbed a blanket hanging from the railing and tucked her in. I need to sort this out and where do I start with the pack..I turn around to see the most of the pack staring back at me through the open bookshelf