Kurt opened his eyes slowly. He felt like he was floating on a very soft cloud. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dark room, and he realized he had no idea where he was. He began to panic inside, his heart stuttering against his ribs, but he sat up slowly and cautiously, with his body sore and his senses alert for any sign of danger or even just any indication of his circumstances.
He was in a soft, warm bed, in one of the nicest rooms he,d ever seen. Nothing in Hunter's house had come close, and Alpha was the richest were in Lima.
Then it all came back to him. Hunter was not his Alpha anymore. He wasn't even alive. The other Alpha had killed him, the terrifying black wolf, massive and ferocious. Kurt remembered submitting to him on instinct, and then everything was a blank until now. Looking around, he lowered his shaking feet to the floor. The plush rug there cradled his bare feet, and he stood up gingerly, swaying a bit. He guessed that wherever he was, the Alpha had brought him here, and his stomach clenched miserably at the thought of why.
This was to be his life, passed from Alpha to Alpha, each more brutal than the last. Part of him wanted to just reveal his wolf form and be killed. Hunter may have had some strange fascination with him, but he knew that others were repulsed and suspicious. A powerful wolf who discovered his strangeness would probably just kill him. He had been reminded of that often enough, when Hunter and his father told him how grateful he should be that they let him live. If he revealed himself as not only a runt and omega, but a strange white wolf, maybe he would be put out of his misery, avosing further pain and humiliation.
But he knew that for some reason, he didn't want to die. So if this was to be his fate, all he could think to do was hide his wolf form from this Alpha...and submit to him, and do whatever it took to please him, in the hope that his treatment might improve accordingly.
He stood there, fixed in place where he slid from the bed. He was frozen with wariness and doubt, with no idea what to do next. He didn't know if he was expected to wait here or to seek Alpha out, or how long it would be before someone came to him.
Kurt shivered, wrapping his arms around his naked torso, and stared at the closed door, before finally taking one step forward. He stopped when the door handle began to turn. He held his breath as the door pushed open quietly, dropping his eyes to the floor when it revealed Alpha on the other side.
The smell of something warm and delicious filled Kurt's nose, making his mouth water, but he couldn't concentrate on it, not with the intimidating wolf in front of him, waves of dominance pouring off of him and making Kurt tremble in both fear and an overwhelming urge to submit.
"You're awake," Alpha said, walking towards Kurt slowly. His voice was quiet, but filled with steady power.
"Alpha," Kurt whispered, bowing his head and beginning to drop to his knees. He let out a gasp when strong hands suddenly gripped his arms, stopping him from lowering to the ground.
"There's no need for that," Alpha said, his voice still steady, but softer now, "you might not remember, but you submitted to me before."
Kurt nodded hesitantly, quickly whispering an apology. He thought it was very strange, the way this Alpha was acting, especially since he hadn't been dropping to his knees in order to submit, but for another reason that didn't seem to occur to Alpha.
"There's nothing to be sorry for. Here, I brought you something to eat."
Kurt raised his eyes a little, hesitantly looking where Alpha was gesturing. On the nightstand was a tray, one that Alpha must have brought in without Kurt even noticing. it was stacked high with roasted chicken and potatoes, and Kurt couldn't help but stare at the feast in front of him. Surely Alpha didn't really mean this was for Kurt. It had to be some joke, or a test, one that Kurt needed to pass, he was certain.
His heart jumped to his throat when he realized Alpha was looking at him, apparently waiting for him to respond. "It's for me?" he asked stupidly, but Alpha just smiled and nodded, to his surprise.
Kurt clenched his jaw, readying himself.
"Wh-what do I need to do to earn it?"
Alpha frowned at this, and Kurt begin to panic.
"I - please, I'll be good for you, Alpha," he said, kneeling, and this time Alpha didn't stop him, "I can make you feel good, whatever you want."
He reached up to undo his belt buckle, but a commanding voice stopped him immediately.
"Don't do that," Alpha said, and although his voice was still quiet, Kurt could hear an undercurrent of anger.
Kurt ducked his head, shaking, as Alpha moved, waiting to be beaten. But the other wolf simply lowered himself down onto the floor next to Kurt, making his eyes fly up in shock. He quickly lowered them again, but not before meeting golden eyes that were blazing as if Alpha was lit with fire from within.
"I-I'm sorry," Kurt mumbled, arching his neck in submission, because the rest of him seemed to be unable to move, he was so frightened. "Please, Alpha, tell me what to do for you, I-I'll do anything you w-want, please…" He only wanted to make Alpha happy. If he could gain his favor, in the only way he knew how, maybe Alpha would protect him from the other wolves, and keep him only for his personal use. Maybe, if he pleased him enough, he wouldn't beat him often, and Kurt could have that food that called out to him so invitingly.
A large, warm hand curved gently around his throat, settling there possessively. Kurt sighed a little in relief, relaxing only slightly. Alpha's touch was comforting in some small way, if only because his omega instincts responded to such a dominant wolf gladly.
"Look at me," Alpha commanded, and so Kurt raised his eyes warily, unable to stop a tear from slipping down his cheek. Alpha's eyes watched it slide down his skin, but he didn't seem offended.
"I want you to eat," Alpha said, looking right into Kurt's eyes and unnerving him. "That's what I want. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Alpha," Kurt whispered uncertainly, tempted to glance at the food, but not daring to break the other man's gaze. He understood that Alpha meant the food for him, but he still didn't know what he needed to do in order to have it.
"Good." Alpha stood up, wrapping an arm around Kurt as he did so, so that Kurt was pulled to his feet as well. Kurt's wolf preened at the contact, the warm weight of that strong arm around his waist.
"Here," Alpha said, handing Kurt the plate of food. Kurt stared down at it, and his stomach growled. "Eat only as much as you can; I don't want you to be sick." Alpha's hands guided Kurt until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, the food still in his hands. "I'll...be right back."
With that, he left the room, shutting the door behind him, and Kurt stared at the door before looking down at the food again. Alpha couldn't mean…? But he had left him alone with the food, and told him to eat it, and hadn't mentioned anything else. With his stomach demanding to be fed, and his omega growling at him to obey Alpha, Kurt brought numb fingers to pick up a piece of the succulent chicken and bring it to his mouth.