Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince: Masquerading as a Man

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I refused to move.

My breath was coming in short, uneven gasps, my heart hammering against my ribs. Reed’s grip tightened in my hair, the weight of his frustration pressing down on me as much as his body.

"Open your mouth, pretty boy." His voice was low, dangerous—like a beast ready to sink its teeth in.

I clenched my jaw. If I obeyed, then what? If I resisted, then what? I was trapped either way.

Reed sighed heavily, his fingers tangling deeper into my hair. "You’re testing my patience."

No shit. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to will myself somewhere else. But there was no "somewhere else." Only this moment, this nightmare.

I didn’t know how to do this. Didn’t want to. And yet, what choice did I have?

His voice dropped lower, brushing against my ear like a blade. "Don’t make me repeat myself."

I swallowed hard, my throat dry as sandpaper. My mind scrambled for a way out, but there was none. No escape. No mercy.

So I did the only thing I could—I tried to detach.

I imagined it was something else. A lollipop. Something harmless. Something I could pretend wasn’t happening.

My lips parted hesitantly, every instinct in me screaming to pull away. But Reed wasn’t the kind of person you denied. His grip in my hair reminded me of that—tight, unyielding. A warning.

"That’s it," he murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. "Now be a good boy and—"

I shut my mind off.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Survive.

I clenched my fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms, anything to ground myself. Anything to remind me that I was still here—that this was happening.

"Keep your teeth away, pretty boy." Reed’s voice was sharp, dangerous. "And use that sweet mouth properly."

I hated the way he said that. Like I was something to be trained. Something to be used.

He guided my head, setting the pace—slow at first, then faster, making it impossible to breathe. My throat burned, my body tensing as I gagged, my stomach twisting violently. I felt him twitch, heard the low groan of approval.

He liked this. He liked that I was struggling.

I gasped for air when he eased back, but I barely had a second before he pushed in again. "You’re learning," he murmured, almost amused. "See? Obedience isn’t so hard."

Tears burned at the corners of my eyes. Don’t think. Don’t react. Just survive.

I prayed he wouldn’t pull my hair—my wig. If he did, it was over. He’d know.

And I wasn’t sure which truth would enrage him more—that I had been lying all this time... or that I was a girl.

I imagined it was just a lollipop. A stupid, oversized lollipop that I had no choice but to take. My hands were clenched into fists on my lap, nails digging into my palms as I forced myself to comply. The alternative was worse.

Reed’s grip on my head was firm, his fingers threading into my wig. My heart pounded. If he tugged—just once—if he pulled too hard, my secret would be out. The thought made my stomach churn with something far worse than fear.

"Open up more, pretty boy," he ordered, voice like gravel and ice.

I did.

I told myself it was just survival, just another humiliation I had to endure to live. But when he moved, pushing himself deeper, my body recoiled on instinct. The unnatural intrusion, the loss of control—it made my throat tighten, made my breath come short and panicked.

Reed chuckled darkly. "Relax, pretty boy," he murmured, stroking my cheek almost mockingly. "Wouldn’t want to choke, would you?"

I couldn’t breathe. I gagged.

"Ah, there it is," he hummed, like he was enjoying it. "That little reaction. So fucking sweet."

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, but I forced them back. I wouldn’t cry. I wouldn’t let him have that.

His hold tightened, fingers pressing into my scalp. I braced myself, every muscle in my body wound tight. Any second now, he was going to pull—he was going to realize.

He didn’t.

Thank God, he didn’t.

But it wasn’t over. Not yet. My lungs burned, my vision blurred at the edges. My mind screamed at me to fight, to run, but where would I go? Who would help me?

No one.

I was utterly alone.

This was survival. This was me, not dying today.

And when Reed finally pulled away, laughing like this was all some game, I swallowed down the nausea and told myself—I would make it through this.

Even if it killed me.

He thrust into my mouth, more forceful this time, each movement rough and unforgiving. His grunts filled the empty aisle, low and guttural, a stark reminder of my helplessness. I could feel him twitch against my tongue, a warning of what was coming. Then, just as suddenly, he pulled away, a sharp inhale escaping his lips before warmth splattered across my face.

I flinched, my stomach twisting, but he only chuckled.

"Too bad I have to go," he murmured, tucking himself away with lazy satisfaction. His fingers tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. "If I had more time, I’d take that tight little ass too."

A shiver ran down my spine.

"But don’t worry," he continued, his voice like silk over steel. "I’ll make time for you. And don’t bother hiding from me again."

With that, he was gone, leaving me there—humiliated, used, and trapped in a secret I couldn’t afford to let slip.

I hated him. I hated this. I hated this place.

I felt filthy. Used. Defiled. The books I had struggled to reach were long forgotten, as insignificant as my dignity in this cursed place. My hands trembled as I reached for my handkerchief, wiping his disgusting release from my face, but no matter how hard I scrubbed, his scent lingered. It clung to my skin, sank into my pores—a grotesque reminder of what had just happened.

I curled into myself, knees drawn tight to my chest, arms wrapped around my shivering frame as silent sobs wracked my body. I wanted to disappear, to melt into the shadows of this forgotten corner and never exist again.

Then I heard it.

A taunting chuckle. Low, mocking.

No.

My body went rigid, my breath catching in my throat. I didn’t need to look up. I already knew who it was.

A sharp, burning twinge pulsed from the bite mark on my neck, like an animal gnawing at my flesh. My pulse quickened, hammering against my ribs.

Not now. Please. Not now.

My mind begged, but I knew mercy didn’t exist in this place.