But I'm Not An Alpha!

Chapter 1

“Hey Alberto, we got a live one! Bring out some grub for the hungry kid. His stomach is singin an opera over here.” She bellowed out and a scruffy looking cook popped his head out from what appeared to be a walk in pantry. This place was just… ostentatious, Dunk mused as he took in every corner. Of course the kitchen at John's estate was probably bigger but he had never been allowed inside it. All his meals were specially prepared and brought to him in his prison of a room back there. Leaving the bed chambers were strictly off limits unless accompanied by John and even then it was generally only done to show him off to others. Dunk had had no freedom there. He was treated like an object. Specifically a sex object. John hadn't cared that he was innocent or a virgin.  He didn't care about being gentle or taking it slow. Dunk's first time was painful. Nothing more, no gentle kisses. No sweet words. No love at all, just pain and fear and then it was over. All Dunk could do was endure it, fight through the tears and get it over with. His only saving grace was that John tended to be quick in finishing. Not that Dunk had ever finished. He didn't even want to honestly. Sex to him was a painful reminder that he was useless in more ways than he could count. He collected his failures like fallen petals at his feet and prayed. He begged any god or deity that would listen to help him get pregnant quickly so he could end this endless torture. He knew that as soon as he conceived John would stop abusing him every night and he would be able to just live his life. At least that was his dream. A dream that seemed as fantastical as a calm happiness. As time went on Dunk gave up hope of ever being free. Of ever being happy. He didn't even dare to wish for it anymore. The only thing he could ask for was maybe death. Yes. He would be free in death at least. But that was also a release he was denied in the end. 

“Hey kid. You okay? You look a little pale. You're not sick or anything are you? Do you need the doctor? I can fetch him.” Dunk shook his head and out on a weak smile that he hoped was convincing enough to alleviate their worry. 

“Sorry, I skipped breakfast this morning so I am a little tired. The food smells lovely, thank you.” Dunk took the plate of food and picked at it objectively, moving the pieces around on the plate with little appetite. He knew he should eat something, but the thought of eating food right now made him feel ill. He glanced at the worried faces of the two people watching him and took the smallest of bites, swallowing it down with great effort. He was sure that it tasted wonderful under normal conditions but his mind didn't even register the flavors as he passed another bite through his lips. He wondered how much he could get away with eating so they wouldn't worry about him. He downed a couple more bites before setting the plate down and taking a long drink of water. He pushed the plate away, at his limit for what he could stomach at this moment. Alberto took the plate and looked at the mound of uneaten food. 

“That's all you're gonna eat?” He asked, giving a disapproving look. 

“Are you a human or a bird? How are you gonna survive on just that little bit? Do you always eat like this? They weren't starving you over there were they?” Lucie asked in her 20 questions manner. Dunk had a hard time keeping up with her string of questions. 

“Ah… no… they didn't starve me or anything. I am just a little nervous and stressed so it makes me not want to eat a lot. I am sure once I feel more settled and at ease I will be more inclined to eat more. I promise when I am hungry I will let you know. The food really was delicious.” He lied, flashing a fake smile once again. He was well practiced on how to grin and bear it. 

“Boy, you can tell he is a noble, huh. Such fancy words to say so little. It's fine kiddo. We are not really strict on meal times here so you can always pop in for a meal. If I'm not here then feel free to grab a snack or something.” Alberto handed Dunk an apple and cleared away the plate for cleaning.