by Cassie Wolf
RELATED SERIES
The following titles while related to this series are within a different genre for their context. They are erotica shorts from the perspective of a young female character who lives within this world. If you do not like spoilers, please do not read the following. Tribal Alpha: Innocence is available for free via download.
Tribal Alpha: Innocence (Volume One)
Tribal Alpha: Aqua (Volume Two)
Tribal Alpha: Truth (Volume Three)
Tribal Alpha: Celebration (Volume Four)
Tribal Alpha: Justice (Volume Five)
Tribal Alpha: Five Volume Collection (All five of the above shorts in one)
TRIBAL ALPHA: INNOCENCE
Tonight’s feast had seen the arrival of prestigious guests in our small tribal village. It was the first time that my father had let me out for such an event. Usually, I would be kept indoors until father came home. He didn’t care about me; he wanted me out of the hut. The only reason I was still here was because he believed I should be the one caring for the household – the cooking, the chores are all apparently a “woman’s job” – while he pissed away all his earnings from the farm and hunting on imported ale. My mother had left during the night a few years back, with my older sister and brother. We got by alright, I guess. We ate, drank fresh water and had clothes, more than most do out there.
“Subira!” It was early morning when I heard him call from outside the hut. I emerged, raising an eyebrow at him as he stood with the heavy buckets of water from the local well. A thin, middle-aged man, my father looked more lively than usual, with a crooked grin on his face.
“You have gone to fetch the water, Father?” I asked him, keeping my wide, golden-brown eyes on him suspiciously.
“Yes I did; I have something for you to do,” he stuttered, placing the buckets on the floor with a small splash over the sides. He rummaged in his pockets, taking out a tiny velvet pouch with a few golden coins inside and handed it over to me. “I need you to go to the local market and find yourself the best clothes you can. Spend all the coin if you need to.”
I tilted my head, brushed the thick, dark curls from my shoulder and kept my stare, entirely confused. “Are you sure, Father?”
He nodded and pushed the pouch into my hand. “Yes! Take it! Rumour has it some nobles will be making an appearance to watch our tribe again. The Chief said we may attend the feast.”
I felt the core of my stomach flutter with excitement. I had always dreamt of going to one of these feasts: the parties around the fire, the freshly-hunted meat filling the air of our small village and the dancing all night long. For so many years my father had said no to me going. I wasn’t going to question this opportunity!
A huge grin broke across my face as I took the money and quickly ran inside to put on my shoes before dashing out towards our meagre market.
The stalls were covered in pieces traded from all over the world, lots of vibrant colours and revealing clothes. The smells of incense and the cooked meats over the rusted grills in some of them. Many of the males made low remarks about me; to them I was just a stranger and they would smirk amongst themselves, lost within their whispers.
None of the dresses seemed to fit me very well. Growing into womanhood had made my breasts enlarge greatly and got me a few whistles from stall owners and even some neighbours who I had grown up knowing.
“What’s that behind you?” I heard a deep voice say over my shoulder.
Quickly, I turned around and saw a male leaning against a post. The moment my eyes gazed at him, my heart could not stop pounding. Tall, the sun glistening from his dark bronze skin as well as each of the battle scars up his arm and the one large across his chest. His eyes were narrow, with a twinkling, hypnotic sheen, showing hazel with a dash of green across. His jaw was square, and he had rough facial hair, a straight nose, blue and white war paint across either of his high cheekbones and a mouth that looked incredibly smooth as he smirked in my direction. The matching war paint on his topless torso took the form of a sun, while his upper arms were decorated in spikes. Handsome, masculine and with ebony, thick dreadlocks down to his shoulders, he was easily in his early thirties, but just looking at him sent a shudder down my spine I had never felt with anyone before.
“Uhm… what?” I asked him, blushing slightly.
The stranger smirked at me once more. “I just wanted to see your fine behind,” he said in his mellow voice.
I raised an eyebrow at him before narrowing my gaze and returning my attention to the clothes on the stall, picking up a gold bikini-styled top with lots of intricate beads and decorations hanging from it.
I heard heavy footsteps behind me but continued to drum my fingers through the rack to see what else there was, trying to keep my breathing as well as my blushing under control.
“So who be claiming you, girl? A behind like that, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”
I bit my lip and looked over my shoulder. My gaze was trapped by him for a moment. He was incredibly gorgeous… the scars, his body… everything about him was so masculine. I felt a hot sensation run between my legs, and my womanhood felt like it was aching with a pulsing warmth for an instant before I opened my mouth.
“Not claimed, sir,” I managed to stutter and gave him a shy smile.
“Sir?! So formal, miss.” He took my hand into his and pressed his lips against my fingers while lowering himself in a gracious bow. “I am Tau.”
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