*Laura’s POV *
I woke up a few hours later to find myself stripped and chained. Both of my hands had cuffs around them with chains that were connected to the ceiling; and even my legs were chained too, but I didn't see where the chains led to. The room was dark.
My palms were all sweaty, my hair clung to my face due to the presence of excessive sweat and my stomach was already grumbling from the lack of food for the past few hours. Worst of all were my butts. They were in pain! The cold metallic chair was not just hard against it but also felt like tiny needles were pricking at it.
Dear Goddess, I'm going to pass out soon...
The only sound that had been resounding around the room was the tick-tock of the wall clock, which I couldn't help but notice when the sound of an opening door took its place. I still couldn't see anything but I knew who had entered, for his presence made that weird sweet sensation crawl up my skin again.
"I see you haven't changed- yet, and it's past 12 already." He drawled from a corner of the room.
The lights flickered on, blinding me for a moment. He was standing with his arms folded and a brooding look on his handsome face.
"I can't change." I voiced quietly, my voice sounded distant and hoarse, it didn't even sound like me. I felt like I was about to puke.
"Why?" He asked, walking closer to where I was chained until he was standing right in front of me.
This dumb idiot!
"Because I made up the story," I croaked out, "how could you be so stupid as to believe in singing like that?" I asked angrily. As if insulting him wasn't enough, I spat at him, and even though the spittle didn't hit where I wanted it to, it still managed to grace his left foot where I watched it slowly dissolve into nothingness.
Oh God, I am stupid. So stupid.
I shouldn't have yelled, I shouldn't even have spat at him- because somehow I felt like an alarm just ticked off, and his cool demeanor turned into a psychotic beast in the blink of an eye.
And he slapped me. Like really slapped me.
"Oh you think I bought that silly joke of yours?" he seethed, holding my face roughly in his hands. My head was reeling and I couldn't seem to focus, I just wanted to wake up and realize that this was all a dream and it was Annabel he took not me.
"Now I'm going to show you what stupid people do." With that, he pulled at my hair, forcing me to stand and then slapped his lips against mine forcefully.
I was conflicted. I didn’t know whether to give into the kiss that was fast tumbling my senses or cry out from the pain he was inflicting on my scalp; so I just stood rooted to the floor while his lips assaulted me.
“Please p-please s-stop!” I cried out, when his hold on my hair tightened. I kept crying while scratching at his hands until it drew blood, but he didn’t even flinch; instead his other hand went up my chest, tugged off my bra and began its sweet assault on my breasts. “Sto—” My words trailed off as his warm mouth came in contact with one of my nipples; I moaned shamelessly.
I couldn’t decide if it was the Mate bond or the adrenaline pumping through my veins that made his touches light a blazing fire on my skin. I only knew that I wanted more, I needed to feel what it was like to be taken by your mate.
He suddenly sat on the chair I once sat on, and forcefully pulled me down so that I was straddling him, and before I could fully decipher what he was trying to do, he had ripped off my panties and inserted two of his fingers into my throbbing pussy. I moaned again.
“f-fuck!” I moaned, arching my back to allow him easier access; He pumped his fingers in and out of my vagina continuously until I began to spasm, but as soon as I was close to orgasm, he stopped.
I opened my eyes slowly, only to catch him staring at me with an indecipherable look on his face, and was about to sit up when he pulled me back down on his lap forcefully.
“What’re you trying to—” but the words had not yet fully left my mouth when I suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper going off. My heart raced in anticipation.
I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt something rod-like rub gently against my vagina opening; he teasingly rubbed against it slowly until I began to tremble lightly; and just as I was about to pull away to relive myself from the sensations his touch was doing to me, I felt him grip my waist tightly and then he plunged deep into my womanhood.
He started slowly, as if allowing me to accommodate the massive size of his not-so little member, and slowly he began to pick up the pace; a few minutes into the sex, he was already pounding into me so quickly, so deeply that I couldn’t feel my body anymore.
My eyes glazed over when his thrusts became frantic, almost beastly, painful even. It seemed like every plunge broke me, bit by bit, until I was slowly dissolving in his hands.
I suddenly felt one of his hands go up between our genitals to rub my clit as he fucked my pussy. The sensations, his fingers, everything was leaving me in a mess. I wanted to scream, to cry out, to moan, but the idea of having people hear us made me seal my mouth shut.
And again, as soon as I was about to climax, he stopped.
“Why!” I groaned in sexual frustration, I wanted to release myself so badly; his skillful hands had succeeded in turning me on so much that my body ached. “What did you do that for!” I cried out in desperation.
“What did I do for?” He asked cluelessly, pulling me up so that I got up from his lap. I did slowly, my body trembling.
“Why did you stop?” I cried out frustratedly, my body felt like it was on fire, like a huge automobile had run over me. As soon as he got up, I quickly sat back down on the chair to hide my trembling legs.
“I stopped because I grew bored.” He said simply, but his expression looked as if he was disgusted. He looked like someone who had been forced to eat stale food, “I’ll call on one of the maids to untie you and send you to the guest room. I do not want to see you in this room again.”
I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to jubilate at his statement, but I felt myself growing sad. I felt sad, because he was my mate! And I had high expectations of him.
I’d always thought my mate would be my escape from the harshness of this world, my pillar, but it turns out he’s just like everyone else, everyone who didn’t like me…
********I don't understand why I had to become the mate of someone like Xander, as he is called. Just when I thought I had it all living with my mom, stepdad and sister, I never imagined I would live a much worse life in the pack of my so-called mate, Xander. The room is quite spacious and supposed to be comfortable since there happened to be a huge bed, a large television in the middle of the room and a closet filled with all styles of clothing and shoes, but then,my life was much worse. I wasn't happy. Nothing seemed to be going okay. While I was growing up, I used to imagine that my mate would be some handsome prince charming who would sweep me off my feet, love and protect me with all of his heart. Little did I know that I would be living a life of hell with my so-called mate. Handsome he was, but cruel and ruthless he was also. In my own mate's pack, I became a prisoner. Living in the room prepared for me for over a month without basking in the sound or having the rain drop
I stared at him, my heart pounding violently like it was going to burst out of my chest at any minute. This was so not my plan. I don't understand why things had to be this way. I stood in front of him, I felt like I was being made to stand in front of a crowd without clothes. He was my mate but he treated me worse than a whore. He laid on my bed with his hands placed underneath his head, his legs crossed together, while staring at my nakedness. He didn't utter a word but took a good view of my naked form. I cover both parts of my chest with my hands but, unfortunately, I don't have a third hand to cover my private area. His gaze was weirdly dark while he stared at me. This was something new. Whenever he comes to my room, I get punished in a different way. The last time he came, he made me squat while he laid flat on the floor while he feasted on my pussy. He ate me for an hour and I was not allowed to move. If I did, he would bite my clit every single time. I cried and moaned at
I stroked and sucked him countless times, and he always cummed deep down my throat, making me swallow his liquid. Though this was meant to make me suffer, as much as I sucked him, I felt high with desires. Now I understand what the punishment was all about. He wanted me to feel all high with urge but he never planned on satisfying me. I could feel my liquid littering the floor. I needed him deep inside me, but he just wouldn't give me what I wanted. I don't understand why he had to be so cruel towards me. I sucked and sucked until I couldn't feel my throat or the walls of my jaw anymore. They ache so badly. I couldn't even try to speak, knowing my voice would be inaudible. I sucked him and I lost count of the many times he came. The guy was a sex maniac. He never got tired, no matter how much he released. When he noticed I was getting tired of sucking him on my own, he would pull me towards his dick with his hands placed at the back of my head, then he began thrusting the walls of
I had been absent from the pack for two days now, but my beta, Chris, had always known where I was at. "Xander, why are you here? I thought you'd been with your mate ever since you took her to our pack?" I took my gaze up at Chris, but didn't say a word to him. I rather sipped my wine and stared into empty space. "Xander, I don't know what you have in mind, but do you know Luna almost died last night?" I froze but didn't show it. I slowly put down the glass of wine I was drinking and took my gaze back to Chris. "What do you mean?""I don't know what happened. She didn't come down for breakfast-""That is because I asked Lucy to let her have some rest," I interrupted. "Oh, some rest. Okay, I understand that, but she didn't come for lunch or dinner either. Since no one bothered to see what she was up to, I decided to go visit her-""Why would you visit my mate!" I interrupted again and this time, I could hardly hold back my anger. "Woah! Best it down Xander! You were not around an
Just when I thought I would be able to tell him all what I felt, I rather ended up holding myself back because I knew what that meant. Another Punishment. I haven't recovered from the one I went through lady night, so it would be foolish of me to provoke him again. Who knows, maybe I will die this time, since I didn't succeed in dying the first time. I wanted to ask the healer who actually saved me, but I was scared to go too deep with my questions. I don't want any trouble. Though he was being nice to me, that didn't stop me from being scared. They were all lycans and I suppose they think alike. Maybe it was better to forget whoever it was that saved me. That way I would have a peaceful life. If there was anything I learned while living under the roof of my stepfather, it was to mind my business. That was the only way I stayed out of trouble. ********Ever since I was admitted to the infirmary, the only person who has visited me was the pack's beta named Chris and, of course, the
When night came, I could hardly sleep, what I saw and heard earlier in the day kept replaying in my head like a movie. I also remember laughing at him for the way he behaved. I thought no woman would want to be with a man like Xander, but from the look of things, it was the reverse. No man would want to be with an ugly duckling like me. No wonder my ex-boyfriend chose my sister over me. What was I ever thinking, saying that to Alpha Xander? Good thing I didn't complete my sentence for fear of being punished. Still, that doesn't change the fact that I laughed at him, what a fool I've made of myself. I face palmed myself feeling terrible about my actions. But now that the future Luna is here, what will be my fate? It was already troublesome with Xander around. What will happen to me, now that Ciara is here? I took a glance outside and stared at the moon, which shone brightly. What has the moon goddess in store for me? Does she hate me this much? Could I have committed a grave sin i
What was that? Everyone wants a piece of Xander. I began to wonder if it was the Xander I actually know or if it was someone else. The Xander I know isn't someone nice to women. What was I saying? He wasn't nice to me in particular. I'm not sure he does the same thing he did to me, to the others. When I saw him yesterday with Ciara, I could see just how happy he was. Of course, he was nice to her, so I'm guessing he was nice to every other female except me. That must be it. My poor life. I wonder what I ever did to deserve such treatment. "Uhm, Luna? I'm not saying this to make you feel bad, because no matter what happens, you remain the Luna to Alpha Xander and there's nothing no one can do about it. Not even Ciara," Chris whispered the last part, which made me turn my gaze towards him in surprise. Chris took me to the pack's training court, and for the first time, I was happy I had to leave my room. I saw the pack soldiers all looking like giants with strong body build. If not fo
**********I hummed a song as I prepared for my training which was to start later in the evening. I smiled at myself when I realized that my time of being idle would soon be over. Just when I thought I wouldn't be able to survive in the Knighters pack, the moon goddess had paved a way for me through Chris. I just cannot be trained as a soldier. For now, Chris told me not to let anyone know about my training. I don't have any friends to begin with, so that doesn't count. I won't let anyone in on what I'm trying to do. Xander will be the last to ever find out. I know for a fact that he won't let me do what I please. In fact, height decides to punish me again if he ever finds out about what I'm trying to do. After preparing my training outfit, I neatly hid it at the back of the closet. Not that anyone will ever find out anyway, but it's better than being sorry. This was important to me, and I cannot let anyone find out about what I'm up to. Just then, I heard a soft knock on my door.