Chapter 5

Third Person Pov

"You are not to speak of this to anyone," Gregory growled at Emma, his voice low and dangerous.

But Emma was too overwhelmed by her own rising desire to truly hear him.

"When I talk to you, I expect a response," Gregory repeated, this time his hands trailing down to Emma’s waist, pulling her closer. He guided her toward the bed, gently laying her down.

Emma’s eyes were glazed with lust as she gazed up at her Alpha, her breath coming in quick gasps.

"Please, I need you, Alpha," Emma whimpered, her voice trembling as she tried to pull herself closer to Gregory, her body already responding to his presence.

Gregory took his time, moving slowly up her body, leaving a trail of heated kisses on her flushed skin.

He could practically taste her arousal in the air, thick and intoxicating. When he reached her lips, he captured them in a deep, searing kiss, pouring all of his pent-up desire and anger into it.

Emma moaned softly against his mouth, her hips instinctively lifting off the bed to press against him.

But Gregory wasn't ready to give in to her needs just yet. He pulled back, smirking slightly at her frustrated whimper. "Patience," he murmured. "We have all night."

His hands explored her body, squeezing and caressing until she was writhing beneath him, every touch heightening her need.

He pushed aside the delicate lace covering her, groaning at the sight of her glistening folds. His fingers traced along her lips, teasing her swollen clit with the lightest of touches.

Emma's hips bucked in response, but Gregory held her down firmly, his hand pressing against her stomach.

"I'm in charge here," he growled softly. "You’ll take what I give, and nothing more.

Emma’s breathing became ragged as Gregory continued to tease her, his fingers sliding into her slick heat with slow, deliberate movements.

Her inner muscles clenched around him, but he kept his thrusts shallow, denying her the release she craved.

"You're so wet," he muttered, adding a third finger and stretching her wider. "Is this what you want? To be filled up, to scream for me?"

Emma whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders as he toyed with her, but Gregory only chuckled, a dark sound in the quiet room.

He pulled his fingers away completely, raising them to his lips to taste her arousal.

"Not tonight," he said, his tone colder now. "We’re not doing this until you explain yourself—why you've been with other men before me, your mate."

With that, he rolled off the bed, leaving her aching and unfulfilled.

"You don’t deserve my time," he spat, his voice laced with disdain. "Just look at you—disgusting whore all you care about is having a dick inside you and I would never give you that satisfaction."

He cast one last scathing look at her before disappearing into the bathroom.

The sound of running water soon filled the air, leaving Emma alone, hot, wet, and in pain.

Gregory stood under the cold spray, his jaw clenched as he struggled to regain control. His erection throbbed painfully, refusing to be ignored.

He wrapped his hand around the base, squeezing tightly, trying to dull the desperate urge to sink into Emma’s warmth.

His mind conjured up images of her—on her knees before him, or bent over, ready to take him.

The fantasy sent jolts of pleasure through him, his hand moving faster, stroking himself with increasing urgency.

He imagined her face, flushed with ecstasy, her body trembling as she came apart under his touch.

It didn’t take long for him to reach the edge. With a low grunt, he came, hot streams of cum splattering against the shower wall.

But the relief was fleeting, leaving him hollow and still aching for her.

Meanwhile, Emma lay trembling on the bed, her body taut with need. Her skin was damp with sweat, her hair clinging to her forehead.

Her pussy clenched around nothing, the emptiness almost unbearable. She slid a hand between her thighs, trying to find some relief, but it wasn’t enough.

She needed Gregory—his weight, his touch, his cock filling her completely.

She could still feel his phantom touch, the memory of his stubble against her neck, his hands on her body.

The mate bond pulsed between them, urging her to go to him, to end this torturous separation.

But instead, Emma sobbed quietly into her pillow, tears of frustration and longing wetting her cheeks.

Her thighs pressed together tightly, but the throbbing need only grew stronger. She felt like she was about to burst out of her own skin, desperate for the connection she craved yet unable to reach it.

Emma lay there, her body still trembling, her breaths ragged.

She turned onto her side, curling into herself, as silent tears began to spill down her cheeks.

It wasn’t her fault. That thought echoed in her mind, over and over, a desperate plea for understanding.

She hadn’t chosen this path, hadn’t wanted to be seen as anything other than his, but now, here she was, with her own mate looking at her as though she was nothing more than a whore.

Her body betrayed her—slick and needy—while her heart shattered into a thousand pieces. The mate bond, supposed to be a blessing, felt like a curse now, a chain that bound her to someone who didn’t see her, didn’t understand her.

Emma pressed her face into the pillow, her sobs muffled but unrelenting. The ache between her legs was nothing compared to the agony tearing through her chest.

She wanted to scream, to rage against the unfairness of it all, but all she could do was cry, her tears soaking the pillow as she lay in the bed that now felt too big, too cold, too lonely.

She wasn’t what he thought. She wasn’t what he accused her of being.

But how could she make him see that?

How could she make him understand that her heart had always been for her mate, even when her body had been forced to survive in a world that didn’t care?

Emma’s tears kept coming, a steady stream of sorrow that refused to be dammed.

Just as Emma thought she couldn’t cry any more, the door creaked open. Her heart lurched, and she quickly wiped at her tear-streaked face.

Gregory stood in the doorway, his presence immediately filling the room.

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His hair was damp, droplets of water clinging to the dark strands, and his skin glistened under the soft light, still wet from the shower.

Water trailed down his chest, following the defined lines of his muscles, and the towel wrapped low around his hips was the only thing covering him.

He took a step forward, his eyes narrowing as they locked onto her, filled with something cold and unreadable.

The sight of him, freshly showered with such nice body made her more horny.

Before she could take his whole body in, his voice cut through the silence, cold and devoid of any warmth. “Get out,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

Her breath hitched, the words stinging like a slap.

“Alpha, please…” she started, her voice trembling, but he silenced her with a look that made her feel even smaller.

“I said, get out,” he repeated, his voice lower, more dangerous.

"Or is it that you're just desperate for it? uh" you want to be fucked so hard right.

Gregory's voice was a low, dangerous growl as he advanced on Emma.

His hand shot out, fingers tangling roughly in her hair as he yanked her off the bed. The sudden pain made her gasp, but before she could react, he dragged her across the room, forcing her down onto the cold, unforgiving floor.

"Lick the floor!" he roared, his voice echoing in the room as he towered over her, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and disgust.

"Since you’re so desperate for a dick, why don’t you start by licking damn the floor?"

He leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing. "You know something?" he continued, his tone laced with venom.

"Your scent—it reeks. I could never lower myself to be with a dirty, used omega like you."

Emma lay trembling on the floor, her body frozen in shock.

She didn’t move, didn’t even flinch, her mind reeling from the sudden violence. Her unresponsiveness seemed to only infuriate Gregory further.

His lips curled into a sneer as he stared down at her.

Without warning, he hauled her up again, this time shoving her roughly towards the door.

She stumbled, barely catching herself before she hit the wall. He shoved her out of the room, slamming the door behind her and locking it with a final, decisive click.

The sound echoed in the hallway, leaving Emma standing there, alone and trembling, trying to process what had just happened.