3. Doing what Is Expected

[Warning: Dubious consent]

“Who...who…” My throat felt dry as I stared at the....werewolf? But we didn’t look like this. I scrambled to sit up, but his furry arms bracketed me, caged me from moving. I clutched on the blanket tightly. 

“Mine,” he repeated, voice grated. I averted my gaze from his golden ones. Fear and panic had rendered my mind blank and even Astrid didn’t respond. She merely whimpered when he nuzzled the crook of my neck, right where the scent gland was situated. I was sweating profusely while hoping for alpha Isaac’s arrival. The room was doused in darkness. The dim lights from outside filtered in but they barely did anything to illuminate the room even to the slightest. 

“Please….leave,” I managed to say. But my feeble voice went unheard as his tongue swiped across the skin above the scent gland. To my horror, I felt a shiver run down my spine. He lowered his body slightly, enough that I could feel his erection press against my stomach. 

“I am...I am alpha Isaac’s bride, you...you need to leave,” I said forcefully this time. Who lets this wolf in? Who was he? When he did not pay heed, my panic turned into anger. ‘Astrid, we need to do something.’ My skin prickled as one of his clawed fingers caressed the side of my breast. It dawned upon me, alleviating my horror that if I didn’t do anything, I might possibly be raped and no one would stop that, not even Astrid, as she was calm and silent. No one had stopped him from entering this room, either. With all my might, I shoved at his chest. I was by no way a weak wolf. I had alpha blood in me and I trained my wolf in secret. Those training yielded good results today as the wolf staggered back a little, falling back beside me. I rolled out of the bed and made my way to the door only to find that the damned door was locked and it wouldn’t budge. 

“Where do you think you are going?” that raspy voice growled as he snaked his strong arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. “Who are you?” I growled while trying to free myself from his hold. Adrenaline had subdued my fear and I hoped it would keep fueling my anger as well. I let my claws sink into the meat of his forearm. He hissed, loosening his grip momentarily. 

I started rattling the door and banging on it. “Open the door.” At the back of my mind, I knew that probably no one would be coming to help or open the door, and yet I kept banging louder, ignoring the stinging in my fists. 

“Defying your alpha isn’t allowed here.” My hand stopped mid-action. I belatedly realised that he hadn’t done anything else to me, nor had he stopped me from asking for help. I slowly turned around, my heart thumping in my chest and my breath hitched at the sight. Instead of the black wolf who had tried to force himself on me, stood a man, not a stitch of clothes on him. My gaze carefully skated around his...private parts as I took in his form. I swallowed dryly. 

His honeyed gaze met mine, a smirk played on his lips. “Weren’t you waiting for alpha Isaac? Well, here I am.” He spread his arms as he retorted. My back hit the door with a light thump as I stared at the man in disbelief. 

“Why...why were you..”

“In the wolf form? I am in a rut and I can’t stay in this form for long. Just to quell your doubt, I transformed.” Saying this, he changed back again, right in front of my eyes. I gasped again.

“Come to bed,” he commanded. My skin prickled at that. He prowled towards me, until he had invaded my personal space while I stood there, numb. “Come to bed so that we can bond. So that I can make you mine. You are here for that, aren’t you? The sacrifice for the sake of peace. Fulfil that role then.” His words had degrading implications, but they were true, weren’t they. I knew this was what it would lead to. I was to be mistress, I was to relieve his sexual hunger so that no other unmarried, unmated girl would have to do that. 

It wasn’t until I felt a clawed thumb brush against my cheek that I realised I was crying. “Your tears won’t melt my dead heart, pup.” I pushed away his hand. If this was to be my fate then I had no other choice but to accept it, that’s what I have been doing. I steeled my heart and walked towards the bed. 

A few moments later, after I lay down, he joined me. This time, I let go of my inhibitions. My heart would never be his anyway, but I had nowhere else to go, no one else would accept me, not even my own mate if I had one. His pointed canines grazed my neck, making me shudder. His clawed fingers pulled and pinched my nipples through the fabric of my gown, making them painfully erect. A moan slipped out of my lips, unbidden. I hissed when his teeth pricked the skin, and slowly sunk in as he ground against my hips. I clutched the bed sheets tightly as he licked the column of my neck before his teeth tore the gown. I laid bare in front of him, for his taking, a sacrifice, a piece of flesh. 

I shivered as his tongue swirled around my left nipple before switching. No words were spoken as he parted my thighs, settling between them. He discarded the shredded gown and nuzzled the most intimate part of me and my traitorous body reacted to it. “Your body is honest,” he murmured before I felt his tongue on me. I cried out, feeling both pleasure and humiliation, feeling aroused and ashamed. I turned my head and muffled my cries as he feasted on me. 

And then I felt a blunt nudge. A scream ripped out of my mouth, echoing in the silent room as he entered me slowly. Tears streamed down my cheeks while he moved and set a rhythmic pace. I sobbed as I endured the pain, cried as I felt pleasure building in my belly and whimpered when he released inside me. By the time he was done, I felt drained. I shut my eyes, making a futile attempt to shut myself from this horrid reality.