Chapter 2

Confrontation and Conflict

Our house was just meters away from the woods, the tall sprawling woods, the pack lived here. It was all to prevent sightings of werewolves I knew. The pack was secluded, far away from humans.

I stared out at the view as Rachel's voice echoed in my ears, she'd just called me.

"Are you sure of this Chloe? Vincent would be furious," Rachel asked, her voice laced with worry.

I took a deep breath, my hands trembling as I held the phone. "I won't back down Rachel, I'm tired of being treated like I'm trash or…or like his plaything." My voice cracked, and I wiped away a tear.

"Be careful Chloe," Rachel whispered, "If something happens call me immediately okay?"

I nodded, wiping my eyes. "I will." I ended the call and I stared outside quietly, waiting for Vincent's return.

The sound of screeching car tires made my heart race, Vincent was back.

The divorce papers felt strangely heavy in my hands, a symbol of the end of our sham marriage. The lawyer had faxed them over. My palms were sweaty and my eyes glinted with determination, this was ending today I thought.

The door creaked open, and Vincent stumbled in, his eyes bloodshot, his clothes disheveled. He still wore the suit he'd worn to work yesterday, he reeked of alcohol and cheap perfume. My stomach turned at the sight

Pink lipstick stains stood out on his white shirt, reminding me of his infidelity. I couldn't help the stab of pain that shot through me, a wave of disappointment crashed into me.

"Well, well, well," he sneered, "Look what we have here. My weakling of a mate waiting to welcome me. How quaint."

I took a deep breath, my voice steady. "Vincent, we need to talk."

He chuckled, his eyes mocking me. "Oh, I think we've said enough."

Vincent's eyes reddened "You're just a useless weakling, you should be thankful I chose you.You're just angry because I had a little fun last night. You know I can't be tied down."

My anger boiled over but I held it in, keeping my cool. He wasn't even trying to defend himself. "You had fun? With one of your whore?" My eyes narrowed "What happened to being my mate? What happened to our vows Vincent?" I wiped my eyes, cleaning the little tears that'd escaped my guard.

Vincent snorted. "Promises, promises. You know I can't keep them. You even speak about vows?" Vincent sneered, his eyes flashing with contempt "You became my mate and wife because you didn't have a better option, Chloe. All you wanted was the money, don't act like you really cared."

What? My eyes widened, How could he say such a thing?

"You're wrong, Vincent. I cared about you once. But now, I see you for what you are. A cheater, a liar, and a user. And I won't tolerate it anymore."

Vincent's face twisted in anger, his eyes flashing with contempt. "You think you're so much better than me? You're just a weak, pathetic woman who can't even keep her mate satisfied.

You're boring Chloe, even the pack abhors you. If it wasn't for me, no one would spare you a glance within this pack. Without me you're nothing!" Vincent spat.

I felt a surge of adrenaline, my heart racing with fear. But I stood my ground, refusing to back down. "I may not be perfect, Vincent. But at least I'm not a cheater. And I won't be used by you."

I flung the divorce papers at his face, " I reject you as my mate I'm filing for a divorce Vincent, you can have all the girls in the world. I'm done here, I'll be taking Mackenzie with me."

I turned to walk away but Vincent grasped my hand, his face darkened with anger "You think it's that easy? That I'll let you get a divorce how and when you want it? You gold-digging whore! All you've ever been after is my money."

I struggled to free myself, my heart raced. "I could care less about your money Vincent, you're pathetic, I can't believe I fell in love with you. I want a divorce." I summoned courage, staring back at Vincent.

Vincent's eyes narrowed, and he shouted "And who told you you can simply do whatever you want? You're mine Chloe, MINE!" Vincent roared, his hands grasping for my clothes.

One of his hands tugged at my hair, making me gasp in pain. His other hand went down between my thighs.

My expression changed, I shook in fear, I pushed him away, my voice was shaky. "No, Vincent, what are you trying to do? Stop!" I struggled intensely in his grasp.

But he was too strong, too angry. He slapped me, his hand stinging my cheek. I felt a wave of pain. Tears streamed from my eyes. As I stared at Vincent my gaze gradually changed to that of disgust. I hated this man, I just realized I was mated to a demon, I hated my mate, Why couldn't my mate understand me, WHY? I sobbed, my sight blurred with tears.

My consciousness became hazy and darkness crept up on me.

Vincent's face stopped inches away from mine, his alcohol-laced breath made my stomach turn.

"Don't you dare think of getting a divorce, you're my property, my plaything. I decide when I'm done with you understand?" Vincent whispered roughly as his hands groped my body, his eyes shone with lust.

A chill crawled up my spine, "Vincent, stop please, I beg of you." My eyes welled up in tears. "Please," I sobbed, powerless to stop him, he'd pinned me down completely.

The sound of tearing fabric filled the room, Vincent tore my clothes apart, his drunken eyes glowed fervently at me.

A gush of air hit my inner thighs, I cried out and slowly closed my eyes, resigned to my fate. My heart ached with the thought of what was to follow. I don't want to be raped by my mate, I can't deal with the pain that comes after this, why is he forcing me , he's supposed to be my mate”.

"Remember what I told you, Chloe?" Vincent whispered, "Never dare go against me." Vincent's hand held my face roughly, he prepared to thrust.

"Vincent, stop it! What's going on here?" A loud voice thundered, making Vincent stop his actions.

Vincent's eyes looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Mar–Mark?" He stuttered. "It's… It's been ten years."

Mark's face darkened, he glared at Vincent, "Ten years and the first thing I come home to see is you trying to force yourself on Chloe." Mark's eyes glowed murderously.

"Know your place, Mark!" Vincent snapped, and he glared at Mark.

I lay, beneath Vincent, my breath caught in my throat as they locked eyes with each other.