CHAPTER TWO: HE HATES ME.

BEATRICE’S POV

I watched as they spoke in hushed tones. I was standing feet away from them, and from the frown on Fred’s face, I could tell he wasn't happy. 

But I was. I was glad I was finally leaving him and that I would be happy now. 

My mate patted him on the shoulder and then walked towards me. “Let’s go.” He informed, sending me a warm smile before he grabbed my palm.

Peace was what I felt. Or was it pride when we walked amid the maids with their faces full of envy? Or was it their loud gasps? I could have sworn they would have wished to be for a second. It felt so good to experience this straight out of a rom movie feeling. 

“Get in.” He said and held out the door. Sending him a smile, I did even though I wanted to tell him I reeked and needed a bath. Or that my butt still hurt from the whip. But no, this was my new life now.

I clutched onto my dress out of sheer happiness while trying not to scream or giggle as we drove away from the pack. Throughout the journey, he said nothing, nor did he look at me. Finally, the car parked in front of the magnificent two-story building clad in a warm honey-like color, and the large windows graced each floor to perfection.

“What is your name?” He finally asked when we got down.

“Beatrice…” I stammered. For twenty years, I had envisioned what it would feel like to meet my mate, and nervousness never made it to the list. I had always thought I would run into his arms while he picked me up and twirled me like a princess. 

Something Dad used to do.

He nodded and turned toward one of the people who welcomed us. They were all dressed in white uniforms. 

“Get her a uniform and teach her what a maid’s job is.” He informed, his voice holding a lot of disgust, and my heart skipped a beat. 

I moved my finger into my right ear to clear my earlobe, even pinched myself to confirm if I was still in Fred’s pack and was just caught up in a dream. But that was far from the case because this was real.

Every part of me crumbled at that moment. My eyes stung with a fresh set of tears at the realization that he never wanted me, and I watched his retreating with so much ache, gawking at my heart.

But why did he ever lead me on? Why did he bring my hopes so high to shatter them?

“Follow me.” She ordered.

In the space of an hour, I was dressed just like them. Florence had explained the rules over and over again. We were not allowed to eat before my mate did. Our opinions didn't matter. And we were not allowed to mingle with the males. Gladly, I had no interest in the last one.

“The Alpha requests that you bring him water,” Florence announced, and I nodded, taking the tray from her. My mind thudded as I walked up the stairs. Different images ran through my mind, but above all, I wanted to believe that it was all a prank, a test to get to know the true me.

I heard a knock on the door and opened his order. The smile I had on instantly wiped off my face.  In his arms lay a naked blonde. He was stark naked, too.

“Come in, you moron.” He cussed out, and she giggled.

My hands trembled, and my eyes stung again. I had to muster all strength to stop letting the tray fall.

“Your…water…” I stuttered as I dropped it and made an attempt to leave.

“You fool. Do you expect I serve myself?” His words made me stop in my tracks. Holding back my tears, I poured him a glass and handed it over. He slapped the glass away, and the content spilled over his chest before it shattered on the floor. “Now lick it off.” 

I stared at him in disbelief as he pulled me closer to him. I could smell her on it.

“It’s an order from your Alpha!” He roared, his voice filled with rage, and I gulped down a lump of saliva.

“I….cant…” 

He hit me in my face and then pushed me away to fall on my aching butt. I bit my lip from the anguish.

“You will sit there and watch me make love to her.” He said and immediately flipped her over, thrusting into her. I dug my fingers into my knee with every moan she made.

Till the end, my fate was cursed because even my mate wanted nothing to do with me. 

He pulled her hair and grunted as he cum on her back. I watched her collapse on the bed through my blurry eyes. Getting up from bed, he made his way towards me, his cock still erect and drenched with her juice.

“Take off your cloth and wipe it clean.” His once-warm eyes shone with hatred. “If you let me repeat it, I will skin…”

I didn’t let him complete it before my shivering fingers pulled it over my head to reveal my perky boobs and brown thong. I knew he meant every word. But how did he go from being so sweet to this? Why did he despise me so much? I wiped it gently, and my mind ran wild with images I had thought would be mine.

A slight smirk caressed his lips.

“Your body wants me, Beatrice. I can tell. Your face,” He paused, running his thumb over my face before pinching my nipple. “It might be nice, but I will never see you more than a worthless Omega. A maid. My fucking slave.” He let out a dry laugh and dug his claw into my chin, making me cringe, and I stepped back. “I, Kai Evans, reject you, Slave Beatrice, but I refuse to let you go.” 

His eyes ran over my face, and my heart rammed against my ribcage out of fear of the unknown. In an instant, he turned away, and I clutched onto my chest as pain exploded through me.

“Get out of here, or I will make you witness worse!” 

With shaky legs, I dragged myself out while pulling my gown down. I caught another moan before I closed the door, and I let it all fall out. The tears that had grown to be my only companion accompanied the growing ache.