Chapter Twelve

Hunter

I stumbled down the dark corridor, my unsteady footsteps echoing softly off the stone walls. The flickering torches lining the hallway seemed to sway with my unsteady gait. I’d spent the evening drowning my sorrows with Jace, who had, surprisingly, turned out to be even more drunk than me.

The night at the tavern had begun as an attempt to escape the relentless thoughts that haunted my mind, but it had spiraled into a drama-filled ordeal that left me as the reluctant voice of reason, pulling Jace away from further chaos.

As I finally reached my own chamber, I let out a sigh of relief. The last thing I needed was to face Lucia, in my current state. I knew she wouldn’t be pleased with me coming home so late and in such a condition. And there was the earlier matter to consider.

Entering the room, I closed the door quietly behind me. The room was dark, save for the glow of moonlight streaming in through the window. Lucia was nowhere to be seen, which was a blessing in my present condition. I needed solitude to collect my thoughts, and the one person I couldn’t stop thinking about was Amelia.

Amelia had been on my mind for weeks, a temptation I had managed to resist until now. After ensuring that Jace was safely tucked in his own chambers, I found myself unable to ignore the magnetic pull I felt toward her any longer. I longed to be in her presence, to lose myself in her company and forget about the troubles that plagued me.

Sinking onto the edge of the bed, I ran a hand through my disheveled hair, frustration etched on my face. Thoughts of Amelia consumed me, distracting me from the guilt and fear that usually haunted my thoughts. I couldn’t resist any longer.

Summoning a nearby servant with a shaky hand, I spoke in a hushed tone, “Fetch Amelia for me, now. Tell her she’s summoned to my bedroom this instant!”

My voice was filled with longing and desire, a contrast to the stern authority I typically held.

The servant nodded, sensing the urgency in my request. “Yes alpha,” the servant replied before hurrying away to fetch the object of my desires.

Left alone once more, I crossed the room to my small bar. I poured myself a drink. It was my way of trying to steady myself before Amelia arrived, but the liquid seemed to only fuel my longing.

As I took a sip, my mind wandered back to the evening with Jace. I had hoped that the alcohol would help me forget, but all it had done was bring Amelia to the forefront of my thoughts. I couldn’t resist her any longer, and her impending arrival filled me with a mixture of excitement and guilt.

The minutes felt like hours as I waited for her to arrive, my heart pounding with anticipation. Tonight, I would surrender to my emotions, consequences be damned, thought. And as I took another sip of my drink, the room seemed to grow darker, the anger of her taking too much time boiled in me.

Amelia finally arrived at my door. With a soft knock, she tapped the wooden door and immediately I became aware that it was her.

“Get in!” I called out from inside the room, my voiced raised louder than I had intended.

Amelia slowly opened the door and walked in, shutting the door behind her softly. She then stood shyly far from my reach and that angered me even more.

“Come closer!” I commanded, and she approached slowly.

Having just too much of her annoying steps, I flung the cup I was holding in my hand still with the drink I had poured myself in it, and the liquid splashes on the walls of the room but I could care less about that. I then stood up abruptly and with a slap across her face, I greeted her as she raised her head to look at me.

In an instant, Amelia fell to the ground as the force of my hard hand came in contact with her soft, fragile face. Tears began to stream down her pretty cheeks, as it revealed a red spot almost immediately. I noticed blood in her mouth as a result of the slap, but it did nothing to move me, I was eager to teach her a lesson for keeping me waiting.

As if not enough, I pulls out my belt from my waist and began to whip Amelia with it. Her sharp, painful screams pierced my ears, which annoyed me further and I took it out on her with every stroke of the belt I gave her. After I was satisfied with delivering my wrath on her, I picked her up from the floor and flung her effortlessly to the huge beg beside me. She landed on top of the soft foam, her cries and groans still audible.

Having enough of the noise, I approached and with a good amount of my strength, I placed my hands around her mouth to muffle her voice. Now hungry for her, I spread her weak legs apart and with my one hand, I grabbed both her fragile hands and pressed them to the bed. Then ripping off gown, I began to run my hands over her body, cupping her breast and also forcefully kissing her mouth with blood in it.

After I’d had enough taste of her lips and blood in my mouth, I broke the kiss and with my free hand, I fingered her, inserting three of my fingers roughly inside her. I continued to plunge her with my hand as I enjoyed the painful sounds she made. Whenever I’d have enough of that, I pressed my wait on her and soon, mounted her and roughly drove into her. Her screams appeared to be moans of pleasure to me, even though I knew the harm I was causing her. I drew pleasure from the faces she made and rode her continuously like a cowboy atop his horse.

I finally came to my climax and emptied myself into her completely. Then I feeling disgusted by her, I pulled out of her and walked straight to the bathroom to wash myself clean, leaving her to continue crying on the bed. When I returned, I dragged her off the bed and threw her out of the room. After shutting the door, I went back to pour myself a drink and gulped it down in a second, then I climbed the bed and shutting my eyes, I soon drifted to sleep forgetting the scene that had played out in the cozy room.

***

Amelia

I walked back to my room, my footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. The tears flowed freely down my cheeks, a testament to the pain that pulsed through my chest. I couldn’t fathom what I had done to deserve such treatment from Hunter, but I dared not question him. He had made it abundantly clear that my presence was no longer welcome.

The door to my room felt heavier than usual as I pushed it open. The room was dark, the fading candlelight casted shadows on the walls. I entered, my body aching all over and my heart filled with.

I sank onto the edge of my bed, burying my face in my trembling hands. The echoes of his fierce strokes and plunges reverberated in my mind. Hunter’s powerful blows had cut deep, slashing through the fragile threads of my mind. I replayed his actions in my head, searching for some understanding, some glimpse of reason behind his cruelty. But I could not find a reason than just that he was an evil man.

The room seemed to close in on me, the silence broken only by my muffled sobs. I couldn’t help but wonder what I had done in life to deserve such treatment. Had I missed some hidden signs? Had I been too blind to see the grave sins I had committed and was somehow punished for it? Or could it be that I was being punished for some sin my family committed before they died? All these questions lingered in my mind and I replayed to see if I could find answers to them.

The room felt colder now, and I wrapped my arms around myself as if seeking solace in my own embrace. The questions swirled in my mind, but there was no way I could bring myself to confront Hunter I knew. His anger had been a tempest, and I feared that any attempt to seek answers would only provoke further rage. After a while, I wiped away my tears as I remembered all the prayers I had tabled to the moon goodness. Why had she refused to answer any of my prayers to her? Or has she too abandoned me like everyone else?

In the solitude of my room, I was left with a gnawing ache in my heart and a haunting uncertainty about my life. The realization that I might never truly understand what had I had done to deserve such a life weighed heavily on me. With a heavy sigh, I lay down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, lost in a sea of questions and regret. Soon, I drifted off to sleep hoping I could get some answers in my dreams.