How dare you even touch my mistress?

I desperately tried to shield my naked body from Elijah's predatory gaze, but he came dangerously close, and my breasts brushed against his chest. A surge of unfamiliar sensations coursed through my body, unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

"Now, tell me, Amber, do you love me?" Elijah's velvety voice weakened my knees, and his gentle caress on my breasts forced my eyes to shut in pleasure. It was all so wrong, yet at the same time, it felt inexplicably right.

When Sophia and Elijah got married, I believed I had expelled all traces of love for him from my heart. But standing so close to him now reignited the buried feelings within me.

"Say it, Amber. Do you love me or not?" Elijah tenderly stroked my cheek, his touch attempting to confuse my heart, and it was working.

Elijah's touch drove me wild, and I became aware of what was happening. His fingers danced across my neck and teased my nipples, leaving me unabashedly aroused and unable to think clearly.

"Elijah, please stop," I pleaded softly, unable to halt the tears streaming down my face. However, Elijah persisted, squeezing my nipples. No one had ever touched me like this before, and despite the wrongness of it all, there was an inexplicable pleasure coursing through me.

At that moment, I stood fully exposed in the grand hall of the mansion, yet I couldn't bring myself to care if anyone saw me.

With my hand in Elijah's hair, I whispered, "Take me deeper." His touch overwhelmed all my senses, drowning out any rational thoughts.

Suddenly, Elijah ceased his exploration of my body, leaving my heart pounding in my chest.

"I knew it. You were nothing but a promiscuous whore, and you killed my Sophia. You claimed she was your best friend, yet here you are, revelling in this moment with her husband, completely naked," Elijah taunted, causing beads of sweat to form on my forehead.

It was all part of his plan, a manipulative ploy to toy with my emotions and shift the blame of Sophia's death onto me.

The fog of my former affection cleared, and as I stared into Elijah's eyes, I gathered the strength to speak, my voice trembling, "It's all a lie. I didn't kill Sophia."

Yet, Elijah paid no heed to my words. Instead, he pulled me closer, his grip on my nipples tightening. "I understand you all too well. You're nothing but a shameless slut, parading yourself completely exposed in the hall without a care."

As Elijah uttered those cruel words, I fought to hold onto the remnants of my dignity, but his gaze remained fixed on my body.

"Please, stop this. Don't do this to me," I sobbed, realizing there was no escape. How could I defy him?

"Drop the innocent act, for I'm not falling for it," Elijah bellowed, and I recoiled at the sound of his voice.

Unyielding, I continued to cry out, but Elijah showed no remorse. Instead, he laughed at my misery.

He hoisted me up as if I were a mere sack, carrying me to a room without any regard for my well-being.

He flung me forcefully onto the bed then climbed on top of me with a dominating presence.

He aggressively grabbed and squeezed my breasts,while his mouth engulfed my nipples, sucking on them with a force that felt as if he wanted to tear them away. The pain was unbearable, and I cried out in agony.

He went down and parted my pussy lips. I felt wet in between my legs. I felt humiliated to be treated like a whore.

“This is my pussy” he slapped my pussy hard and laughed at my cried.

“Please stop it Elijah, have some mercy” I begged but he laughed like a maniac. Nothing is more painful than being assaulted by the man you love throughout your life.

"If I were to stop now, your mother's very breath would cease." He threatened and that made me cries stop.

"Tell me, my little whore, what do you desire?" he jeered, and in that moment, I surrendered.

Without a cry of pain, I endured everything he inflicted upon me, sacrificing my body for the sake of my mother's safety.

Elijah continued to ravage me until his own desires were satisfied, leaving me feeling utterly broken.

Every inch of my being throbbed with pain, and I couldn't even lift a finger. This was my fate now, and I had reluctantly accepted it.

My truth remained buried beneath my tears, and there seemed to be no justice left for me. Each day, the man I once loved most in the world would destroy me.

Lying motionless on the bed, I succumbed to darkness as it enveloped my vision.

The next morning, I jolted awake in a panic as someone touched my face.

"Daniel, is it you?" I asked in shock, my voice trembling.

"Amber, what has happened? How did you end up like this?" Daniel's eyes reflected a deep sense of pity as he gazed at me.

Suddenly, I remembered my nakedness from the previous night. Glancing down, relief washed over me as I discovered I was now wearing a long white gown. But who had dressed me?

"Who dressed me?" I asked in shock, retreating from Daniel in a state of panic.

Everyone in this pack house seemed like an enemy to my life and dignity. Trusting anyone felt impossible.

"Don't worry, a maid changed your clothes. But how did you end up in this condition?" Daniel attempted to touch my cheek, but I flinched away.

"The Alpha summoned me to check on your well-being. I couldn't ask questions as I'm just a veterinarian here," Daniel explained, genuine concern lacing his voice. But could I trust him? What if he, too, played with my emotions?

"Are you also here seeking revenge for Sophia's death?" I asked, tears streaming down my face.

"Amber, come to your senses. I'm Daniel, your childhood friend. How could you even think I would misunderstand you?"

"I know for certain that you didn't kill Sophie."

His words brought a glimmer of hope to my shattered heart, and I embraced Daniel.

"I don't understand why this is happening to me. Someone is trapping me, and look at what has become of me," I sobbed, revealing the marks on my body inflicted by Elijah the previous night.

"I'm here now, and I won't let anything harm you," Daniel assured me, placing a gentle hand on my cheek.

For a moment, I glimpsed something in Daniel's eyes, but before I could process it, the door to my room suddenly swung open.

"How dare you even touch my mistress?"