Chapter 2: Rejected

AVA KILLIAN

Ava was escorted into the king's sophisticated chamber. As she scrutinized the room, dark with a faint light from the inner room, it had an intimidating aura. The mysteriousness of the room, mixed with the uncertainty of what was about to happen to her, made her heart thump.

Since Alpha Axel didn't claim her as his mate, nor did he declare her as his sex slave, she was lost and clueless. Just then, he walked into the room.

They stared at each other for a silent minute. The expression in his eyes was mysterious, but the malice in that mysteriousness wasn't just hate but loathing. It spelled coldness and rage, as if her presence was infuriating.

As he prowled closer to her, Ava took steps backward, and he stopped. She needed no one to warn her—what kind of game would a prey play with an Alpha? She froze, and he lifted her chin to meet his face up to his 6'3" height.

He caressed his fingers on her face down to her cheek, gently enough that she felt a foreign feeling that tingled down her spine. But she would not be deceived by his gentle, sensual touch—she knew he meant no good for her.

Then his lips tugged into a vicious smirk as his palm wrapped around her neck from the back, strangling her as he observed her discomforting expression.

"Princess Ava of the House of Lycans, is it?" he asked, not disengaging the hold behind her neck that temporarily suspended her breathing. She could see the rage burning like a volcano in his eyes while she struggled to remove his locked palm. She quickly nodded so he'd let her breathe.

As he finally released his tightened grip around her neck, Ava jerked backward with a gasp, her hands around her neck as the pain seared. Her neck burned and turned red as she gulped for air.

"Do princesses naturally lack manners, or were you not taught courtesy?" he said. His tone reverberated, and she trembled, internally cursing herself for showing timidness before him.

"I do not know what to address you as. I only wait for you to claim me as your mat..."

So abruptly, he ran his fingers through her long, silvery silk hair and yanked tightly backward, forcing her to stare into his burning eyes. Pain seared her scalp, and it burned.

"I am not your mate! A murderer's daughter can never be my mate! I am your master, you are my slave!" he growled. Ava found herself nodding repeatedly, shivering as the pain from her scalp seared her being.

"Yes, master!" Her tiny voice yelped the words—her timid, cowardly voice, which she hated. If her father, the mad king, saw her like this, he'd be so disgusted that he'd send her into real hell, not a temple this time.

Her world collapsed right before her eyes as a new reality washed over her. She had just been rejected by her mate, who happened to be her greatest enemy, and was now taken as his slave.

"What was I thinking? That he would take the daughter of the one who annihilated his entire family as a bride?" Ava thought internally as tears welled in her vision.

"You have been my slave, my property, even before your half-brother offered you to save his head."

"When I come in here, you address me as your master and submit as my slave, Princess! Or I'd love nothing more than to punish you!" His lips curled into a loathing smirk as he spoke with rage.

"Yes... yes... master! I'm your property, your slave!"

"Now strip!" he ordered.

"Huh?" Ava hesitated.

"You do not want me to repeat myself." He said, and she immediately started loosening her corset. She stripped down to her flimsy underthings.

Her heart started racing at the thought of being sullied after tonight.

"Lean on the table," his voice spoke, cold and sharp.

"Do you hear me?"

"Yes! Yes!" she cried in fear as she leaned, feeling him come behind her. His hands cupped her breasts from behind as he pinched hard on her nipples.

"I told you to address me as your master, yes?"

"Yes, M-Master." Ava uttered, her voice shaking as pain seared her nipples. She had never been touched by anyone there, let alone being pinched abusively.

And the word, "Master!" It was as though she swallowed rotten eggs every time she spoke it. She hated it, but she had no choice—anything to make his torment stop.

She felt his bricked-up cock pressing on her ass from behind. She swallowed, her heart thudding fast as she anticipated something foreign and dangerous.

He ripped her flimsy underthings to shreds, exposing her naked breasts, leaving her stark naked.

She felt him sniff her skin as his fingers lingered around her breasts. Ava dared not resist or do anything that could make him inflict any more pain.

Tears choked Ava's throat as she stood stark naked before the unfeeling eyes of her supposed mate, now her master. She couldn't tell what his next step would be.

All of a sudden, he thrust his huge, hard cock into her vaginal domain and seared her wall of purity in the most unfeeling manner possible. Ava choked on her tears as he bent her brutally on the table while her legs wiggled shakily.

A wave of pleasure mixed with pain washed over her as he thrust his huge cock into her vagina continuously and harshly. She became so slippery wet as his cock filled her sheath.

Breathing hard, he held her by her slim waist, pulling back and then forward with a long, hard thrust. Ava bit her lower lip, crying out in pain, until he halted completely and finished inside her.

"Out!" he ordered.

Ava was gasping for breath as she fell off. Her vision blurred until she gently lost consciousness, and some maids came to dress her and took her away at once.

As she was being taken outside Alpha Axel's chamber: They passed a red haired lady standing with her body, she stared at her with a great disgust in her eyes.

"Should I get rid of her, my lady?" Lady Kaila's bodyguard, Jeremy asked as they watched Ava being taken away.

"Not yet... but you are about to," she said.