Unloved And Despised

Jasmine

The scent of blood is faint now, but it lingers. This blood is no one else's but, Mine. All thanks to my scumbag Alpha mate, Ryker Wolverine. I am his to toy with, his to abuse and his to break. My body hurts but my mind has become numb to the pain. It's been going on for too long that I've lost count.

I sit on the cold, damp floor of the dungeon, my knees drawn to my chest, arms wrapped around myself. The chains are unnecessary. I don’t even have the strength to fight. My wrists are raw, and the silver cuffs have bitten into my skin. Each movement sends a fresh wave of pain coursing through me, but I refuse to cry. Not again.

I have cried the first time Ryker threw me down here, his eyes burning with anger and disgust. “Don’t think being my mate makes you special,” he spat. “You’re just an omega. A nuisance.” I begged for his mercy then, foolishly thinking the mate bond would sway him. But it did not and still doesn't.

To him, I am nothing more than an inconvenience. A chain he refuses to break but doesn’t want to bear. The sound of heavy footsteps echoes down the stone hallway. My chest tightens as Ryker’s scent fills the air. Cedarwood and smoke, a scent that once made my wolf purr but now makes her cower.

I remain on the cold, damp floor, my body aching from the latest beating. The darkness of this dungeon is suffocating, a constant reminder of my captivity. Ryker's face flashes in my mind, his eyes blazing with cruelty as he hurls insults and blows my way.

My mind is numb, and my heart is heavy with the weight of my helplessness. I am nothing more than a prisoner, a toy for Ryker's twisted desires. The mate bond between us, once a promise of love and devotion, has become a tool for Ryker to exert his control and torment over me.

I remembered the first time Ryker took me, his rough hands and cruel words tearing away my innocence. The physical pain had been excruciating, but it was nothing compared to the agony of being trapped in this loveless, abusive relationship.

It was nothing like I envisioned my first time to be. Ryker just walked into my dimly lit excuse of a room releasing his pheromones. Then without a care, he tore open my flimsy nightgown and unzipped his pants. His monstrous dick scared the shit out of me but he paid no heed to my tension.

Instead, he pinned me down and ripped my hymen off, sending waves of nerve-wracking pain throughout my body. I howled in pain and that triggered him. "That's right, you lousy omega." Thrust! Smack!

"Scream for me as I pound your inexperienced cunt."

Thrust! Smack! Smack!

"Oh, yes, recoil, in pain whilst I release my pent up rage." Thrust! Thrust! Smack!

"Don't think that I'll respect you because you saved your first time for me. You're weak and repulsive. If it wasn't for my wolf, Red, I wouldn't touch you." His thrusts quickened and he pulled out offloading on my belly. Then he slapped me before spitting and walked out without looking back.

As I look back to the first time Ryker took my chastity, I feel a spark within me begin to flicker. It is a small flame of defiance, a determination to survive, to escape, and to find a way to break free from Ryker's grasp. It is faint, barely there but it's enough to remind me that I have not completely surrendered. I want to survive. I want to escape and be free.

I sigh deeply, waiving away my wishful thinking. Little do I know, that spark will one day ignite a fire that would change everything. Lying here, I cannot help but think about how my life has taken such a drastic turn. I was once a happy, carefree omega, living with my pack and enjoying the simple things in life.

But then Ryker came along, with his charming smile and piercing eyes. He was the alpha of the Eclipse Pack, and I was just a lowly omega. I never stood a chance. He wooed me with sweet words and false promises, and I fell for him hook, line, and sinker. But as soon as we mated, everything changed. Ryker's true nature was revealed, and I was trapped in a living nightmare.

I cannot help but start thinking about all the times Ryker has hurt me, all the times he has made me feel small and worthless. I think about the way he would parade his mistress, Carly, in front of me, just to rub it in my face. But most of all, I think about the way Ryker has taken something precious from me, something I can never get back. My chastity, my innocence, my sense of self-worth, all gone, thanks to Ryker's cruelty.

Feeling the weight of my memories bearing down on me, I know I have to escape. I have to get away from Ryker, away from the Eclipse Pack, and start a new life. But how? That is the question that haunts me every waking moment. How can I escape from Ryker's clutches? How can I survive on my own, with no pack to protect me?

I have thought about trying to reason with Ryker, to appeal to whatever humanity is left in him. But I know that is a fool's errand. Ryker is beyond reason, beyond redemption. I have also thought about seeking help from the other packs, but I know they would be too afraid to cross Ryker. He is too powerful, too ruthless. As I lie here, feeling the weight of my hopelessness, I hear the sound of footsteps echoing outside my cell. My heart sinks, knowing it is Ryker who has come to torment me again.

The door creaks open, and there he stands. Ryker. Tall, broad-shouldered, and terrifyingly handsome. His golden eyes gleam with a dangerous intensity, and his lips curve into a smirk that sends a shiver down my spine. Behind him is Carly, her arm looped through his. Her laugh is light and carefree, a sharp contrast to the heavy silence that hangs between Ryker and me.

She leans against him as if she owns him, her sharp, perfectly manicured nails tracing patterns on his chest. “Still alive, I see,” Ryker says, his voice dripping with mockery. He steps closer, his boots crunching against the gravel floor. “I guess omegas are tougher than they look.”

My throat tightens, but I force myself to meet his gaze. “Why do you hate me so much?” I whisper, my voice barely audible. For a moment, something flickers in his eyes. Guilt? Regret? No. It’s gone before I can even name it.

He crouches in front of me, his hand reaching out to grip my chin. The roughness of his touch makes me wince, but I don’t pull away. In fact, I can’t. “Hate you?” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “Oh, Jasmine, I don’t hate you. I just don’t care about you. There’s a difference.”

My heart shatters, the mate bond twisting inside me like a knife. My wolf howls in despair, but I silence her. She doesn’t deserve to feel anything for him, not after everything he has done. Carly chuckles from behind him. “Come on, Ryker. Don’t waste your time on her. We’ve got a pack meeting to attend.” She leans against the doorframe, her expression smug. “You know, important people to impress. Not that she would understand.”

Ryker stands, releasing my chin with a shove that makes me stumble back. “She’s right,” he says, turning away without a second glance. “Stay quiet while we are gone, Jasmine. I’d hate for you to embarrass yourself again.” And with that, they are gone. I stay on the floor, staring at the door long after it has slammed shut. My chest heaves with silent sobs, but I don’t let the tears fall. Not this time. I don’t know how much more I can take.

Three months. Three months of being locked away paraded as his dirty secret. Three months of humiliation, beatings, and the agonizing pain of watching him with her. The mate bond is supposed to be sacred. A gift. But Ryker has turned it into a curse.

He hasn’t even marked me, yet the bond ties me to him, refusing to let me go. I have tried to reject him, but each time he has laughed, his refusal cutting deeper than any blade. I hate him. But even as I think it, my wolf whimpers. She doesn’t hate him. She can’t. And that’s what hurts the most.

I shift, wincing as a sharp pain lances through my side. The fresh bruises from yesterday’s “lesson” haven’t healed yet, and the fever burning under my skin makes every movement excruciating. But as I lean back against the cold wall, something inside me shifts. A spark. Small, but there.

He doesn’t care about you, I tell myself, the words firm and steady. So stop caring about him. For the first time, I let myself imagine leaving. Not just the dungeon. Not just the packhouse. The whole damn pack. I don’t know if I can survive out there, but at least it won’t be this. At least I won’t be his prisoner. For now, all I can do is wait. Wait for my chance. And when it comes, I will not hesitate.