Strip!

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I don't understand why I had to become the mate of someone like Xander, as he is called. 

Just when I thought I had it all living with my mom, stepdad and sister, I never imagined I would live a much worse life in the pack of my so-called mate, Xander. 

The room is quite spacious and supposed to be comfortable since there happened to be a huge bed, a large television in the middle of the room and a closet filled with all styles of clothing and shoes, but then,my life was much worse. I wasn't happy. Nothing seemed to be going okay. 

While I was growing up, I used to imagine that my mate would be some handsome prince charming who would sweep me off my feet, love and protect me with all of his heart. Little did I know that I would be living a life of hell with my so-called mate. 

Handsome he was, but cruel and ruthless he was also. 

In my own mate's pack, I became a prisoner. Living in the room prepared for me for over a month without basking in the sound or having the rain drop on my skin made me realize how being free was a luxury. I wonder what those who were locked up in dungeons for years felt like. It must have been a terrible experience. 

Though I live in a room where the air conditioner is constant, still I can hardly breathe. I feel suffocated and cry every night. This isn't how I pictured my life would be. One day, I was living with my mom, stepdad and sister. The next minute, I was chosen instead of my sister and locked up in a room like a prisoner who had committed the worst crimes. 

I rarely saw my mate because he was always busy with pack matters. Sometimes I felt like escaping but I knew it was the most impossible thing to be done. My door is always guarded by huge giants with big muscles and scary faces. 

I stared at the window from my bed, since the window was a meter away from my bed. It was nightfall and hence I stared at the half moon in the sky. It wasn't a full moon yet and I just could not wait for the full moon to come. That is the only way I can be sure of living this place unscathed. 

All my life, I have always thought that having a mate would save me from all the problems I have, but little did I know that having a mate would only make things worse for me. 

I stared at the half moon and prayed silently in my heart for the full moon to be complete, so I could finally get away from this goddess' forsaken pack. 

Just as I was facing the moon, I suddenly heard the door to my room crack open. I didn't take my face off the moon, because I could tell who it was. He rarely comes to my room, but when he does, I am fully aware. His presence alone made my wolf restless and my heart rate accelerated. Honestly, I hate the way I feel whenever he is around. He isn't lovable, after what he did to me, who is supposed to be his mate. 

I heard his silent footsteps. Ashe approaches my bed. 

"You haven't slept, huh?"

His deep and husky voice did funny things to my insides. This was my mate, but why is it so hard to reach out to him? Why can't he accept me as his mate? Why does he prefer to torture me so? 

Suddenly he came in front of me, blocking the rays of the moonlight in front of me with his huge form. 

I slowly took my gaze up at him. The only thing I noticed about him was his long dark hair which glowed in the moonlight. He wasn't putting on a shirt as usual. I wonder why he's always without shorts when in his pack. 

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" He asked again. This time I managed to notice his dreamy grey eyes, which seemed to be all over me. This again! I hate the way I feel whenever his gaze is on me. His pearly white skin shone in the moonlight. I tried to avert my gaze so I wouldn't drool over him, but my wolf is just as stupid as I am. Whenever he is around, we both become helpless. 

"You can't do this to me now, Shiella, you know our mate is up to no good!" Shiella said to her wolf, who couldn't help but reverence Xander. I just realized that most of the torture was all because of Shiella. She does not have a resistance mechanism against our mate and that is highly dangerous. 

"Why? Can't you speak up anymore? Will you only speak to me just when I ram my dick hard into you?"

The question got my heart beating terribly fast. There he goes again. 

"What do you want me to say to you? I can't sleep because I'm not comfortable!" I answered back way before I realized what I had just said. Oh no, this is trouble. I heard from the maids days ago that no one dared talk back to Xander. The punishment he gave to those who offended him was so terribly cruel, I wonder what awaits me. 

"You know what? Sometimes I wonder how you manage to talk back at me, without fear. I bet you still don't know the rules. Well, that's no problem, this is why I'm here, and that is to teach you the rules!" 

He began walking towards me with a dark gaze. I could see his eyes turn from the original grey it was to a darker shade. 

This means I was done for. I began to shift backwards on the bed, while he moved towards me slowly. 

"Why are you pushing back? Aren't you brave anymore, huh?" 

He climbed the bed with just one foot and the bed dipped. My heart skipped again. I was literally trembling. I tried to plead for mercy, but the words just wouldn't leave my mouth, it was as if there was something stopping me. 

"Lauren, your sorry stare will not stop me from punishing you. You should have known better before you did what you did."

"D...d...don't hurt me p...please," I begged while stuttering. 

Just then,his gaze suddenly cleared from the dark ones to the grey shade it originally was. 

"You want me to forgive you?" I stared at him blankly. 

"Oh, it seems you prefer to be punished." I went wide in shock when I realized he was asking me a question. 

"N...no no, I mean yes, I want to be forgiven please."

"Too late, strip!"