Chapter 2: Whore

“Gwen’s POV”

As Derek's words echoed in my ears, I could feel a sharp pain shot through my chest, as if my heart had been clenched in a vise. It was accompanied by a sickening sensation in my stomach. Our mate bond had been broken. I could hear my wolf whimper in pain.

Standing there in pain, I could feel the weight of his gaze bearing down on me, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and contempt.

"You should be grateful, Gwen," he continued speaking, his voice dripping with malice. "Most girls would kill for the opportunity to be this close to me."

I shrank back against the wall, my hands trembling with fear as Derek continued to advance towards me. His words sent a chill down my spine, filling me with a sense of dread, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.

"You disgust me. I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Panic surged through me as Derek called for his guards, the sound of their heavy footsteps echoing in the small room. I pleaded with him to let me go, my words falling on deaf ears as he insisted on showing me who held the power in our pack.

But before the guards could enter, a sudden interruption broke through the tense atmosphere. A tall figure, his face etched with annoyance, stood framed in the doorway. His sharp eyes scanned the scene, taking in Derek, me, and the confined space. He let out a sigh, more irritated than surprised.

"Would you two keep it down?" he growled, his voice stern and laced with authority. "There's an important meeting going on next door, and all I can hear is your commotion."

Derek's face twisted in anger. "How dare you barge in here like you own the place?"

The man ignored his outburst, his gaze settling on me for a fleeting moment before turning back to face Derek.

"Look," the man continued, his voice low and dangerous. "Either you tone it down or take your little project elsewhere. I don't care what you're doing, but do it quietly."

Derek puffed out his chest, "Who the hell do you think you are to address me like that? Do you even know who you are speaking to?"

"I don't care who you are. Quiet down or you'll find out exactly who I am." There was a hidden threat in his words, a power that made even Derek flinch.

For a moment, a tense silence filled the air. Then, with a muttered curse, the man turned and left the room, leaving me alone with Derek and his growing anger.

Derek slammed the door shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the confined space. He glared at me, his face twisted with rage. "Guards!" he called again, his voice laced with frustration. This time, two burly men with no expressions lumbered into the room.

"Take her to my house" he commanded, gesturing towards me.

His friends, who were now standing at the entrance of the dressing room erupted in cheers, their drunken laughter echoing off the walls. The guards, not moved by pleas, grabbed my arms, their grip firm and unforgiving.

My struggles were futile. I kicked, I screamed, but against their combined strength, I was nothing. They dragged me out of the club, the flashing lights and booming music fading into the background as they shoved me into a waiting car.

***

Some minutes later, I found myself tied to Derek's bed, my heart pounding in my chest as he loomed over me with a predatory glint in his eyes. I pleaded with him through tears, begging him because I already knew what he wanted to do to me.

"I'm a virgin," I spoke, my voice barely a whisper. "Please, Derek, don't do this."

But he didn't listen. With a cruel smile, he made out with me, his touch rough and possessive as he took what he wanted without a second thought.

As he finally finished and fell asleep beside me, I lay there in shock, my body trembling with fear and disgust. This wasn't how I'd imagined my first time with my mate, the one person I'd dreamed of being with for so long.

The next morning, Derek awoke to find me still tied to his bed. Confusion flashed across his face as he asked who I was and why I was in his room, but I stayed silent, his question sounded funny to me.

Then, as the events of the previous night flooded back to him, his expression hardened.

"You won't tell anyone about this," he warned, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you understand? If you do, I'll make you disappear."

My heart sank at his words, the reality of my situation sinking in. I was nothing to him. How dare he treat me like shit and still have the guts to threaten me.

"You were so sweet last night" He continued speaking, while looking at me with lust in his eyes. "I want you to come to me anytime I need you. You will just be my plaything, so don't have your hopes up. You are my mate anyway, so you belong to me"

I shook my head, my tears blurring my vision as I struggled to comprehend the nightmare unfolding before me. "You already rejected me last night, Derek" I choked out, the words bitter on my tongue. "You made it clear that you didn't want me as your mate."

Derek's expression darkened, his grip tightening on my arm. "It does not matter to me whether the bond is broken or not," he spat, his tone laced with anger. "You'll come to me anytime I need you. If you defy me, I'll make your pathetic life more miserable in the pack than it already is"

Fresh tears welled in my eyes, his words were like a dagger to my heart. I wanted to scream, to lash out at him for what he'd done to me, but fear held me captive, paralyzing me with its icy grip.

With a cruel smile, Derek untied me and forced me to drink something to prevent pregnancy, his touch rough and uncaring as he pushed me towards the door.

"Get out of my house whore"