Chapter 4

"My mate is Beauden Ralston." Wisdom smiles for a second, and then it fades when she thinks about how he talked to her on the phone. "Why would the Mood Goddess design him for me?"  She mumbles when she hears the door open.

"What are you doing?"  Beauden is standing in the doorway. 

Wisdom turns around and sees Beauden in all his glory, his long joystick hanging down his thigh only a few inches from his knees. She covers her eyes. "Where are your clothes?" 

 He's walking toward her. "Downstairs." 

 

She steps back with her eyes still covered. "You should get dressed."  

 

"Why should I?"  Beauden winks at her " Have you forgotten I'm your mate? Wisdom Ledger, you're mine. I want what's mine." He grabs her arm, pulling her to the bed. 

"Beauden, you don't want to do this. No, not like this."  Wisdom kicked him several times.

He picks her up and puts her on the bed with her hands in one of his hands, holding them over her head. Beauden opens her robe with his other hand. Wisdom is wiggling and trying to free her hands. Beauden's looking at her breast. "Perfect, the right size. My size. "He licks her nipple. "Stop fighting. I told you, you're mine. I want what's mine. Your body is mine to do with as I please. It's not like you're a virgin." 

Wisdom tries to knee him. Beauden lays his legs across her, inserts his long hard shaft inside her core, and thinks, "You don't want to give me what's mine, but you give it to that damn Deshal bastard."  He pushes a few times. "Damn, your tight."  Beauden glances at the tears running down her face and realizes his mate is a virgin.

He smiled because his mate had waited for him. He starts moving, moaning, and cussing, telling her how good she feels. About an hour later, he releases her hand. Beauden knew she wasn't going to fight him now.

She's lying there, letting him do whatever he wants to her and thinks. "Enjoy yourself tonight. I'll train to fight, then I'll kill you." Her thoughts go on different ways to torture him.

Beauden lets out a loud grunt and collapses on top of her. He kisses her forehead. “My mate was a virgin.” He chuckles and slides beside her, and kisses her arm. "I didn't come here to do that. I came here to celebrate your birthday with you and reject it. I couldn't control myself." He slides out of bed, looking at his deflowered mate.

Wisdom pulls her robe closed, sits on the bed, and looks into his eyes. "I'm waiting."

He looks at her, confused. "Waiting for what?

"Reject me. Didn't you say that's the reason for your visit? So, reject me."  Wisdom is still looking at him.

 "I, future Alpha Beauden  Ralston, reject Wisdom Ledger as my mate" He quickly walks out of her bedroom.  He stops in the hall and looks at the closed door. "I take the rejection back. I'm never letting you go." 

Wisdom stares out the window until she hears her front door close. She glances at the clock on the nightstand. "My mate had his way with me for almost three hours. What an asshole. He's  a madman, is more like it."  Wisdom walks into the bathroom to take a bubble bath. 

After bathing, she pulls the sheets off the bed and makes her bed up. She gets in the bed naked. Wisdom has always slept in the nude because sleeping in clothes makes her tired.  About an hour later, she finally falls asleep, only to be woken by a finger pumping her core. She moans and opens her eyes. Beauden is naked and at the foot of her bed.  He gets on the bed and grabs her arms, placing them on her sides as he slides between her legs. Beauden kisses her clit and slides his tongue into her sweet nectar.

She's trying to hold her moans as she did earlier, but this time, she can't. Wisdom curses herself for moaning and maybe enjoying it. Beauden releases her hands and looks up at her. "I knew you were enjoying it."  He slides his tongue back inside her pot, moving his tongue until she fills his mouth with her sweet juices. Beauden slides up and hovers her placing her right leg over his shoulder, pushing his shaft inside her core thrusting her hard and fast. Wisdom looks at the wall moaning softly. Beauden feels she's at her peak as he is. He smirks and kisses her neck right before sinking his canines in it as they both come.

Wisdom moans, and thinks, "I can't believe this bastard marked me."  As Beauden licks, the wound closes.

He slides beside her and pulls her close to him.

"Why did you come back and mark me?"  She doesn't look at him.

Beauden kisses the back of her head. "As I told you, you're mine to do with as I please. I don't want and don't need a Luna. But I want you in my bed every night. Nobody is allowed to touch you. That's why I marked you." 

"So, you want me just for sex," she mumbles.

"Right," He kisses her eyes, buries his head into her neck, and falls asleep.

Wisdom didn’t sleep. She’s still trying to understand why her mate violated her.

The following morning Bearden kisses her head. "Good morning, mate."  As if he hasn't done anything wrong.

Wisdom rolls her eyes and walks into the bathroom. Beauden is walking behind her. "I'll see you at the office." He pecks her lips.

"That man is delusional" She walks to her bedroom, waiting to hear the front door close. Wisdom runs downstairs to make sure he has left. She looks out the window and sees him driving out the driveway. She locks the doors and checks the windows.

Wisdom took another bubble bath and dressed in black jeans and a black off-the-shoulder blouse. She quickly packs four suitcases before calling Deshal and asking him to come over.

About fifteen minutes later, he's driving into her driveway.  He knew something was wrong because of the tone of her voice. As soon as he reaches the door, Wisdom opens it, buries her head into his chest, and cries. He wraps his arms around her. "What's wrong?"  He leads her to the sofa.

Wisdom tells him all the details of the horrible night she endured with the jerk that was designed for her.  She refused to tell her mate's name.

"Bastard," Deshal yells, looking at her marked neck. "After assaulting you, had the damn nerves to mark you. We have to report this to Alpha Carmine."

"No, I can't." she repeatedly shook her head. "No."

"He roughly rubs his mouth. "Why not? The fucker has to be punished." 

Wisdom takes a deep breath. "He will be. I'm writing the Alpha a letter and would like you to give it to him directly. I'm leaving this morning. I hope you will take care of my house while I'm gone. "

Deshal isn't happy about her not wanting to report the asshole to the Alpha. "Okay, I do all that, but I have one condition." 

Wisdom is writing the letter, "Okay. What is the condition?" 

"Tell me who the bastard is that hurt you." He's clenching his fist. 

She looks at his balled-up fists. "I also have a condition that you promise me you won't do anything."

"Damn, it's going to be hard to keep. But I promise you I won't do anything." Deshal is looking at her, sealing an envelope. 

Wisdom holds the envelope up and closes her eyes for a few seconds "Beauden Ralston."

Deshal frowns. "The future Alpha of our damn pack. I knew when I met his ass. It was something about him that I didn't like. His ass kept staring at me. I only ignored him because the Alpha was there. Damn it, I hate I made that damn promise." He's clenching his fists so hard, blood they're bleeding. "What's your plan?"

She's wiping the blood on his hands. "I had planned on training and coming back to rip his damn head off. Now that he marked me, I have to devise another way when I return. "  Wisdom shakes her because Beauden keeps contacting her, asking her where she is.

Deshal tells her to call her if she needs anything and hugs her. He's sorry he wasn't here to protect her. It won't happen again.