Chapter 3: Retentive Traumas.

Chapter 3: Retentive Traumas.

Morana’s point of view

My head was trying hard to comprehend the situation, to comprehend what was going on.

Mate? I pondered in my head. Could this be real or just a dream. His amazing scent inundating my entire smelling organ.

‘Darah we need to wake up from this dream.’ I said to my wolf, taking notice of her excitement finally. She wagged her tail happily, approaching him in jolly movement.

We got to him, the smell of his amazing scent becoming heavy as it waft through our noses.

Darah sniffed all over him. Unable to get enough of his scent, this nestling herself into his body, ruffling our furs with each other.

He was so big we appeared like a matured pup compared to his size, our furs rubbed perfectly against his sending unwanted sparks through our body. The jolts reminding me that this wasn’t a dream, and rather a binging reality.

Darah purred in pleasure not minding that the warriors were watching us with torrid gazes.

His black eyes came down on us, housing an eccentric glare at us. “Move away!” He barked out in a cold voice, causing a wave of shock to descend on Darah and I.

Did we hear right or did he actually told us to move away from him? He wasn’t embracing us, he was chasing us away when he’s suppose to embrace us.

“Are you deaf? I said move away?” The icy tone came repeating the order.

“Morana our mate doesn’t want us.” Darah spoke in my head, withdrawing from him with her eyes glazing with reject and sadness. Our heart wrenched into depression.

‘How would he want us? Look at us, we don’t look the least desirable, we’re not attractive at all.’ I responded, my words to her coming out in a broken tone.

“Your highness….” The words trailed off my hearing as my vision became blurry, soon I embrace the coming darkness letting my worries flows away and giving in to the relaxation that lurks within the void of nothingness. I passed out right there in front of them, my body falling into the arms of someone that smelt entirely like my mate but doesn’t feel so much like him.

At least he transformed just so he could hold me, the safety of his arms lingered on my memory.

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“Little wolf why did you run away from me?” His thick voice questioned, drenched in a long deep void of darkness as he took cold eerie steps towards my battered self.

There was I seated on the floor close to the wall with my body covered in fresh bruises from his whipping and torture, the pain cutting through my body like an actual knife doing his job on a fruit, searing through my system like a magnified electric shock stamped with water.

The feeling was horrendous and I wish it could disappear, even if the disappearance would cut my life force. I just want it gone.

I whimpered in a low voice where my body was curled up at, hoping he never get to me or wishing I can just disappear from him.

I thought I was gone and finally freed of him, but there he was approaching me with his silver-laced whip teaching me one of his gruesome lessons and to remind me that I will never be rid of him, he will hunt me and break the left piece of me forever.

Finally he got to me, squatting to my curled position on the floor, blood oozing out of my cuts like the cleanse liquid that runs from a connected tap, inflicting it terrific feeling through my body.

“Tell me now or I will make you regret it more.” He threatened, the expression on his face darkening as he gazed intently at me with his eyes blazing with anger and calmness at the same time.

“Do you really need a reason?” I breathed out, head tilting backwards as the will to talk more stripped away from me.

I kept shut, unable to finish my intended response give a response thanks to the pain numbing my throat and energy. Tears prickling down my eyes to my cheeks with some sliding over my quivering lips.

“I asked you a question and you’re answering me with another question?” He scoffed, the scoff hinting on his next feral act. “How dare you?” He asked with his words coming out extremely soft and life threatening, his lips twisted as they formed the dangerous smirk, looming across my face on his.

The whip dropped off his hand, the hand moving up as it circled around my neck and pressing it. A shaky gasp fell off my lips, slapping his hand repeatedly as I struggled to breathe, the smirk on his face stretched wider while he apply more pressure to his grip on my neck, enjoying as he watched me choked and gasp for air, fighting readily for oxygen.

“Please……Alpha…..Please….F-Forgive me.” My voice came out croaked, looking into his dark eyes that housed nothing but hatred towards me pleadingly.

“Good little wolf.” His hand dropped off my neck as he stood up going away from me.

I rubbed my neck, the spot where I’m feeling the most pain and sores, more tears streaming down my eyes as if they had no control. This is just too much. It’s unbearable.

“You do know…..” he drawled his words from where he stood, turning back to face me while his face assumes nothing but that of a monster; exactly who he is. “This sneaky act of yours won’t go unpunished right?”

What does he mean by that, with everything he has done to me already. Why won’t he just kill me? What bad could I have done to him to deserve this much torment from him?

“Now I want you to stand up and remove all your clothes.” He ordered in a cold flat statement.

Apprehension stumbled upon my soul, masking my non existing courage and overwhelming my heart, body, and everything that makes me up with fear. It drips largely on me as I heard his order.

I gathered my strength from where they receded, pulling off my body the remnants of the rag covering my body in form of a cloth, the zeal to stand up and complete his order lost within me.

I just couldn’t stand up, I was too weak, too broken, too helpless to make any move.

“I guess you just need a little motivation to stand up, from me.” He uttered and in a swift he was with me, bending over with the clattering of his claws coming out his fingers hinged at my ears, soon they dug right at my thigh, tearing through the already wounded skin, I yelped loudly in agony, screaming my lungs out as it is the only thing I could do.

“Stand up!”

I wasted no seconds heeding to the order, his claws extracted out of me, causing more immense pain but nothing compared to the wounds invented on me. It was an endless pain. An eternal torture.

“Go over to that chair and bend over.”

Tears wailed uncontrollably down my eyes hearing him say that, he was going to do it again, take advantage of me brutally and get away with it, he was going to step on my dignity as if it’s nothing, it gives a special kind of pain that pierced me straight deep in the heart.

“Should I repeat myself? You know what it comes with.”

I sniffed dragging my feet off where they stood, moving over to the chair and framing the position he asked me to.

“Good little slutty wolf.” His voice toppled over me, I felt his hand touched my opened butt cheek, he caressed it softly squeezing the cheeks it in his palms.

“Please….!” I cried out like never before, this is just too much.

“I want you to scream my name as I thrust into you with my rod of correction and rid you of all infidelities.” The next I felt was his manhood thrusting inside me from behind.

“Nooooooo!”

I yelled out aloud as I sprang up from yet another nightmare I suffered and struggled with ever since have gotten here weeks ago my skin sticked meltingly to my cloth with sweats laying between, my chest hammered loudly against my chest.

I sat up the bed I was, pulling my knees together and whimpering as my skin crawls against me, it all felt so real, so vivid it didn’t feel anything like a dream and rather like it was happening to me.

I tried to calm myself, my palm massaging my chest to soothe my haggard breathing.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice laced in concern and pity.

I glanced up at him, trying to hide the fear expressed widely on my face. “Yeah,” I answered, masking my agitation with a fake smile.

“Do you want me to get you anything? Like water or anything at all?” He inquired more, looking at me with so much care on his face.

He is the only friend I have managed to make in here or since I got here.

After I had passed out in the arms of my mate I assume, I woke up and found myself in this cell like a place but on a well laid bed and with two guards taking turn to guard me in front of the metal barrier keeping me locked inside.

I haven’t seen him since then neither have I heard from him.

I’m pretty sure he hates me, he doesn’t want us, I’m a reject, nobody loves me, nobody has ever loved me except for my sister who I accidentally killed.

Why! Why! Why! I screamed in my mind, the thought that I left hell to come inside another hell. Better than before, but I wanted freedom.

I ran, escaped, just to attain that. Yet here I am, locked up as it sets hindrance to my plans.

I thought I would find the solace I long for in his arms, and that my suffering is over the moment I set my eyes on him. And of course, I was wrong.

The moon goddess hated me so much, there wasn’t a page of happiness written in my fate. I wanted to change that, to get that, turns out it’s impossible to challenge your control .

Because look at me now, back in the cage, locked up and who knows when he’s going to start torturing me.

I thought everything would be better and that I won’t have a reason to be sad anymore.

I should have known I’m cursed, to be forever sad and forever be a rejection.

Even my own mate now doesn’t want me, it’s been weeks since I have gotten here and locked up in a room.

He should come and reject me and free me to go let me find happiness if perhaps I could ever find that.

‘Our mate won’t reject us.’ Darah’s voice shot up inside my head, feeling the emotion I was feeling also.

“He definitely will, have you forgotten the way he looked at us when he first met us? That look of anger and hatred, we did nothing to him and he already hated us, Darah I don’t think we have a shot of happiness with him. He’s going to reject us, Infact before he does I will propose the rejection and I know very well that he would accept it.” I ranted to her, it’s the only thing we could do to save ourselves from yet another traumatic pain that comes with rejection.

We’ve been through a lot to go through another in his arms.

‘Listen Morana, don’t try or do anything stupid at all. That night I noticed something, the wolf was giving me mixed signals, I don’t think he exactly hates us but still I believe we have a chance with him so don’t you dare try to reject him.’

I wasn’t ready to listen to her, my mind is already made up, I’m going to reject him and that’s final.

“Killian I need something from you.” I spoke up, calling for his attention, and when I have it. “Please I need to speak with your Alpha, please you have to go tell him about this request.” I told him with my face holding desperation and pleads.

“Why? This is the first time you’re even asking about him.” He responded with eyes furrowed in confusion.

“Please Killian, it’s important.” I begged harder.

“Alright.”

It’s determined, I’m going to reject him and that’s final. My happiness is somewhere and I will find it, I know it because I must.

Even if the moon goddess doesn’t have it written for me, I’m determined to make the change.