A Night Of Pain

True to his words, Sheera didn't leave for several hours. 

She laid in his bed, face down and her breath shallow. Her lower body throbbed with a relentless ache, she feared she'd lack the ability to walk when the Alpha finally releases her to go. 

He was at his balcony, covered in a black robe and drinking wine from a silver goblet. His hand was tightly wrapped around the goblet as he took in the last drop. Then, he glared it at it and held it with such force like he wanted to crush it. 

Sheera shivered when she heard him come into the room. She heard the sound of the goblet dropping with a hard thump before his approaching footsteps reached her ears. 

She wanted to run away. Get down from the bed and leave the room. But she knew that would be disastrous. Unless she runs out of the Fortress, she'll be imprisoned and punished. And if she 'did' run out of the Fortress, the Alpha would come after her family and have them punished severally. 

Despite how hurt and scared she was, she knew she was stuck until he was done with her. 

A weak, breathy whimper slipped past her clenched teeth when she felt him climb into the bed, his unique scent of freshly washed herbs and sunlight messing with her head. 

She dreaded his touch, wondering how much further she could go before she eventually passed out. 

For hours, he's been inside of her - mercilessly using her cunt like he held personal grudges against it. 

The back of her neck hurt from the number of times he's had his hand tightly wrapped around it. Her scalp burnt from how hard he's pulled at her hair. None of it seemed normal. 

Each time, he got more aggressive, making it seem like he was angry - at her or her body - she wasn't sure. But it was more like he couldn't get enough of it. And it made him aggressive. 

A tremor ran through her when she felt him tilt her head back. The last thing she saw was a black cloth going in front of her before it went over her eyes. 

She gasped uncomfortably as pitch black invaded her vision. By Selene's grace! The night wasn't about to come to an end, was it?

She stiffened when Keegan's touched her. Not-gently, he flipped her over like her weight was of that of a feather. 

For the first time, she was laying upwards beneath him. But she couldn't see him - just like her mother had said. 

Her chest rose and fell in barely perceptible pants as she struggled with the discomfort in her eyes. Her legs were spread apart and lifted upwards until she could feel them close to her ears. 

"Please..." she said the word without thinking, fear echoing in them. She was so sore, she didn't know how to take any more of him. 

In the beginning, she had felt something akin to pleasure. Even tho it had hurt due to his size and how very tight she still was, a little bit of pleasure had crept in somehow along the pain. But now, all that was left was pain. She feared she'd pass out if he took any more from her. 

Keegan paused, his cock at her entrance. He looked at her blindfolded face and didn't need to listen to her pleas to know she was exhausted. Yet, it made him even harder.

He wanted to keep taking from her. Wanted to see her cry beneath him and plead for mercy.

It was a dark part of him even Odessa had never been able to penetrate. And it angered him because he knew what that meant for him. 

It was driving him insane that he wasn't being satisfied. Each time he felt he was through with her, the sexual starve came again and made him act on impulse. 

Now it didn't matter how hurt she was going to be. He was going to keep taking more until he couldn't any longer. 

A yelp of pain escaped Sheera's lips when she felt him going into her sore cunt. This time, the feeling was different, coming from the new position she was in. Her toes curled up, and Sheera could swear she could feel him hitting her womb. 

Her head fell backwards, scattering her hair over the pillow as little whimpers slipped her throat. Her fingers gripped the sheets tight, her nails wishing they could dig into them. 

Keegan's thrust were hard and fast. And the fact that she was unable to see anything terrified her even more. She felt bruised. There was nothing she wouldn't do to break free from the moment.  

Keegan grunted above her - his voice thick and feral and sending more shivers down her spine. 

It should be forbidden for a man like him to sound that way. Because it made Sheera want to believe he was likable. 

Finally, she did something she wasn't supposed to - something that could have her locked up. 

Her hands left the sheets and went to his bare chest, attempting to push him off. Even before her attempt, she'd known it'd be futile getting someone like Keegan off her body when he didn't want to. 

Man may be young in age, but he was well-groomed and didn't become who he was by being weak. He had the strength of a hundred men and clearly, her hands were a mockery to his tales. 

Still, that was the only escape her instincts had whispered to her. 

Keegan's response was a deep growl - one that carried his message of being pissed off. 

He seized her both hands and pinned them above her head with one of his, his cock stilling inside of her. 

"Have you lost your mind?" His voice sounded really close to her ear. 

A convulsive shiver wracked her body from how cold and lethal it was. She stopped struggling and just sobbed. Next thing she felt was his hand gripping her chin roughly, causing even her teeth to ache. 

"Another wrong move from you and you shall yearn for the sweet embrace of oblivion." He ground. 

"I'm sorry..." Sheera sobbed. "I can't take anymore. Please."

His grip on jaw grew firmer. She groaned from the pain. 

"But you will. You don't move until I tell you to, lady." 

Tears rolled out from her blindfold. She continued sobbing when Keegan resumed his thrusts in and out of her. 

Her back arched as she cried, her hands still pinned above her head. 

He was a monster - she thought. Every single tale she's heard about him were true!

The great Alpha that dominated the North only became so great by being ruthless. Cruel. The only time he was good was when it involved killing or hurting others for his Pack's benefit. For his name. His fame. Never has it been for the good of anyone in particular. 

She hated herself for ever having the slightest admiration for him in the first place. He may have the looks of Zeus, but he had the heart of a distasteful beast! And oh, she hated him! She wanted to hate him! She was going to. 

She shrieked when his free hand trapped her tit and gave it a hard pull. It wasn't the first time, and Sheera's nipples were just as sore. 

She didn't know exactly how long it took before the Alpha pulled away from her. But it felt like forever. 

She closed her hurting legs and continued whimpering from the soreness. 

A long minute passed before she felt him above her again, but only to take off her blindfold. Her eyes - heavy and soaked with tears - found him in a black robe.  

He moved away from her, standing to his feet. His dark eyes roamed over her body, sending more panic to Sheera who could still see the beastly hunger in them. 

"Get out before I change my mind." His voice was hoarse. 

She wasted no time. 

Dragging herself off the bed, she slipped into her clothes as quickly as her sore body allowed. It was a struggle having to stand on her feet. But her fear of the Alpha getting to throw her back into the bed was greater than the pain. 

She didn't look at him nor dip her head when she finished. 

Sniffling, she hurried out of the room, going into the midnight darkness.