Rhea POV
The door shut behind me with a resounding thud.
The room was dim, the only source of light coming from the fireplace. Shadows flickered across Damon’s face as he stood before me, his gaze dark and unreadable.
My heart throbbed in my chest.
I wasn't close to being naive. I knew the meaning of this moment. The Alpha's met with their mate, cementing their bond.
But this was different.
What suffused his face was coldness. No warmth or concern.
Just dominance.
The air between us thickened, charged with an invisible force I couldn't fight as he closed the distance between us.
Damon's command reverberated in my ears, low and unwavering. “Now take those filthy clothes off.”
A shiver ran down my spine. My fingers twitched at the hem of my dress, hesitating. Every part of me screamed to resist, to fight, to run. And yet, something stronger than fear—something ancient, primal—kept me rooted in place. The mate bond was a force beyond reason, beyond my will.
A jolt ran down my spine. My fingers hesitantly ran through my dress, something hesitating when he asked in concern.
“But why is your cloth stained in blood?” He asked.
“Why are you acting as though you just saw it?” I exclaimed in the breath that had already been caught in my throat. “I have no answer to that.”
What was the next reply were his strong palms colliding on my face, reminding me of my place in the pack as a slave—a weak wolf that doesn't deserve compassion. I couldn't help but dash out an instant tears streaming down my pale cheeks.
“You dare not talk to the heir Alpha like that, you nonentity.” Damon’s voice resonated like a sting swirling through my thoughts. “Since you have no good answer to my question, let's get back to business. My wolf is already throbbing intensely in my chest.”
“Now hurry with those clothes before I do that for you in a way you will forever regret.”
With trembling hands, I peeled away my clothes, each layer slipping from my skin like fragments of my dignity being stripped off.
Damon’s gaze roamed over me, dark and uncanny like a predator about to lunge at his prey. His eyes, a storm of shadows and fire, devoured every ounce of my fragility. For quite some minutes, he remained mute, but the silence between us was deafening, filled with unspoken things neither of us dared acknowledge.
Then his hands fell on my bra, rubbing the bra as he caressed the nipples that hid at the back of it. His other hands took my thighs as he rubbed it, approaching towards my core that was still covered with my pants.
His scent—smoke, leather, and something intoxicatingly dark—wrapped around me, suffocating and exhilarating all at once. His fingers, calloused yet strangely gentle, traced the curve of my neck, brushing over my pulse like a whisper. I sucked in a sharp breath as his touch traveled down my arms, leaving a trail of searing heat in its wake.
I should have recoiled. I should have fought. But my body, my wolf fell for the pleasure that seemed to await me.
Damon’s lips descended, pressing against the tender skin of my neck, lingering just long enough to grow my core from getting wet—a silent claim. My breath hitched. He moved lower, each kiss igniting something dangerous inside me, something that made my body yearn despite the war raging in my mind.
I couldn't help with the resistance but to oblige to the pleasure already swirling through my body when his fingers caught my clit. The rubbing slow motion made my visions blurry in pleasure.
“You’re mine,” he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with possession.
A part of me ached at the words, craving them in a way I despised. But another part—the part that remembered everything he had done—rebelled against the intoxicating pull of his presence.
“Now, I want this to be memorable for us," he exclaimed, his voice husky, edged with something dark and unyielding as he slowly removed my bra, his lips already taking over my nipples– licking and sucking that sent a jolt of impulse to my brain I couldn't help.
His fingers still on my clit as he rubbed gently with something I couldn't resist as I let out a loud moan that had been hiding at the back of my clenched teeth.
What I felt next was my pants being removed from my thighs. His tongue on my nipples as he licked my body symmetrically from my breast to pelvis.
It was at this moment I couldn't hold on to my resistance as I held his arms as though to swallow him all. His lips held on to my clit as he sucked and licked it. His fingers took over my pussy as I shot loud moans to the air.
I could feel my core getting wetter, my breast and nipples erect as I held his head for him not to leave the spot he was already ravaging with his tongue on my pussy.
I felt the butterfly leaping heavily in my belly when he tormented me with slow, deliberate movements, his fingers teasing the heat pooling between my thighs until I was trembling, gasping his name like a god when I felt his dick rubbing my pussy. He used his dick to whip my pussy in a manner my brain wasn't responsive to due to the dopamine that surfaced my body.
I couldn't help with the first pain followed by pleasure that shot a loud moan from my lips, my fingers digging into his shoulders as pleasure and pain blurred into one intoxicating sensation when he… “More of that. Please don't stop. Please don't stop.” I felt my thigh trembling, gasping his name like a desperate prayer.
Damon’s movements were controlled at first—deep, slow thrusts that sent waves of pleasure swirling through my muscles. But as the tension coiled tighter, his restraint unraveled. His moves turned desperate, each thrust harder, deeper, pushing me closer to climax from the cow girl to the doggy, to the hands in the air styles.
My eyes rolled when I felt it was about to be. The point of climax when he slowly and rhythmically thrusted his dick in and out of my G-spot as he took me on a missionary style.
“Oh baby! Just don't stop. Keep going, I am about to cum.” I said, my quivering tone struggled to escape my lips from the pleasure that swirled my body.
“I need that. We will cum together.” Damon's voice barely above a whisper, his running breath cascading on my neck. “I am cumming.” Those were his last words as I felt a hot rush of liquid deep inside of me like the mix of two fluids.
He let out a hard growl of pleasure as he pressed his lips on mine, still trying to reel from the climax we had reached seconds ago.
“You are so sweet, Damon.” I said, my hands on his face as I locked my eyes on his.
“It isn't over yet.” He said with a tone that felt authoritative, but sweet.
I held unto him with my foot, nails raking down his back as my body arched beneath him. The pleasure was uncontrollable, consuming, drowning me in a pool of sensitivity so intense I could seldomly catch my breath.
“Damon,” I gasped, my voice quivering as I shattered beneath him, my body convulsing with wave after wave of cum.
His name was still on my lips when he found another hot release, his body tensing above me, a deep, guttural growl ripping from his throat. For a flick moment, I felt him hesitate, as if fighting the instinct to mark me—to make me his forever.
But he never did. Even in the throes of pleasure, he held back.
When we were done, I lay close to him in tiredness, my body still shaking from the aftermath of what we had done. I stretched out my arms, my fingers resting on his arm, searching for warmth, for an assurance that what he had just done meant something.
But Damon shifted away, dashing me off as though I was air.
My chest instantly felt heavy. I had given him my virginity as my mate. My everything. And yet, I still looked disdainful towards him.
I turned to him, resting my eyes on him as I tried to hold onto the hem of hope that this wasn't happening.
For one night, I had let myself believe that he was mine. That I was his.
But I was foolish to ever act gullible to that.
So painfully, devastatingly wrong.
My heart throbbing against my rib cage in a fast race as I clenched my hands to the bed sheet.
“You can leave my bedroom now.” His voice was cold, devoid of warmth, of any emotion at all.
For a moment, I froze. The heart I thought had been repaired from his fragments had shattered again. This time it was worse. “Damon..?”
“But…” I tried to speak on my already trembling vocal.
“But what. Leave my chambers right now.”
He said nothing more. He didn’t even look at me.
I fought with any further tears that could expose my vulnerability and weakness, as I gathered my clothes in silence. With each step away from his bed, the cruel reality settled in—I was just an identity to satisfy his pleasure.
But when I turned to face him, expecting… something, anything—his expression was cold and indifferent.
“But you’re my mate. And it’s past one am already.”
“Save me those words of yours,” he said with an exhausting tone from the journey we had rode together minutes ago. “You are nothing but a whore to satisfy my dick.” He sneered, a warm smirk tugged at his lips.
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Damon’s POV The enormous hall of the Eclipse Coven's secret lair was filled with the smell of blood and burning herbs. The murmuring of dark-robed individuals blended with the crackling of magical candles around the walls, and they moved like shadows. The more I explored this area, the more I realized that this was more than just a group of witches vying for control. This was a destructive cult. As I followed my guide, a wiry man with hollow cheeks and eyes too black to be human, I maintained a neutral attitude. He guided me down the dark hallways until we came to an archway covered in dense purple smoke. Lilith waited outside.With onyx rings adorning her fingers that shone even in the dark, she sat on a throne of carved obsidian. As I got closer, her too-bright silver eyes stared at me. "You stand in front of me unharmed, even though you smell like a wolf." It was a venomous purr in her voice. "Damon, tell me why I shouldn't rip your heart out where it is."An inferior man would
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Rhea’s POV"Your entire existence is a mistake, Rhea." Through the chilly room, Lilith's voice crept like poison into my flesh. I did not flinch. I wouldn't let her feel satisfied. "You’re lying," I spat, battling the restraints. With each movement, the magic-infused metal that burnt against my wrists depleted my strength. Lilith merely grinned, a hint of amusement glimmering in her violet eyes. This was fun for her. She whispered, "Oh, Rhea," and paced me like a predator circles its victim. "You really don't know, do you? You've thought of yourself as unique your entire life. Selected. Foreordained to oppose me.”She stopped and cocked her head. "But tell me… who gave you that idea that you were able to stand Lillith the great leader of the Eclipse Coven." I tightened my jaw. "The prophecy—" "The prophecy was never about you." The chamber's air appeared to be motionless. "You’re lying," I said again, but the words didn't have the same bite. Lilith grinned more
Rhea’s POV It was too quiet at night. The first caution was that. Damp dirt, ash, and something wrong. Something twisted was the second scent. With no more than a breath, I muttered, "Do you feel that?" Beside me, Kael's body tensed, and he reached for his blade's hilt. A few steps ahead, Damon froze in mid-step. I could feel the same apprehension creeping down my spine as his piercing golden eyes flashed. Damon uttered the humble words, "We need to move," "Now." I gave a nod. However, when we walked for the first time— The earth below us moved. The earth split in two, surrounding us in a perfect, unavoidable circle as runes erupting in eerie violet flames. The magic tightened like a noose around my ribcage as it throbbed in the air. It was a trap. "MOVE!" yelled Kael. However, it was too late. As soon as I turned, the shadows appeared. Darkness shrouded the forms of figures that emerged from the trees. Lilith's instruction was evident in their eyes, which
Rhea’s POV The darkness seeped into the night. Before I saw it, I sensed it. A painful weight pushing down on my chest, a chilly pulse ripping through the air. Magic. Old magic. The type that consumed rather than merely seized power. The move was Lilith's. A wild wind blew through the trees, and the fire in the middle of our war camp flared fiercely. After a moment, the sky grew darker. From something much worse—an eclipse — not from storm clouds or the impending dawn. Kael whispered next to me, "No," his voice tinged with something that sounded like terror. I felt my breath catch as I followed his eyes. Across the valley, in the distance, a ring of violet light blazed against the darkness. The Eclipse Coven's insignia, a proclamation of war, burnt into the sky. "This is it," Damon said, squeezing his fists. Power dynamics had changed. Lilith had come out of hiding. They were responding when she called her forces to her—Damon paced the perimeter of the camp a
Rhea’s POV I was plagued by the name. Lilith. Long after the strange spy's body had become still, it continued to reverberate in my thoughts. For a long time, I thought that name was buried—forgotten. We were all unprepared for the storm that it brought with it when it battled its way back into reality. My thoughts were far away as I remained still and gazed at the fire that was flickering in our war camp. The one he lost. Kael's mate. The one he'd never mentioned. And the person who was now in charge of the Eclipse Coven, tugging the strings that had brought us to our destruction. I gently turned and looked directly at Kael. His normally keen face was dulled by something I couldn't quite put my finger on as he stood apart from us. Astonished? Pain? Fear? I had never before witnessed him in this state—unraveled. "Tell me the truth," I murmured, lowering my voice a bit. "Did you know?" Kael's jaw tightened. "Do you think I would have let this happen if I had?" T