Not For Me

I stand on the stairs trying to force my feet to move but it isn’t happening, I have to take a steadying breath and count to five. Finally, I put one foot in front of the other and slowly make my descent down the stairs, I hear voices before I see anyone and as I am almost at the bottom step I take a look around and notice how the house is set up.

All our best dinner plates and cutlery are set out the table is beautifully decorated and there are even bloody seating cards. God I think to myself, they really went all out for this and here I am wearing a fucking see-through piece of fabric to be paraded around in front of Alpha Malik’s son.

Eh, I don’t even know the son’s name, should I know my future mate and husband’s name?

I move away from the stairs and make my way towards the living room where they all seem to be gathered, I have been taught and instructed to wait by the door to be told when I have been granted permission to enter.

This is a crock of shit if you ask me but no one seems to share the same beliefs as me, So as I wait to be noticed by my father I have my head bowed into submission. which is what we are instructed to do here, everything is the male’s choice and we just have to obey. So the minute I hear my father’s booming voice telling me to enter, I waste no time in obeying him and walk towards him with my head bowed.

“You trained her well,” says Alpha Malik, I really want to raise my head to get a good glimpse of him but I know that will earn me a punishment later.

I play the part of the little obedient girl and I play my role oh so well because as I’m standing there with my head down someone comes up behind me and smacks me so hard on the ass that I would have normally knocked them the fuck out but I didn’t even so much as flinch as his hand made contact with me.

“What a good little mate you are going to be,” the Alphas son says. I wait for the order from my father to speak which he immediately commands me to, he doesn’t want to look bad in front of our rival pack, how pathetic I think to myself.

“Thank you sir” I reply, not knowing what to call him as no one has mentioned his name let alone introduced up properly.

My father tells me I may look up, I do as I’m told and when I do make eye contact with Alpha Malik’s son I must say I’m thoroughly disappointed.

Clearly, he thinks he is the sexiest wolf alive by the way he smirks and raises his eyebrow, his body looks decent enough lean and toned not very tall maybe nearly 6 feet but the face isn’t much to look at, and his lips are thin nose too large for his face and what really creeps me out is his eyes he has these beady looking dark eyes that just don’t suit his face with his all most shoulder length hair.

His clothing style isn’t much better either, skinny jeans that make his legs look skinnier, a button-up shirt with most of the buttons undone and sleeves rolled up to almost his elbows.

And the shoes definitely don’t match, he is wearing sandals. I have to hold back the laugh that’s threatening to bubble up my throat, I use the opportunity to clear my throat and politely introduce myself to him.

I can see him assessing me and my body, the way he is roaming his eyes over my exposed breast and pussy is making me uncomfortable. He lingers longer than necessary and clearly doesn’t care that both our families are watching.

He looked toward our fathers and announced he wished to take a walk with me around our estate, Both of them seemed keen for us to leave so a quick yes was all that was needed for him to grab my arm roughly and lead me out the front door.

The second we are out the door he practically drags me down the front steps and around the side of the house, he instantly lets go and sneers at me.

“Did you like the show I put on in there?” I just look at him questionably because what is he even talking about I wonder to myself, “I’m sorry I’m not sure I understand what you mean” I reply, he throws his head back and laughs in my face. I am taken aback by the sudden outburst and move slightly away from his face, Listen Carina isn’t it? I’m only agreeing to this marriage mate thing because my father is making me but I only said I would agree for a reason. Once we leave your pack and step foot on The Silver Back Pack territory things will go how we say, My father is inside right now making arrangements to have the ceremony on my pack lands he says.

I just stare at him shocked and speechless, before I can form words he continues. “I am not going to mark you, I actually have a mate whom I have marked already but she won’t be able to mark me until you have fulfilled what needs to be done.

You are to be my bed warmer for the time being until I can get a pup in you, you see my mate cannot have children due to a horrific injury caused by rouges, so you see we have both come to the conclusion that someone is to bear us a child that will be raised as our own.”

“You will be hidden at all times and only called upon when its time to try and conceive” He must see my facial expressions change which causes him to throw his head back and cackle, “The look on your face is priceless, and the face your pack rules here are fucking ancient is an added bonus you will be forced to obey Carina” I open my mouth and snarl at him, you won’t get away with this, my family won’t agree to this madness.

“oh sweet Carina, that’s the beauty of it, they already know which makes this so much easier. I am sure you have heard of me Carina I may be the son of Alpha Malik but he likes to keep me hidden sometimes I’m very unpredictable and I also can be very ruthless It’s nice to officially meet you, my name is Lucien Darkwood Son to Alpha Malik Darkwood of The silver Back Pack. “I wouldn’t bother trying to mention it to anyone, Like I said before they already know and no one would ever answer to someone like you” Then he just grabs my arm and drags me back inside the house, back to playing pretend.

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My thoughts start to spiral at the information he has just given me, my parents have had this all planned for the start.

I’m only here to be used as a reproducer and not even for my own child. Im fucking fuming right now but I cannot do anything about it at this stage.

I still have to act like the little submissive bitch they all think I am. But I am secretly biding my time, forming a plan of escape. There is no way in hell I am going to be staying here for them to use and abuse me.

We all enter the dining room and of course, the custom here is the male always is seated first and we have to wait for permission before we can take our seats, But as my father gives the go ahead and I begin to move to my designated place Lucien speaks up and requests for me to sit at his feet.

I freeze while halfway pulling my own chair out and nearly have an internal breakdown, My father has a sly smirk on his face and of course, he doesn’t deny the request, in fact, he looks rather happy about how I am being humiliated. Go Carina you don’t want to keep your future mate waiting now do you? he says, I want to slash at his face and gouge his eyes out with my claws which is ironic because I swear I can feel a slight ache forming under my nail beds. I walk over to Lucien’s chair and kneel down at his side, then to my utmost horror, he starts to pat me. I am burning with an unfathomable rage that I have angry tears forming in my eyes.

I form them back and try and take a calming breath, but nothing seems to be working I feel my skin start to itch and a light sweat starts to form along my body which then causes my see-through dress to stick to me in certain places, and this stupid fucker next to me clearly thinks that his touch is having an effect on me.

I want to spit in his ugly smug face if anything his touch is making the rage even worse and it’s becoming hard to even sit still.

The servers started to pour out of the kitchen and start placing dishes down on the table, The servers went to place food where I was meant to be sitting and when Lucien clicked his tongue they stopped midair and looked at him for instruction.

He simply points his finger towards the ground which in turn is pointing at me. I can just make out the roaming eyes of one of the oldest women in our pack Beverly, She works in our kitchen most of the time and does so willingly but right now she doesn’t understand what is happening and I don’t think I myself really know either.

But she follows what has been instructed to her and makes her way towards Lucien’s seat, when she spots me on the floor kneeling she nearly drops the plates in her hands. The shock registered on her face is quickly masked into a natural expression and then she silently places the plate in front of me, I avoid making eye contact with her as I know it will get us both punished plus I plan on sneaking out tonight to the shift club. I watch as everyone starts their meal and Beverly stands to make her exit. Lucien bends down and whispers in my ear that I’m nothing but a pet to him and thats how he treats his pets is how he is going to treat me. Then he shoves my head down into the food and snarls at me to eat.

As I try and lift my head up from the plate Lucien repeatedly keeps pushing me back down, I am at the point where I can not breathe and I’m choking on food as I’m trying to inhale what little air I can.

I am almost at my breaking point but I refuse to let anyone see me cry, these cunts don’t deserve to see me break. I try and force myself to relax so that he won’t continue forcing me back down which somehow works, he can see me not fighting back and that’s no fun to him anymore.

I hear them all laughing and snickering at me, this must be a sick joke I think to myself what kind of monsters would let their daughter endure this humiliation? Lucien speaks loudly so everyone at the table can hear, “Go and clean yourself up Carina, you look disgusting” Without another word I get to my feet and walk out of the room, while I can hear them snickering behind me.