Chapter 3 His Fury

Every time I saw that malicious expression on his face, a sense of helplessness washed over me. There was nothing that could stop his fury, but I still tried my best to calm his emotions, hoping to resolve this peacefully.

"No! How could you think that? Don't misunderstand me. I'm just surprised because you've always told me that we would be mates. But..." I tried my best to make my tone sound more sincere and my expression appear sadder.

Hearing my explanation, he didn't speak, only staring at me intensely. His gaze was like a surgeon's scalpel, sharp enough to cut through my skin. I refused to show any weakness; if I appeared guilty, he would assume I had done something wrong. If I looked like prey, he would treat me as such. So, I stood tall, staring back at his eyes with determination. For a moment, I even believed I was that brave, though my heart was pounding in my throat.

After what felt like a long time, his tense expression softened somewhat, as if he had dispelled his suspicions about me. "Don't be so nervous, sweetheart. I was just teasing you. Not being mates doesn't mean we have to part ways. I really like you, Zoe," he approached me, gently caressing my face and gazing at me with affectionate eyes, "As the next Beta, I must mate with my fated one, but you can always be my sweet one." His hand slowly slid down, reaching into the collar of my clothes.

His lewd behavior made me feel nauseous, and I truly wanted to slap his hand and cursed him. However, reason warned me that doing so would only enrage him and invite trouble.

"No, I don't believe that's appropriate," I resisted the inner disgust, taking a step back to free myself from his touch.

Evidently, he didn't anticipate my rejection and asked incredulously, "Why? Shouldn't you be delighted? Be my lover, and I'll grant you anything you desire."

"No, not at all. As a werewolf, I have my dignity and destiny to be with a mate, not to become anyone's mistress," I stated firmly.

"Well, I know you aspire to be my mate, but unfortunately," he shrugged, smugly saying. He always carried an air of conceit, believing I still loved him.

"And besides, look at you, you're just an outsider, and your mother is a lunatic. Soon, I'll become the Beta and manage the Red Moon Pack together with Marvin. Clearly, you offer no help to my position, so how could I defy everyone's expectations and mate with you? However, I must admit, you are indeed attractive and beautiful. I haven’t fucked you enough. The thought of you fucking with other men in the future pains me," he smirked.

Did I hear it wrong? How could he, how could he utter such repulsive words? He used to claim he cherished and cared for me, but now he humiliates me and my mother; he once said we were soulmates, but now he shamelessly treats me like his sex toy. All the sweet words from the past were turned out to be nothing but lies.

"Yes, I may come from a humble background, but I am honest and kind-hearted, whereas you, born with a silver spoon in your mouth, your parents provided you with everything you needed, except a good breeding!" I could no longer keep my composure.

"Slap!" He gave a forceful slap to my face.

"How dare you speak to me like that?! How dare you!" he roared, his veins bulging on his face.

"I've had enough! Stop this nonsense, since we are not mates, I want to break up with you," I glared at him fiercely.

"Did I ever say I'll let you go?" His expression shifted from anger to sinister.

"Why? You don't even love me," I gazed at him in bewilderment, realizing that perhaps I never truly understood him.

"I am your man, and you are my possession, understand?" He pressed me against the tree trunk, gripping my chin.

"Why? Why me?" I shuddered with fear, my teeth chattering as I spoke.

"Why?" He chuckled, "Better ask yourself. Look at yourself, you are so beautiful, so plump, so clean. Remember when I first saw you, I knew you were a diamond in the rough, wearing a tattered gray short sleeve and skinny jeans. Your full breasts and round buttocks made me horny, and I secretly swore I would take you to my bed. I dare say, any man in this pack would want to take you to his bed. I'm just one step ahead. Speaking of which, you should feel lucky, if it weren't for me, maybe you would have been fucked by those horny and inferior men. I don't need to pay any price to play with a bitch like you, no one will support you, no one will protect you. "

"Bah! You're disgusting! I'm disgusted that I have been in love with you! Who do you think you are? Let me tell you the truth. You suck in bed. I've never had an orgasm. I've always been pretending." I spat in his face.

Upon hearing these words, his face turned ashen, his mouth twitched, and his Adam's apple bobbed as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. He tightened the hand around my neck, making it almost impossible for me to breathe. My vision started to blur, and everything before me became a hazy, white fog. I thought I was going to die right there, in this forest just one kilometer away from my home. I closed my eyes weakly, waiting for the arrival of death. Suddenly, he released his grip. I took a deep breath, collapsing to the ground, feeling completely powerless.

He towered over me with a superior posture, speaking in the most malicious tone, "Did you think I would kill you? No, I want to make you suffer. Before I let you go, I'm going to ruin you."

He grinned evilly, and his face displayed a wicked smile. I stood there, unsure of what to do, feeling overwhelmed by the impending danger. Then, a warning voice echoed in my mind: Run! Run! Run!