CHAPTER 6: TO TEACH A LESSON

Selena's POV

I inhaled the beautiful scent of the flowers in the garden. Roses, lilies and tulips lined up in pretty rows in front of me and Ana and I took the pleasure of watering and caring for them every morning.

The mansion, my new home, was pure hell but this garden gave me a feeling of heaven. I've always loved nature. The flowers, lush green grass, the bubbling brook and tranquil pond beautiful and an abandoned gazebo evoked a sense of peace and tranquility in me.

This was my happy place. The only splash of colour in a muted gray and black background.

I felt the grief I had been feeling since the sad news about the White moon pack massacre slowly washing down the drain.

A huge part of me still wanted it to be an ugly dream. There was a part of me that wanted whoever was responsible for the massacre to be held accountable for it. I wanted someone to tell me that my mum and sister had hidden in an underground tunnel and survived the massacre, but another part of me knew that the White wolf territory doesn't have a tunnel.

"What's wrong Selena?" Ana inquired.

I gasped and turned to see her staring at my hands. Her eyebrows furrowed in concern at the way I was clenching painfully the garden fork in my hands.

I loosened my grip on the garden instrument and flashed her a weak smile. "Nothing," I said, forcing my voice to sound cheerful. "I'm just wishful that my mum and sister Diane are fine and by some miracle were able to get out of there alive."

Ana face fell into a worried frown. She had been present when Roy had given me the bad news, describing in detail (by my insistance) how gruesome the massacre was and how it was unlikely for someone to make it out of that place alive.

"Selena, " she whispered carefully, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. A feeling of comfort immediately washed over me. "You are going to rise above all these soon. You're going to get stronger and you won't even remember what you were sad about."

I know she was trying to comfort me and also at the same time tell me that I shouldn't keep my hopes up. I understood her.

"Plus if not for our self-absorbed Alpha we would have never met again and I wouldn't have been able to repay you for what you did for me," she whispered sadly, "I wish it wasn't In such circumstances but the moon goddess knows why."

I reached out to her and touched her hands which were stained with garden dirt.

"A guard is approaching," Ana alarmed and we both laughed and pretended as if we were busy with the garden, fussing over flowers we had already trimmed.

"Hey, you! "

I bowed my head hoping I wasn't the one he was referring to but as he approached me, my heart weakened in disappointment as he shoved the garden fork away from my hand aggressively.

"I'm talking to you," the tall, bulky sentinel with a huge scar on his face yelled at me.

I wondered if it was also Tristen that bestowed that scar on his face, but based on the angle it was cut, it was a one time cut from a sharp blade? Probably a sword or a dagger.

"Are you deaf, you wench?! The alpha wants to see you!"

Fear seized my heart but Ana immediately jumped to my defense.

"Don't treat her like that!" Ana growled, shoving his hands away from me. "She is your Luna! Treat her with respect!"

He let out a wicked chuckle, "Our Luna," he scoffed, "she relinquished that right to be called our Luna when she rejected the Alpha, so right now she is nothing more than a mere slave, just like all of her people, and she would die like all of them."

My heart clenched in my chest and

my wolf growled within me in anger, as he mentioned my pack.

The skilled healers of our pack were the ones that had kept stupid buffoons like him from dying in battle with their incredible healing powers. Yet, he was not grateful.

He grabbed my hands and pulled me roughly towards him, I didn't protest because, at this point, I was almost used to the abusive treatment I was getting from them.

Since everyone learned of the rejection, I have been bullied relentlessly by maids, servants, guards and sentinels. I have been beaten, jabbed, hit, spat at, talked bad against.

I was used to it.

As we walked toward the chamber my heart began to pound and I could feel my wolf protesting, since the demeaning treatment I received from my supposed mate, my wolf transitioned from rooting for him to detesting him.

"Where are you taking me to?" I asked, it was a rather foolish question because I was already aware of where he was taking me.

"What does he want from me?" I asked instead.

"Shut up and keep moving," the scared face sentinel responded rudely.

As we reached the door which I assumed to be the Alpha's room, I struggled to breathe and gasped for air, it was as if he took my breath away, literally.

"Get in there," he commanded and shoved me into the room.

I stumbled into the room of the Alpha, shaking with fear.

The room was even grander than the rest of the mansion. A crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling, casting a warm and inviting glow throughout the space.

His desk in a corner of the room was cluttered with stacks of paperwork, a sign of his busy and demanding role as leader of the pack.

In the center of the room stood the Alpha, towering over me with a fierce and intimidating presence. He was dressed in a white bathing robe, exuding power and authority.

He was a really goodlooking man with thick dark hair that was usually combed to perfection and bright green eyes. A finely chiseled face and a ripped body.

Water dripped down his hair as if he just had a bath and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over me as his piercing gaze bore into my own.

It was saddening how such a goodlooking man could have such a despicable soul.

I avoided his furious gaze, looking for something else to focuse on and that was when I spotted her, a beautiful lady lying naked in his bed.

Thinking this was probably a mistake, I quickly turned back to leave, as I was not supposed to be there.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked, his voice sounding more brutal than it did last time but maintaining its baritone voice.

I froze at the moment and turned around to face him, but I lowered my gaze so as not to catch a look of him or the naked woman behind him.

"Look at me," he commanded and I gulped in a huge lump of saliva that was stuck in my throat and hindering the passage of air from my lungs. I gently lifted my gaze.

"Kneel before me like the fucking dog you are."

His command fought against my prideful nature but I quickly did as he ordered, not wanting to attract any unnecessary punishment from him.

He seemed pleased with this because he squatted before me and took my chin in his tight, painful grip, causing me to look into hateful green eyes.

"So here is the deal, Selena," he said to me, "I want to show you all that you are missing since you rejected me as your mate. You will kneel before me like a good little bitch and watch," he instrcted. "And if you look away, there WILL be consequences."

I knew I wasn't required to reply but I nodded, my hands trembling.

However, I froze when he stood up, my eyes following his movement. He undid his robe and let it fall off his shoulders as he stood naked before me.

Tears began to flow down my eyes for I knew what awaited me.

He was going to rape me. He was really going to rape m–

My thoughts came to a screeching halt when he turned around and walked to his bed, meeting the pretty lady who was smiling coyly at him.

"Make your alpha happy," he commanded.

She seductively slid up into a sultry position, kneeling in front of him. "with pleasure my Alpha," she said.

He angled himself sideways making sure I got the best view of what I was about to witness.

She took his already hard cock into her hand and began stroking it. His head fell back as he closed his eyes, letting out a deep groan, pleasure written all over his face.

Her small hands were more effective than her mouth, but when she took all of him into his mouth, he let out a groan, "Fuck Laleh," he called out her name, I wasn't sure how to keep on watching this, as they both moaned collectively, her with pleasure from sucking him off, him with pleasure at getting sucked off.

My wolf thrashed around in my head, crying in pain at seeing her mate being pleasured by another woman.

I had rejected him but he hadn't rejected me, making the rejection rite null and void.

In a way, we were still tethered because I could feel immense pain washing over me as I watched them.

He growled impatiently and suddenly pushed her back on his bed, climbing on top of her.

My wolf kept growling in discomfort, as we were both not comfortable with the sight, pain ripping at my chest.

Their lips connected again and his fingers explored her nipples and flicked each nub making her squirm underneath him.

"Fuck me, Tristan," she whispered desperately.

"Beg me."

"Please, Alpha. Fuck me," she begged and he smiled.

He flipped her on her stomach and raised her hips to meet his, but he didn't put his length in her and began teasing her with fingers until she screamed.

My wolf thrashed inside of me, howling in agonizing pain and begging me to look away. To not make her suffer so much but I ignored her voice, trying to protect the both of us. I knew that if I looked away, there'd be hell to pay.

His mistress gasped in pleasure pain as his hand came down hard on her ass and his fingers continued their assault on her core.

My mind trailed back to the first time I saw him raping Ana and how she screamed and wailed in pain.

"Please, Tristan!" His lover begged louder, desperation pushing her over the edge as she fruitlessly wriggled her hips into his.

He smiled in satisfaction and positioned himself properly between her spread legs and pushed his lengths in her and began thrusting hard.

He began thrusting with a feral strength that only an Alpha's bloodline could possess.

"Oh yes, yes! Harder. Harder, please!" she screamed even as he slammed into her so hard and fast, their movements, making squelchy sounds.

I couldn't take it anymore, they were both moaning and I could tell at this rate how long it was going to take until I could leave.

I couldn't take it anymore and I glared down at the floor, tears stinging my eyes.

All of the sudden, there was a profound silence, and when I looked up, I saw Tristan standing before me. And I knew that all hell was about to break loose.

"It seems that my dear mate does not understand the concept of obedience. I'll be happy to teach you a few lessons."

I began to tremble and the impending horror that awaits me rushed down my veins.

Premeditated.

This must have been premeditated because he walked to the fireplace and brought out a long iron rod that looked like a branding tool. The triangular end was burning red hot and to my horror, he started walking back to me.

"No, no, no, not again," I cried out and tried to make a quick escape, but I wasn't fast enough. He slapped me hard and I fell, my skull cracking on the marble floor.

"Please, please," I begged weakly as he straddled me and clamped a hand around my wrists. In my peripheral vision, I could see his naked mistress laughing wildly.

"You will learn to obey me even if I have to teach you with force!" He growled, placing the burning rod on my skin.

I screamed in pain and tried to kick him off of me but he was too strong and I couldn't even get him to budge.

The pain was numbing and he was enjoying my shrieks of pain. Tahila had gone deathly quiet in my head and it didn't take long until I started to black out too.

I pray I wake up in heaven with my mum and sister and not in this hell with this monster.