His Hunted Mate

Episode 2

His touch was like fire, making me burn up. He made me weak, barely able to speak. When he bucked me up against the wall, my intention was to run, but his body heat, his touch, how my body aches to be his.

Am I crazy? Why do I feel so much for him yet he’s a horrible person.

“Let go of me.” I let out, closing my eyes, trying to concentrate on anything else. He let out a laugh.

“I don’t think that’s what you want.’’ He said with a chuckle. I hated that this was a game to him.

“I’m not going to run.’’ I promised, looking into his mesmerizing blue eyes. “I promise.”

The grip he had on my waist was tight and deadly, yet all I wanted to do was kiss him. Why? Why did i feel this way for a man who only wanted to ruin my life?

Returns back to my foster father, Frank, quicking his head. “Do you think she’ll keep her promise?’’ He asks with a smirk. Frank nods, before taking a step back and disappearing into the kitchen.

watching him walk away just how much I hate him. He had sold me like I was his property. I trusted him and he betrayed me. He left me at the hand of a man who knew nothing but destruction.

“ I'm going to let it go and if you run then I'm going to treat you like a pet.’’ He speaks as he looks down at me. Is either engaged in authority yet a desire that I can't quite place. feeling Him So Close to Me makes my body burn up.

he steps back his fingers leaving my body as he lifts them up in surrender. He stares down at me, his figure towering over me, reminding me just how tiny I was compared to him. I cannot let him e*****e me.

suddenly make the move to run past him, heading for the door and at the highest speed I can master. A sense of relief washes over me when I'm out the door, but the footsteps behind me only heighten my anxiety.

I make a run towards the gate, but he catches me effortlessly, his arms coming around my waist, hauling up from the ground and throwing me over his shoulder.

“NO! Let me go right now.’’ I demanded, hitting his back but he didn't even flinch.

His men, who were standing on opposite sides of the porsche packed in our compound, opened the door for him.

“Let me go to this instance.’’ I demand again, as a feeling of dread settles inside me. He deposits me in the back seat, almost slamming me against it.

“You’re stubborn, that’s fun.’’ He says with a smirk, watching me with amusement. I make a move to unlock the other end of the car door, but he grabs my ankle, and before I know it, a clicking sound is heard as he secured the cuffed chain around my leg.

“NO! What is the meaning of this?’’ I shouted as I struggled and pulled against the chain that seemed to be booted into the car.

“Unlike you, I’m keeping my promise pet,” He lets out with a serious tone, “You behave like an animal, you get treated like one.’’

Just like that he slams the door, leaving me begging him to let me out.

……………………

We had driven for almost two hours, and through them, I had appealed to his responsibility as the Lycan King. Hoping that his duty to protect and serve would stop him from making my life this way.

“You’re adorable if you think that’s going to get you out of this.’’ He said as he drove. Surprisingly, he was the only one driving his car. His men had been left behind him.

“I just can’t believe that you’re this cruel.’’ I let out with disgust.

“Believe it.’’

I struggled against the chain holding me down again, more than ready to try and run.

“Please just let me go,” I cried out. “I have a life behind me, I have school, friends..”

“Pet, stop whining or I’ll gag your mouth.’’ He sounded damn serious when he said that, it was not a joke for him.

“I’m not your pet.’’ I answered, proving rebellious. Let me out of this car.”

“Ofcourse.” He said, shocking even me. It suddenly hit me that we’d driven into a private residence and he’d just packed his car. He opened the glove compartment of his car before pulling out what seemed like a collar.

“No! Please don’t do this. Take me back. I want to go home.’’ I begged as I watched him walk around to my side of the car. I undid the seat belt and tried jumping over to the drivers sad but he yanked the chain, pulling me back towards. He pulled me out of the car, holding my body down as I thrashed against him.

“Please Alpha Aleron, let me go.” He paused for a moment, forcing me to look into his eyes. His touch electrified me, making me truly feel a twisted desire to submit to him.

“I like that. Call me by my title and name a lot more often pet, it’s more fun that way.’’

The complexity of his words struck me, making me realize just how bad of a person he was,

“You’re a monster.” I let out, as he set me on the ground on my knees. My efforts were meaningless, it was as if I weighed nothing.

“Open your mouth.’’

“No!’’ I let out. His fingers wrap around my throat, restricting my airflow as I stared at him with wide eyes.

“Do it!’’ His command is like a spell. I part my lips, knowing what would come if I refused.

“You’re a monster.” I repeated before he placed a gag in my mouth, securing it behind my neck.

“I know.” He spoke, as he uncuffed the chain around my ankle.

“This is it, Clara Bennet, your new home. Today you abandon the idea that you’re an individual person. You’re my property. My pet.’’

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Present Day

Three Months Later

There isn't an escape route I haven't tried. At a point, I was convinced the Lycan King would kill me. He sounded pretty mad, he always was.

"You're mine, Clara. You do as I say.'' I'd gotten used to hearing those words. I could almost recite them while rolling my eyes. But somehow, I entertain it. Why? Because upon my imprisned stay here, I was met with the biggest shock.

My master was my mate.

Aleron, was my fated mate. Gifted to me by the moon godess. It had only taken one month here for me to realize it. I felt immense emotions each time we were together. He was cruel and terrible, but not to me. While he considered me property, and kept me chained to his chair while he looked over papers and handled calls, I liked his company. Was I crazy to fall for me captor?

I offered myself to him, and he took me, showing me what I'd been missing my whole life.

I remember the day he struck a deal with me.

'I know that you hate it here, I am a reasonable man, pet.'' I hated when he called me that. "I'm going to offer you a deal. Bear me a child and you will be free.''

At first, I didn't believe it. I thought he was bluffing and pulling my tail. But upon more pressed questions, I realized that he was serious. I had agreed to that deal two weeks before I was sure we were mates. Soon enough, our hot passionate love making turned into more than just a quest to make a baby. I craved him, and he craved me. I could see it in his eyes, the way he touched me. At times he was gentle with me, and other times, he gave me a taste of what it meant to truly be used for his pleasure: and I loved it. Our moans filled the room, sipping into the outdoors where the maids would giggle.

I felt fulfilled. Somehow, the chains on my legs when he wasn't around were the least of my concerns. I became addicted to him like a drug. I now understood what it meant to have a mate. I was inlove with him.

But did he love me?

End of Flashback