Hated by her Alpha mate

The punishment

"Say that one more time and I promise you'll regret it for the rest of your life." Alfred and Rachel were glaring at each other.

I am his mate! Yet, he is fighting with me for some other woman. He doesn't even want to know the truth. He must be really in love with her.

Rachel felt very intimidated by him, but she didn't care. She was equally frustrated and disappointed at him for treating her so unfairly. All the buried emotions were resurfacing and on top of that, alcohol gave her more confidence.

"If you love Stacy so much, why don't you just reject me?"

"The contract is already in effect."

"You are a coward!"

"What did you say?!!"

"You are scared of the Alpha, aren't you? That's why you made all this contract bullshit!" His hand tightened around her neck. She could feel his protruding wolf nails digging into her neck. His eyes showed a tint of red. Rachel was hitting him, scratching, and struggling to be free. She could hardly breathe anymore.

Grace! Where are you? Help me! He is going to kill us. Help!

Grace had disappeared into a slumber after being maimed by her mate's behavior. Rachel slapped him hard with all the strength she could muster. With a swift motion, within a blink of an eye, he shoved Rachel to the other side of the room. She flew across the room to hit the wall and fell down. The air gushed into her lungs and she could finally breathe, but she felt a shot of pain through her spine.

In the next second, Alfred stood in front of her and picked her up by her arm. He pressed her against the wall, pinned her hands to the wall, and started kissing her very rough and intense.

What the hell! What is wrong with him? I won't take it anymore.

She started kissing him back. He was startled by that, but he didn't want to concede either. Before they realized it, the kiss had turned into a very passionate and fiery smooch. His hands freed her pinned arms, and instead they wrapped them around her waist and hoisted her to make her body touch his. She wrapped her arms around his neck. One of her hands started exploring his soft and silky hair. Rachel's mind went blank and the only thing she felt was the lust and desire building up inside her body. Alfred, too, had forgotten why he was in her bedroom in the first place and could only think of her smell, her skin, and her lips which he wished to devour.

He got hold of her gown at its neckline and pulled it down, revealing her brassiere underneath and part of her body above the navel. Her breasts looked firm and round. He could see the hardened n*****s through her brassiere. She immediately felt his hardness poking her. He pressed it against her even further. He started kissing and biting her neck. She felt electrified and wished for the feeling to not stop ever. At that moment, he saw the mark of his fingers on her neck and the reality hit him. In the next second, he came back to his senses and realized his actions. He pushed her back and disappeared from the room in a heartbeat.

It took Rachel another minute to register the events that had occurred. She sat down on her knees and leaned back towards the wall. The stream of emotions came rushing in along with the pain in her body.

Why is it always me who suffers? Why doesn't anybody want me? Am I really a horrible and unlikable person? What is the point of my life? Is there anyone who would care if I died? Even Grace has left me, and now I am lost without my wolf. I wish I had somebody, something to latch onto.

"Why? Why? Why?" she screamed and started weeping her heart out.

The next morning when Rachel woke up, she was lying on the floor. She tried to get up. She felt a jolt of pain charging through her back. She slowly walked towards the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and saw a figure that she couldn't recognize. Her hair was all messed up, her eyes were puffy from the crying, her lips were swollen on the left side where it looked like a cut. Her neck had marks that looked like punctures and were bluish due to the blood clot. She wondered why the wounds hadn't healed by now. She was half-dressed with her gown hanging down her waist and her breasts partly popping out of her brassiere. She felt devastated, but her eyes were dry. There was no tear left in her to shed. She was just tired of everything.

It was breakfast time, and Mrs. Heather, as usual, came to call her. It was a Sunday, so breakfast was supposed to be eaten together with everyone in the dining room. She had no appetite, she didn't feel any emotion. She just wanted to hide in her room. Mrs. Heather was very persistent with her knocking. Rachel gave up and opened the door.

"Good morning Ms. Carter. It's time for... Ms. Carter... are you alright?" asked Mrs. Heather after one look at her face and her neck.

"I am not hungry. Can I be excused today?"

"Just that Alpha Albus particularly asked for you this morning." Rachel just looked at Mrs. Heather with a blank expression. She didn't utter a word.

"On second thought, I think it's better for you to rest in such a state of unwellness", she scanned her from top to bottom looking worried and left.

Why am I hiding, by the way? I am not ashamed of anything. Who in this f*****g world would even care? Why should I starve?

And so she decided to go downstairs and shove food inside her stomach, just for her body. Three of them were already seated by the table. As soon as they saw her they felt something odd, but their eyes widened with shock after perceiving the details. Alfred couldn't believe what he saw.

Did I do that to her?