Scarlet's Daughter

Chapter 3: The Mate

    I continued to growl and show my teeth to each one of the wolves, nipping at any who dare come close to me. A grey wolf made himself known by stepping forward holding his head high. He was taller and muscular than I. Our eyes met and I stopped growling, my ears perked. My mate, surely he wouldn't want to do any harm to me. His eyes were a soft blue that was laced with gray making his eyes look stormy. I couldn't help but stare deeper into them, and before I knew it my tail was wagging. My mate approached me with dominance, no expression on his face, no emotions in his eyes. How could my mate look at me so coldly? As he continues to approach me I attempt to make myself shrink, my tail no longer wagging but instead it's tucked underneath me, my ears are pressed back against my skull, and lowering myself low to the ground whimpering. He doesn't want me... this isn't what I'd imagine would be like when I met my mate. He's a rogue. 

    He was practically hovering over me before he stopped walking and sat before me, just looking at me. Nothing his demeanor changed so I sat up, my tail still stuck between my legs and my ears still down but off to the side. We continue to stare at each other, if it wasn't for the birds singing we'd be in complete silence. I was about to introduce myself when my mate lifted his right paw and clawed my face. I fell on my back from the amount of force he used, I was in complete shock. He clawed me. My mate clawed me.

    "Why the hell did you do that for?!?!" I yelled at him, tears forming in eyes as I begin to feel the burn of surrounding my eye. My mate smirked evilly "awe, that looks like that'll leave a scar." his voice was deep, deliciously deep despite they way he was mocking me I couldn't help that his voice sent chills down my spine, both good and bad. "You're my mate, you're suppose to love me not hurt me!" I shout back at him, but this time instead of clawing me the bastard bit my neck just above where he's supposed to mark me. It hurt like hell and I'm sure if he hadn't take a chunk out of me it probably would have been pleasurable after the pain subsided, but it didn't. At the site of my blood being spilt the other wolves started growling, my ears pinned back once again I looked around me in horror. It didn't matter that I was his mate. I'm a toy to him... maybe even food. I looked back at my mate in disbelief. In his eyes I could see what I saw in the others, hunger but also something different. He still had the chunk of me in his mouth when he said "get her." Although it was muffled the others seemed to have heard it loud and clear. 

    The next thing I knew I was being bite and clawed, close to death. No matter how hard I fought back, no matter how hard I tried to cry out to mate as a last resort. I got tired out. They took the fight out of me, they were still having a go at me when my mate finally spoke. "ENOUGH!" he shouted and just like that the others stopped what they were doing and backed away from me with their heads down. I wish I was dead, was all I could think about before I dropped to the ground too weak to keep standing. I was bleeding pretty badly, judging by the pool of blood beneath me. My mate strutted, actually strutted towards me. I whimpered as he stood in front of me, he lowered his head to me and I closed my eyes shut not wanting to know what's coming next. He got close to my right ear and whispered with lust in his voice "now that you're tired out, I'm going to have my way with you. Then after that the others will have their turn. After that we're gonna kill you." My eyes opened wide with terror, how could he do this. I don't deserve this. I tried to stand, I wanted to run away and escape, but with each attempt to move my mate would bite me and a few times he pounced on my paw shattering the bones. I cried out in pain and he moved to be on top of me, biting my scruff making sure I wouldn't do anything. I stayed still tears rolling down my face as the other wolves watch with excitement.

    Tears continued to roll down my face as he deflowered me, and the tears didn't stop; when my body betrayed me, when he climated, or when the others took turns. Half way through the pack I blacked out, my mind and body couldn't handle the stress. When I woke up I was soaking wet and caught on a rock in the middle of a river. No longer in my wolf form, I was completely naked, but fully healed. One of the advantages of being a werewolf is having fast healing time. Unfortunately, I'm left covered with scars. The memories came flooding back, and again I begin to cry. I saved myself for someone who was suppose to love me. My mate was suppose to love and protect me. This all happened because I refused to obey a rule. A stupid rule. I hope the Blood Moon pack, the pack of rogues, and most importantly my mate all die and rot in hell. 

    Orwin was a piss poor pack leader, was afraid to go against the elders in HIS pack. My so called mate forcing himself on me. He not only abused me but also allowed his pack to beat me to the point of being almost dead and took turns raping me. He's no mate. As soon as I am better and prepared, I will have my revenge. For now I need to find my cloak, or at least something to cover me up.