Alpha Magnus

Chapter 6: What Are You Doing, You Bastard?!

Mira Ashford POV

I saw him smile at me in that wicked way. His lips curved up like he enjoyed watching me fall apart in front of him. I turned around, ready to get out of this place right now.

But before I reached the door, a strong hand grabbed my shoulder. His fingers dug into my skin. I froze from the shock. Then he pulled me back, so hard that I crashed into his chest, my back pressed against him. I gasped. I swallowed hard. My breath shattered when I felt his hot breathing on my neck, because my head was tilted up. Damn him.

I clenched my teeth with anger. I tried to pull away, but he held me with both hands, gripping my shoulders like he wanted to keep me from breathing. His head lowered toward me. He buried his face in my neck. My bones shook, and my whole body turned stiff. Then I felt his teeth sink into my skin. He bit down so hard that a long moan slipped out of my mouth. I tried to move, weak and helpless, but he knew exactly how to stop me.

And it got worse when he moved his teeth away, wrapped his lips around the place he bit, and started sucking my skin. A deep shiver shot through me. Something warm and strange curled in my stomach. I felt like I was drowning from the inside. I whispered in anger while fighting him.

"What are you doing, you bastard? Get off me! Let go of me!"

Suddenly he turned me to face him, releasing my neck. He held me still, his fingers pressing so hard on my shoulders it felt like he would carve his hands into my body. His eyes studied my face. That bastard. That arrogant bastard. What he did made every nerve in me jump. I struggled harder, but I saw it. He was enjoying this. Yes. He liked watching me fight him. He liked knowing I couldn’t escape.

Dear God. I cried out inside. What is wrong with him? Ever since I saw him, nothing good happened. I just want him to leave me alone. Damn him. Just existing hurts.

I stopped moving when his voice broke the air. Strong. Sharp. A warning.

"Stop fighting. Don’t make me do something you won’t like."

I snapped back at him, breathless.

"Get away from me. What are you doing? You’re harassing me, you bastard!"

He laughed, cold and cruel, then said with icy calm.

"Be a good girl, little one. Pull yourself together. This is the best chance you’ll get, because you either agree or you won’t like what comes next. Decide now. I don’t have time to wait."

I stared at him. My throat went dry. I swallowed hard. How could he say this? God. I couldn’t guess his next move. Why was he doing this? I helped him in the last investigation. I swear I didn’t do anything. Why is he after me?

I hate everything because of him.

I had no choice but to nod. There was no other way out. I wasn’t in control. If I wanted to get back on my feet… even if I feared him… even if I feared what he might do… I had to agree.

He watched me. His eyes pierced right through me. Damn him. I couldn’t stand even looking at him. Just being near him drained me. I didn’t want him. I didn’t want this. What was going to happen? I didn’t know.

I opened my eyes, filled with tears, when he suddenly came at me. He grabbed my hair hard and crushed his lips against mine. I froze. I turned into stone. I didn’t move. He was forceful… his mouth pressing into mine, sucking my lips like he owned them, his teeth dragging painfully.

Even with the pain in my lips and my hair, I couldn’t react. I was too shocked. Too stunned. I just stood there, letting him do this to me, while watching him, his eyes squeezed shut, his eyebrows tight, like he was savoring it.

He pulled harder on my hair and that finally made me move. I raised my hands and pushed his chest, but he didn’t budge. He lifted his other hand, placed it on my waist, pulled me closer like he wanted to swallow my breath. My tears spilled. I gasped loudly when his hand slid down and grabbed my ass.

I pushed again, but he was too heavy. He didn’t move at all. He only pulled away when he realized what he was doing. He broke the kiss, breathing hard. He opened his eyes, staring at me while I shook, sobbing, wanting nothing but distance.

He leaned his forehead against mine. His hands slid up my waist. Then he said in a low voice, a voice that felt like a blade in my chest.

"And this is only part of the punishment you’ll get if you rebel, Mira."

I screamed at him, disgust twisting my voice.

"You! How are you even an Alpha? You’re harassing me, you disgusting bastard! Get away from me! I’m sick of you! Damn it! Leave me alone!"

He answered with that deep voice, mocking me.

"Don’t worry. Soon it won’t be called harassment. It will have a different name. And you won’t feel disgusted, because things much deeper than this will happen. Now go shower. Then to your room. Don’t talk to anyone. Or I won’t wait, and I’ll go deeper."

I cried out between tears and broken breaths.

"You’re insane. I swear you’re insane!"

He said with deadly confidence.

"Maybe. Yes. And don’t forget to come tomorrow. Or something you don’t like will happen."

I screamed at him.

"I won’t come back here ever again, even if you kill me! I won’t take your sick hands on me again!"

He smiled. That smile that crushed every bit of hope inside me.

"You’ll come. And remember. My words become actions. I don’t make empty threats. One minute late and you won’t see anything good. I swear it."

I shoved him away. He let go of my hair, now tangled and sore. I wiped my tears and warned him not to come near me again.

He only smiled. That mocking smile.

I left, tears still streaming down my face. I breathed deeply. I went straight to the bathroom, then to my room. Nothing new in this place. I’m dying slowly. That’s expected. I swear.

I laid my head on my pillow and fell asleep in my tears. My eyes hurt from crying. My dreams tried to take me far away. I wished they would never bring me back. But wishes don’t come true. Not for someone like me.

I sleep inside a hell with one name.

Magnus Thorn.