Alpha Magnus

Chapter 9: Forever His Mate.

Mira Ashford POV

I felt him right behind me, his breath hot on my neck. His hands wrapped around my body, pulling me tight against him. My breathing shattered here, and my heart felt like it would tear right out of my chest. I tried to tell him to let go, to explain, but he was a bastard who just wouldn't listen.

Seeing my ID, seeing how my name had become his, changed, my soul was crushed and destroyed. It wasn't about my family name; what good had they ever done for me? I had suffered because of them my entire life. But this was about being *forced* into this, and now he wanted to touch me. How could he? He was the law; how could he do this? He was crazy; he deserved execution for this madness. He wouldn't let me finish.

He just started tearing at my lips. I was crying, fighting in his grip, trying to get away. He ravaged my mouth, biting and tearing with his teeth while he pinned me down. He was cruel, merciless, and worse, his words were provocative, killing me, and his actions were savage. I couldn't feel my neck anymore. I was sure it was bleeding. He wouldn't give me time to process before he yanked my clothes off. I tried, I swear I tried to match his strength, but I couldn't. He demolished me completely.

I lost my mind in a way I can't describe, and that made him angry. Yes, it made him angry. I was hit by a slap that made me forget everything around me. His hand was heavy and huge; one slap was enough to end me. When he started pressing down on my lower belly, I felt like I was going to burst. The pain was unbearable. He pressed hard, and I felt like I was going to explode in a lethal way. I begged him to stop, but it was useless. I was going to lose myself.

His hand wanted to pierce through and go inside. I stopped moving, just twitching, my back on the table, my feet dangling, and he stood between my thighs, pressing my lower abdomen. The sound of my moans and screams echoed in the room.

The Alpha Magnus Thorne's voice was rough, devoid of any sympathy: "If you want me to lift my hand, you have to stop thrashing and moving, or I swear I'll stay like this for hours, and I'll increase the pressure until you break. Do you understand?"

I answered him in a trembling voice, barely audible: "E... Enough."

The Alpha Magnus raised his voice with stern sharpness: "I said, do you understand? Answer me!"

I screamed, crying: "I understand! I understand! Stop it!"

I took a deep breath, still whimpering as he finally removed his hand. He opened the buttons of his shirt and tossed it aside. I was like a corpse on the table; I couldn't process anything anymore.

I felt his voice, barely registering, telling me to strip, and automatically, my mind signaled my hands to lift so I wouldn't be tortured by his hand again.

Magnus, with a cold, mocking smile: "Good girl. So, it's okay for you to hurt, you'll get used to it."

I let him do whatever he wanted. My defenses were totally gone, but my voice didn't quiet down. My vocal cords were shredded as I screamed under his hand. He wasn't leaving marks that bled now. His touches were polluting me, leaving marks of filth on my body. Marks I would never forget as long as I lived. My body was stained with a sin I didn't commit.

Magnus, in a provocative and calm voice: "You're not ready. Taking you like this will make your mind break from the pain. Do you want a little pleasure, my little prisoner? Answer me."

Isn't marriage supposed to be built on love and affection between two people? Then what kind of marriage did we have? Was it a marriage to kill the last atoms of my soul? It was a marriage built on my rape and suffering, as if the suffering I endured before wasn't enough, and he came to complete it.

Magnus, with immense pressure on my jaw, his eyes piercing me: "When I tell you to answer, you answer! Or I won't let you go all night. Come on, speak!"

I answered him with desperate anger and flowing tears: "I don't want anything! Go to hell!"

He looked at me with madness, his eyes like lasers dividing the corners of my face into many halves. Of course, it would be like that. My answer made him burn with rage.

Magnus, with a wicked laugh and a loud voice: "It looks like your screams are going to pierce the soundproof walls after all! Your screams and your tears give this so much boundless pleasure!"

Magnus Thorne, with a roaring, very angry voice: "Enough messing around, damn it!"

Magnus, with a threatening, low voice: "Didn't I tell you to shut up? Do you want me to kill you, you slut?"

I replied with disgust-laced anger, despite my trembling body: "You're the slut, you pervert! Get your hand off my waist! You're hurting me, and I'm disgusted by your proximity! Damn you!"

"What did you just utter?" Magnus asked.

I hadn't realized my outburst. I saw him staring at me with dark eyes. He lifted his hand from my waist, his fingerprints branded on it. He studied the details of my body, and his eyes settled on my chest.

Magnus Thorne, in a terrifying voice, concealing madness: "I hate defiance, and what I hate more is when someone challenges me. It makes me angry, and I know how to make a person regret it."

Despite all the pain and the struggle, I heard a voice inside me say: "Mate."

Now I know why the Alpha Magnus seeks me and wants me so desperately: he's using me to calm his wolf, which is close to dying. "Magnus Thorne, this sadistic and cruel man, is my Mate."