Bittersweet Rejection

Two

ALYSSA

Freedom was once a step away but he ruined and pulled me back in this hellhole pack they call one big family. Weren’t a family love and care for each other? Then, why are they abusing me? Why are they killing me with each passing days of my life?

What have I done to deserve this? Just because I haven’t shifted yet they will have their right to outcast me and mark me as an Omega? I thought they will help me by thick or thin?

Those thoughts from my dream pulled me back from my sleep. My body felt sore and stiff I can’t possibly move a muscle out from this cushioned bed—

What?

Since when did I land in a cushioned bed?

I panicked, looking around my surroundings and trying to register whose place this was while struggling to recall what happened.  However, I can’t pull myself upright, my muscles felt too painful to move.  Plus, my wrist looked too swollen and broken to move. I let out a low moan as I struggled.

And an arresting scent of full male being mixed with minty scent and Oakwood had me frozen. I knew that scent too well, the mere thought using the same room alone feared me.

If I wasn’t mistaking, this room I was in—ah, damn it! How can I be so stupid? I’ve been cleaning this room for years now! The walls, the color, the things inside screamed too much of male dominance—it screamed so much of him. The feel of soft, satin sheets felt too bare against my nakedness.

Why am I naked—completely naked underneath?

I was about to scream when I felt someone’s gaze on me, I turned to see him casually sitting by the side table chair—the red one he loved the most. He had a mug of coffee in his hand while looking at me intently—his green blue eyes darkened in intensity.

With a hand clutching the sheet tightly, I stared back at him, leaving no respect for the bastard he is. I am in too much pain to see his dignified status. I feel the slow build of hatred I have for him coming.

It like all the warmth and color drained, almost as if some part of me died.

“W-Why…”, my voice croaked, too dry to even speak. I cleared my voice and spoke, “Why am I here?”

He remained his eyes levelly on mine, daring me to let my hoarse voice out.

“Do you really think it is over?”, I added, “That I will stop with my attempts to escape?

“You’re the i***t here.  I will not stop from my attempts. I want to have another mate and make a life with him.

“And, I will bear him a child you will never make with---“

He suddenly stood; his approach was fast she backed into the wall in haste. With his swift grasp, he reached over to her and grabbed her by jaw, effectively pulling her close to him. The only cover I had on slipped off my body, exposing my nakedness to his eyes.

I breathe hard in pure fear of seeing the pure fury within his eyes.

“You seem eager to put any man’s seed on you, Alyssa.”, it felt like a growl, threatening and provoking another pain he oblige to continue.

“Why else?”, I gave him a pained smile. “My mate seems desperate to find another mate.”

That pulled him to the edge, I supposed. The next thing I knew, he was on top of me. While he trails his eyes over my body, he methodically removes his shirt and unbuckles his pants. I was in too much shock to move.

When he reached over to pinch one of my n*****s, my sanity returned and fought out of his unwelcomed touches. I threw the pillow on his face and tried to ran out of the bed. He is clearly living for his renowned speed and caught me before I left the bed. I was crouching fully on squares with him on my back. I am truly scared and wanted to take my words back.

His hands once again seek out my breasts, kneading them on his large hands while his hard thing pressed on my behind. I pushed him again but he backed on me, facing the wall near the bed, sandwiching me in the middle. I fought his hands from touching me, crying for help.

“Stop!”

“This is how a man puts his seed on you…”, he whispered on my ear after licking my neck, sending weird tingles on my wake. His hand left the other breast, going dangerously low to my abdomen. I screamed again, pushing away from his evil ministrations.

I gasped when he touched my core with his fingers, gently in a rhythm intent on rousing the desire I fight to ignore. I want go numb but every touch heightens the sensations. It must be the mate bond thing.

“Still pretending to go against it?”, his low breathy whisper sent tingles on my skin and I can feel the moist down there, rising on each move he makes. “You’re such a wicked liar, Alyssa.”

‘Now, c*m’ his solid command took hold of my desire and there was the sudden rise of feelings I want to reach.

“N-No!”, I screamed, my eyes are both closed as a wave of pleasure racked my system, draining the energy left from me. I grew limp on his arms, my eyes close in embarrassment and pain.

He settled me on the bed and the turmoil within my body still lingered.

Just when he was about to lean and claim my mouth, I pushed and slapped him with the remaining strength I had. The surprise look in his face would bring me joy in another day, but not today.

I gathered myself up the bed, took the scattered robe on the door and dashed out of the room. I quickly left without looking back, fearing my life would be the next price for slapping the Alpha King in his bed.

I was crying and barely clothed, running in haste and with caution back to my new haven, an abandoned building far from where the wolf community lives.

When I reached my room, I hastily went into the shower and scrubbed his scent, marks and touches. There were no more tears in my eyes, I am glad, I felt nothing as I scrubbed hard my skin turned red and blotchy.

I feel devoid; there was nothing in my heart but the constant heaviness.

This kind of punishment he had inflicted is agonizingly different.

Back then, he would only give punishment through words and beatings.