My Mate’s Mistress and I

First attempt

Over the past few weeks Porter’s behaviour had manifested into something quite unbearable. Piper could barely talk after being choked so many times. Her wrists were constantly painted black and blue with finger marks. Piper’s right hip caused her to limp as Porter insisted on throwing her to the ground on one side only. She had had enough. She had slept through the night and woke up exhausted as if she had not slept at all. The maids, right on schedule, burst into the room and prepared a bath for her. She refused to climb out of bed, so they stripped and carried her into the bath. No bubbles today, Piper thanked the goddess silently, just bath salts to soothe her weary muscles. Succumbing to the inevitable, Piper got herself ready under the watchful eyes of the maids. The outfit they laid out today was very casual, a denim knee length skirt paired with a black vest top. The maids handed Piper over to the guards who escorted her to Porter’s office. Thankfully this was through the kitchen, so she managed to grab a few croissants. She entered the room and screamed with delight at the sight of her twin brother.

   “Phillip,” she cried squeezing him tightly. Phillip gently rocked her and stroked her long black with his palm down the back of her neck. Phillip was floored by her reaction, despite their cruel upbringing there were only a handful of times his sister had allowed herself to cry. Pulling away from her he cupped his hands around her cheeks and bore into her eyes.

   “Sister…” he began,

   “I want to come home,” she sniffled breathlessly. Porter growled loudly from his desk chair causing Sophie to shudder and bow her head beside him. Phillip rushed Piper out of the and into the gardens. The guards and a few extra warriors followed them closely. Piper fell into her brother’s arms begging to be removed from her new home.

   “What’s done to you?” Phillip begged almost in tears himself,

   “He hates me Phillip. How can my mate hate? Sophie is the real Luna she just doesn’t have my title. His witches they’re doing something to me. I’m so weak, I barely have the strength to let my Wolf out. I feel they’re trying to separate us…” Piper ranted on and on through heavy cries. Phillip began violently massaging his head.

   “I’ll speak with Father, I can’t do anything without his permission,” he explained. Piper burst with uncontrollable laughter. She understood he had not been made Alpha.

   “Want to know whose fault that is?” she asked with a smile making her look crazy as her eyes were bloodshot and puffy. “You tried to defy him, and Father is a spineless snake,” she continued monotonous. Piper had lost all hope, she sank to the floor and held her head in her hands. Porter kissed her forehead softly. He too was fighting for his life; he was in no position to help his sister. He had hoped to see her happy and cheer himself up a bit. “Go back Phillip this visit has not aided your campaign,” Piper whispered rising from the floor and brushing herself off. Phillip grabbed her by the wrist and was startled as Piper cried. Eyes wide with shock he examined he wrists and forearms finally taking note of the bruises. He checked her more thoroughly and could not contain his anger as he passed over the marks peppering Piper neck.

   “We leave tonight. I have allies in many other packs,” he whispered through gritted teeth. Piper tried to explain how this would be impossible, she was certain Porter had already spread his poison throughout the kingdom “We will ride our Wolves, they won’t be able to detect us. Alpha Henry will temporarily accept us onto his grounds. His son Seth is still smitten, goddess why couldn’t he have been your mate,” he squeezed his sister tightly once again “Keep anything important with you.”

Just before dinner Piper was again summoned to Porter’s office. On entering she was surprised to find him there alone. Porter was eerily calm. He laid his palms flat against his desk and kept his head bowed. With her arms folded, Piper crept closer to him. She sighed heavily after many moments as he remained silent.

   “You wanted to see me?” she asked frowning. Piper was drained, she was in no mood for games tonight. Porter snapped his head up,

   “You haven’t worn that bracelet in a while, little,” he commented icily “In fact you have a lot of jewellery on tonight,”

   “The last time I wore this bracelet you ripped open my skin with it,” she replied struggling to keep his gaze. Porter bit his lip and stood up. He rounded the table and backed Piper towards it. Gently, he ran the pads of his fingers down her bare arms. He had been craving the tingling sensation the mate bond gave them all day. His wolf berated him for the marks he had peppered all over his precious mates body, Porter wolf begged him for control. Porter shut his eyes in an attempt to push his wolf down but the more he touched her the more ashamed he felt. Bending over slightly to press his forehead against Piper he took a deep breath and whispered “I dare you,”

   “You dare me?” she replied moving her head to the side,

   “I dare you Piper. Nothing would bring me more joy than to bury him in his own wolf’s skin. I would have you help. We could finally mate covered in their blood as your gamma friend digs his grave. I dare you, I’m genuinely curious to see how far you get,” he explained pushing against the desk to move away from her.