Rejected and sold to a Lycan

CHAPTER 4

ORION

I couldn't watch Cheryl maltreat her. Even though I am not happy that she is an omega.

Although I had rejected her, even the moon goddess knows that Alpha Orion needs a strong female to lead the pack with him and go to war if the need arises. Not a weak Omega like Arielle.

I paced my room back and forth. Then I ordered my beta Andrea to get her some clean clothes. She looked too tattered for my liking. At least whenever she wants to see me privately in my chambers, she has to look good for me. For me alone.

"How do I even cope?" I thought to myself that I have Cheryl, whom I have been dating for three years. She's been loyal to my family. I have to marry her to seal the agreement between my pack and that of her father's. I took a deep breath. I am locked in between choices, and yet, for almost two months, I have sneaked Arielle into my room. My body yearns for her, and my heart pounds even when she's not with me. My inner wolf, Orino, suddenly activates when I see her walking in the fields or cleaning the pack.

With my hands akimbo, I paced the large room back and forth. In no time, I heard my door creak open. I turned toward the door.

"Hey, baby". Cheryl said, moving on to grab my waist.

"Hi, Cheryl," I said back with a grunt.

"So, our ceremony is in a few days." She reminded me.

I didn't respond.

"Why is your face so stiff?" She asked coldly.

I shook her off and went over to the bed to sit.

"What's with the attitude, though?" She asked, confused.

"It's about her, right?"

"Whom do you speak of?" I asked in shock.

"That weak, poor thing. That stinking Arielle, or whatever they call her," she yelled, glaring at me at the same time.

"I do not know what you are talking about," I lied.

"Don't play smart with me; I see you everywhere.".

"Stop it, Cheryl," I ordered.

A frown marred her features. "No, I won't. I see the way you look at her and the way you drool over her when she serves dinner. I see how lost you could get in your thoughts for hours.".

"You are saying things out of proportion."

"You can't fool me, Orion," she cried.

"Stop it, Cheryl," I said, and I grabbed her in my arms. She beat my chest softly. Whining underneath my grip.

"I am betrothed to you, and our families are in support." I wonder why you think I have eyes for a common slave. And of all the slaves, you chose that dirty, slimy omega? No," I said.

"You, Cherly Alonso, are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." A smile lit up her face.

"The moon goddess forbids it that I cast my eyes on any woman other than you." I assured her. Then I kissed her on the head. A glimmer of hope flickered in her eyes. My words consoled her. She raised her head and looked into my eyes. I could see the satisfaction in her eyes; at least now she believes that I have nothing to do with the slave. She laid on me for a while before excusing herself out of my chambers.

"Finally, I can now breathe some fresh air," I said. My inner wolf laughed. I poked my chest a bit.

"Stop it, that tickles," I squeezed.

As the days passed by, I couldn't hold back the urge to see her naked body on my bed again and again. My inner wolf longed for her sweet smell, her touches, and her caress on my spine. She is as innocent as I wanted my mate to be—submissive and loyal but not weak. Her weakness irritates me so much that I can't stand it.

The moon was half full, shining brightly on the trees that graced our mighty pack. I stood by the window and looked towards the barn where the slaves were kept. My entire body burned to subdue her beneath me, to press my body against hers, and to look into her eyes as she moaned in pleasure and twirled her waist at each thrust I gave. I smiled to myself. A smile of victory.

I called for her again. And in no time, she appeared before me, as weak and pale-faced as she had always been from the beginning. Yet her beauty was undeniable.

"You asked to see me," she said, her eyes dropping on her feet as I approached her with my bare chest. She took a few steps backward, almost shrinking into her skin.

"I want you," I whispered, and soon began to sniff her neck. I pressed a wet kiss on it, and then another on her earlobe. She leaped, and she let out a soft moan.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked, gulping nervously, her voice as soft and tender as it could ever be.

"You are my mate, remember?" I licked her ear.

"Then why did you reject me?" She questioned, tears welling up in her eyes as she spoke. She had no iota of strength in her body as she stood.

"You are mine. Arielle ". I answered.

"No, I am not," she whispered defensively, and she moved towards the wall. I followed her every step of the way until I got skin-to-skin with her back pressed against the wall. I grabbed her neck and tossed it left and right.

"You're choking me," she cried out, her eyes bulging red.

"Beg me," I ordered.

I knew I was hurting her. But I continued anyway. For some reason, I love to see her beg me. I love to see her go through pain for me alone. I smiled and let go. She gagged and coughed, holding her neck with both hands.

"Orion, please, let me go. I promise never to bother you again." She whined and begged.

"You are mine." I grabbed the cloth she had wrapped around her body, and in a second it came ripping down, stopping just a decent inch below her belly button. I stared at her bare breast, her large n*****s resting graciously on her perfect boobs.

"Goodness gracious," I mouthed, groaning in satisfaction. My body kicked in response. My groins longed badly for her gentle squirms underneath me.

"Please," she begged weakly.

"Oh! Sweet Ariel. You are my slave. I own your body, and you must show me the utmost submission at all times." I breathed the words into her face. She nodded repeatedly in fear.

I caressed her neck slowly, tracing my fingertip down her throat and down to her cleavage. She jerked and let out soft moans at every trace.

"I know you want me too." I grinned. She swallowed hard, and I could hear every passage of spit that went down her throat.

"Henceforth, you will no longer live in the barn, as long as you play your part to satisfy my urge.".

"Yes," she nodded.

"I held her face with both hands and launched my lips into hers. We were locked in a passionate kiss. Oriono, my wolf, can only be tamed if I satisfy myself with her. She gave me herself in total submission. I grinded my hip against her groin, then led her in baby steps till we got to the edge of my large bed.

I pushed her onto the bed and mounted her. Every moan she lets out makes me thrust deeper, harder, and tighter.

*******

At midnight, there was a heavy bang on my door. I jumped out of bed. I rummaged for the keys trapped in the door, and with a click, they opened.

"Andrea, what is the matter? I asked blankly.

"It's the Omega, he said, panting.

"Speak fast, Andrea," I commanded.

"Arielle"—"She is gone"...