A slave to the Alpha I rejected

A mates burden.

“Present your p***y to me, fallen star.”

Celeste was more than tongue-tied from Syzar’s demand; no one had ever demeaned her this way or stripped her of any form of self-respect or dignity like the alpha did.

And that nickname “fallen star irked her like no other, there was a time he said she reminded him of a star flower, but now she wasn’t worth anything to him, it hurt.

“Now, slave.” His voice jogs her thoughts back as his stare cold and menacing.

He knew where to hit, he knew what hurt, and he knew what would deliver the finishing blow and break her down as nothing but his bed slut.

And with the look in his eyes, she knew there was no room to beg as she stood up with weak legs that felt like jelly, biting her lips to retain her whimpers.

But in that motion, she immediately tasted his c*m on her lips once more; her mouth still felt warm, and her throat was raw from the size of his c**k.

She climbed the large king-sized bed, her knees sinking into the cool maroon sheets as she presented herself to him.

Her gaze was trained on the headboard of the bed; the dark oak wood held a menacing golden emblem that formed the daunting insignia of the Sorgale—the insignia of a wolf with swords.

One that reminded her where she was and who she was captive to.

With every passing second, her nerves were eating her alive as she held onto the sheets the moment she felt his large hand over her ass.

Her whimper echoed as she felt that large member protruding into her hole, one that was already wet from just the smell of him.

She wanted so badly to chastise her body for reacting so quickly to the alpha's touch.

And in one fell swoop, he slammed himself to the hilt into her p***y, leaving a cry that erupted from her throat, more like a scream, and her stomach rumbled from his wicked thrust.

Each thrust held a wicked heat, his pace erratic as his grunts echoed. “Oh…please… No…stop!” she cried as she felt her body turn lax; her hips burned from his brutal pace. She could barely see because her face was streaked with tears.

Celeste hadn’t expected to feel a burning intrusion into her backside as Syzar slipped two fingers into her ass, earning a cry from her. “No, please don’t!” she called, her hand pushing at him until his fingers slipped out of her ass.

“I didn't give you permission to speak,” he growled, and her blood warmed, knowing another full-fledged punishment would start soon.

For a moment, she felt her body go lax and felt his hand in her hair; it was then that she noticed the ribbon in her hair had been unraveled and was loose. And before she could understand what he was doing,

He pulled both her hands to her back, tying them behind her. Celeste’s heart began to beat fast and hard.

Her body was frozen as she tried to stutter out her words, but he pushed his mighty length into her p***y once more.

She couldn’t muster more protests against his brutal and faster pace; her mind felt dropped into a white space.

Only pleasure and fear evaded her senses; unable to put one feeling above the other, she then felt a gust of orgasm burst through as she cried.

“Oh, holy gods,” she whimpered, the alpha behind her slamming in deep as he roared out his orgasm, her insides filled with hot spurts of c*m just as she felt his lips nibble at her nape and earlobe.

“What is it, Ayvoc? You can’t profess your fake love for me anymore right?, maybe cling to me and beg for your life out loud, and I will think about letting you go and accepting your rejection,” he growled.

She could only reply with a whimper.

“At least I know your wolf chose me, as its bond is more real than your love, as you betrayed me,” he spoke with venom in his words.

“You left me to die, left me in the hands of your brother and a poison spear to the f*****g chest,” he muttered as her eyes trailed to the large, now closed gash on his chest, close to his heart; it was a miracle he survived.

She wanted to scream, wanted to plead with him that it was all a misunderstanding and that she didn’t tell her brother to kill him, but would he believe her?

“I am sorry, I am so sorry, Alpha—Agh!”

Her cries echoed as she felt a hand on her throat; his hand pressed until she could barely breathe,

Until her vision blurred and her p***y clenched around his c**k, letting a mix of ecstasy burst through one more time, leaving her a mess.

“Your words may seem true, and your heartbeats tell me you fear me—good—but I know your cries of remorse are filled with lies,” he snarled.

"It's not true, it's not true, Syzar," she wanted to cry out and say, but she couldn't move; her body felt as if she could barely think anymore.

Syzar had come once more, spilling his seed onto her ass while he watched, dipping his fingers into her p***y to push the slipping c*m back in.

“You need to be trained well; you need to be my willing slave, Ayvoc,” he called once more as he climbed off, this time releasing Celeste.

A naive part of her still dreamt and hoped that he would call her by the name he always used with love—‘Celly,’ like he used to—but the man before her was a ruthless male, not her lover.

But just when she thought it was over, she saw him take off his ring, the one she had kissed previously, and now,

It shone in the burning flame of a candlelight as she watched, perplexed by his behavior, not until she felt him beside her once more.

She watched with wide eyes as he rested the hot ring against his palm, the scent of burning flesh filling her nostrils. She let out a whimper, “Stop!” she begged just as he turned her over,

Parting her legs once more as he slid himself into her soiled cunt.

“Pathetically, you still act like you care and feel something for me. If you want to stop me from hurting myself, then obey me,” he snarled.

Moons, she should hate him; she should pretend her words of rejection still stand and make him suffer for what he's done to her, but even now her heart grieves.

“I swear to the hands of the moon and to the hand of our goddess, I swear my life as your slave and your unfaithful mate, I will serve you, so please do not hurt yourself aloha ” she muttered with a kiss and a lick to his hand that spread a cool rush through the alpha's palm,

As a true mate's touch could heal wounds. For a moment it looked like Syzarion battled with something in his gaze before he looked away.

His once burned flesh was now a healing wound; he looked back to Celeste to see that her body had finally given up, slumber had taken over,

Yet the wrath of her captor still raged free as he stared at her unconscious body.

“So truly, the cursed bond still exist between us…we shall see how it ends Celeste.”