Second Chance; Re-Mated to his Lycan Stepbrother

~~RIYA~~ I just lost my virginity to my dad’s worst enemy, but I don’t feel bad about it. “I’ve come across many holes, baby, but yours is the sweetest I’ve ever drilled into,” Raymond Beckson, the son of our current Alpha, complimented as he collapsed beside me. My lips parted with ecstasy. “I hope you enjoyed it?” “Enjoy is an understatement, Riya. The right word is yet to be uncovered," he replied. Tingles rushed inside me, and despite the numb pain throbbing in between my thighs, my core melted with the urge to be pounded again. Then he kissed me, his sweet lips tasting like marshmallows as I snuggled deeper into his woodsy and amber scent. “You’re too good, babe. No lady has ever matched my s****l energy. But I’m surprised you did and f*****g handled me like a pro!” “Should we go on more rounds?” “Babe!” he exclaimed. “More rounds after we went on five?” His blue eyes slackened and sparkled black under the red dim hotel light. “Aren’t you even going home?” “Lied to Dad my boss wants me to work overnight.” “Thought you’d never lie to him.” “Well...” I floundered, “I’d do or say anything to be with my mate.” I noticed a slight change in his demeanor. Sitting upright against the headboard, I asked, “When will you mark me, Raymond? I’ve done everything you asked.” A long silence ensued, causing me to reminisce about our past. Raymond and I grew up in the Royal Mansion. He, being three years older, attracted me like Icarus to the sun. However, my dad and I had to leave the mansion when things took a drastic turn. My dad was the former Alpha of our pack, and his dad was his Beta. But because of his dad’s unsatiated greed for power, he challenged my dad to a duel. That duel was specifically for any male members of the pack who desired the throne. He’d become the Alpha if he won, and the previous Alpha—with his family members — would become Omegas and get stripped of their properties. Dad lost the duel owing to the mischief his dad plotted. This led to my dad’s dethronement, and we became Omegas, the lowest rank in the pack. Dad resented the Becksons since that day, except Raymond’s mum, which was damn ironic to me. People rumored she abandoned Raymond barely when he clocked three years and then left to marry a Lycan. Hence, reminding Raymond about his mum was the only way to get on his nerves. Though I had never, for once, taunted him with it. Since I was still schooling, Dad grew my skin thick to criticism and cautioned me never to associate with the Beckson’s. I didn’t heed. Raymond, on the other hand, pushed our childhood memories behind him and moved on like lightning. He became a playboy. Yet, I pined for him more than I craved chocolate. On our university graduation day, I discovered he was my mate and told him in private. But he insulted me and I fled the hall before he could reject me. We lost contact since then, and instead of me despising him, my love for him kept blossoming like a budding flower in spring. So I held on to a glimmer of hope, awaiting the day he’d ring my phone to say he missed me and would love to mark me. My hope shone the previous evening. I was at work, coding a website for a client, when I received his call. He apologized and promised to mark me only if I proved to him my love. The only way I thought I could was my virginity. Best decision, right? “I will, tomorrow.” He snapped my attention back to him. “But for now, let me sleep to regain all the strength you drained.” And so Raymond slept, rumbling like a freight train throughout the night while I appraised his facial and masculine features. ~~~ It was dawn. The notifications incessantly dinging on Raymond’s phone jolted me out of slumber. I didn’t find him beside me and the sudden sound of water rushing inside the bathroom made me know he was in there. Almost squirming out of bed, new w******p notifications beeped and curiosity overrode the desire to join him in the bath. If only I knew... I clutched his phone from beneath his pillow and my heart plummeted when his wallpaper came into sight. It was a selfie of him kissing a lady’s lips. This, however, was the least of my sadness. I accessed the notifications, then clicked on the group messages since his phone wasn’t locked. Raymond and his two friends were the only members of that group. A: Hey Ray, how tight was that virgin’s hole? A: Did it raw or with CD? B: She a screamer or moaner? Wanna try ma luck too. My heart thrashed in betrayal, and the moment I scrolled upward to read their previous messages, tears glistened in my eyes. A: I’ve f****d almost every lady in the pack, guys. I need a tight hole to expand. R: You might want to try our childhood friend. Heard she’s the only virgin left. A: Riya? That’s a no-go area. R: Don’t tell me you’re scared of her. A: f**k you! I’m not. She’s just different from other ladies. B: Yeah, and that b***h gives no s**t ‘bout luxury. R: You both are cowards. What if I prove you wrong? A: How? R: We bet. If Riya consents to me, you owe me $50000 each. B: Will add $10000. A: Deal. (Fifteen minutes later) R: Just called her, men! We’re meeting in a hotel tonight. A: Wow! So fast. R: Gotta go. Will feed you guys about how it goes later. Stupefied with grief, my legs rooted in a spot as a chilling wave crashed upon me. So this was the reason Raymond called me after six months and I foolishly agreed, thinking it was genuine? Oh, My Goddess! What have I done?! “You up, bab–” I pranced a beeline at him as he stepped out of the bathroom. “You used me, Raymond!” I screeched, my croaking voice mixed with tears, my head lancing through instant pain. “So, this was your plan?!” I shoved the message at his face and his lips pulled up in a mischievous smirk. “Not my fault, baby.” He snatched his phone from my hand. “Can’t afford to lose $100,000, darling.” “You used me!!” I thwacked his chiseled chest, but he remained rigid as a hint of red hue flickered in his eyes, causing me to jolt backward. “We used each other, baby. Didn’t you moan and ask for more even when I said it was okay?” “What?!” Dejected and betrayed, I sank in rue for defying my dad and letting love blind my brain. Now, I’ve learned the hard way. Raymond’s titter cut through me, but I wiped my eyes because the last thing I’d ever do was to let him see my precious tears. “Accept your fate, Riya. I can even introduce you to some big men who’ll upgrade your life and—” A resounding slap I connected to his left cheek interjected him. “You slapped me?!” he snarled, spitting out blood before taunting, “Is this all you’ve got?” “No,” I asserted, sniffling, “I’ve got something much worse. Something no female werewolf has ever done in history.” With his brows arced, I inched forward and affirmed. “I hate you, Raymond, and I, Riya Coleman, reject you as my mate.” He startled and rapidly blinked his eyes before rage replaced the shock. “I accept your rejection, Riya. And just so you know...” he paused, tilting his head closer, “Marking an OMEGA was never part of my plans. Drilling and dumping her was.”