Mated to the Trio

Chapter2

Chapter 2: Pull off your clothes

Marcus pov

She messed with the wrong person. I was hoping to treat her at least more humanely, but she just lost that privilege. As the minutes dragged on, the anger simmering within me threatened to boil over. Snarling in frustration, I sniffed my hand, trying to catch her scent and I did, turning on my heel, I strode purposefully forward, my senses honed in on the faintest trace of her scent lingering in the air. With each inhale, I drew closer to her, It didn't take long for me to pick up her trail.

With every step I took, the fire burning within me intensified, driving me forward with a single-minded determination. She had aimed to evade capture, to slip through my fingers like sand, but I would not rest until she was brought to her knees. As I closed in on her location, a predatory grin spread across my lips. The hunt was on, and she was about to discover that there was no escaping the consequences of her actions. I dug my hand into the bush, dragging her head out. She winced as she stood taller. I let her go, sending a slap across her face first to jolt her mind in the right direction, to remind her she wasn't in her father's mansion anymore.

Sending shock-waves of pain rippling across Elena's cheek. She staggered backwards, clutching her throbbing face in disbelief. " That's just a reminder that you are nothing but a slave to me now. Don't ever try that mistake you just did, or it might just cost you your life" Sold like a slave? The words resounded in her mind, each syllable like a dagger to her already wounded pride. As I towered over her, my eyes ablaze with disgust, I could sense her surge of anger boiling within her." How dare he treat her like this? How dare he reduce her to nothing more than a possession to be bought and sold at his whim?

"I smirked as I predicted the thoughts that might be running through her mind with satisfaction of what I had achieved. I ordered for her to be taken to her room.

Elena's pov:

As Marcus's hand connected with my cheek, a searing pain shot through me, both physical and emotional. The sting of his slap echoed in the air, leaving behind a burning sensation that seemed to sear straight into my soul. For a moment, everything around me seemed to blur, my senses overwhelmed by the shock of his actions. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, a mixture of shame and resentment flooding through me. How could he treat me like this? But as Marcus's words cut through the haze of pain, the harsh reality of my situation began to sink in.

Sold like a slave? The thought was like an arrow to the heart, slicing through the last shreds of hope that had clung to me in the wake of my father's death. Everything I had ever known, everything I had ever hoped for, had been ripped away from me in an instant, leaving me lost in a sea of uncertainty. As the door slammed shut behind the Omegas, I sank to my knees, tears streaming down my cheeks. I knew I had to find a way out. I couldn't endure another moment of this torment.

Lost in my thoughts of desperation, I was startled by a soft knock on my door. A slender girl with kind eyes entered, carrying towels and clothes. She smiled towards me softly. "Be careful around Alpha Marcus," she cautioned, her voice filled with genuine concern. "He has quite the temper" I nodded silently, grateful for her warning but unsure of how to respond. I had never been one to walk on eggshells, but in this cruel world, I knew I had to tread carefully. "I won't be here for long," she added before leaving, leaving me to ponder her words. Soon after, Marcus barged in without warning, his presence sending a shiver down my spine.

"You could at least knock," I retorted, my voice trembling with defiance. "If you were n***d, it would have been perfect because that's what I came here for," he sneered, his words dripping with malice.I quivered in horror, clutching my clothes tightly to my body as he advanced towards me." This is some sort of joke, right?" I stammered, my heart pounding in my chest. "I won't repeat myself," he growled, his predatory eyes fixed on me with unyielding intensity.With each step he took, I felt the walls closing in around me, trapping me in a nightmare from which I could not escape.

Desperation surged through me as I backed away, hoping to vanish into thin air. But there was no escape from the grip of Alpha Marcus. With a cruel twist of his hand, he dragged me by my hair and threw me onto the bed, his intentions clear. I screamed out in terror, my cries echoing through the empty room, knowing that no one would come to save me. At that moment, I felt utterly alone, a helpless pawn in the hands of a merciless predator. He ripped my clothes off, "You always make things hard for yourself, I hate relentless people, it makes me want to show who is really the boss.

"Please," I muttered, my voice barely a whisper as fear coursed through every fiber of my being. He brushed a strand of hair off my face with feigned tenderness, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "You are now mine, he declared, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "I can do whatever I want with you, and you will enjoy it if you listen. Don't worry, I'll be gentle.

"I quivered as he drew nearer, his hot breath sending ripples of loathing through me. Tears welled up in my eyes, cascading down my cheeks in silent protest as I resigned myself to my fate. With a sudden and sharp penetration, I let out a strangled cry, my body convulsing with pain and anguish. My claws extended involuntarily, digging into his skin as I fought against the agony coursing through me. But he only smirked, his eyes gleaming with s******c pleasure."That's how I like it," he whispered into my ear. At that moment, I knew I was trapped.