Chapter 1 Unwilling
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Celia’s POV
The man on top of me was Damien Frost.
As for how I ended up in his bed, I owe that honor to my spineless excuse for a husband.
Damien Frost was the Alpha of the Ice Moon Pack. The largest and most feared pack in the country. They said he had notorious appetites in bed. Not for the easy women who threw themselves at him, but for the ones who still had something left to lose.
A few years back, a dancer was rushed to the ER bleeding out after just one night with him. The hospital pumped what felt like gallons of blood back into her before she pulled through. Afterwards, a luxury hillside villa mysteriously appeared in her property portfolio.
People joked that trading a hemorrhage for a mansion was a fair deal.
So here I was, naked and exposed in the bed of the ruthless Alpha.
His scent, patchouli, cedar, and the musk of raw s*x, clouded my mind.
I could feel that his large hand slid down my sweat-slicked stomach and buried itself between our grinding bodies. He found the sensitive nub at my center, his thumb circling and pressing rhythmically, forcing a jagged gasp from my throat.
"You're so loud," he growled against my ear, "Does your husband know you make these sounds for another man?"
"No," I whimpered, trying to pull away, but he held me down effortlessly.
"He sold you to me, Celia. And looking at how wet you are..." He punctuated his words by driving into me harder, his thumb maintaining that torture against my c**t. "Sluts like being used by a real Alpha."
The lewd spectacle burned my cheeks, making me think of my husband with nothing but bitter resentment.
"What are you thinking about now?" His voice was a low rumble.
He hated it when my mind wandered. I had already been punished once tonight. A sharp s***k that left my skin burning.
"Nothing," I gasped, my fingers digging desperately into his shoulders.
He saw through me. He pulled out almost completely, leaving me aching and empty for a split second, before snapping his hips forward and driving his full, unyielding hardness into me in one brutal thrust.
My body shattered. The sudden invasion stretched me to my absolute limit.
My back arched off the mattress, and a broken, humiliating cry tore from my throat. I squeezed around him, spasms rocking through me, completely at his mercy.
He smirked, satisfied by the way I clamped down on him. He owned my pleasure, and he knew it.
The truth was, this was not the real me.
In my bones, I'm a reserved and quiet she-wolf who shrank from crowds. My life has always followed a dull script. I went to college and then scrambled for survival. I got a receptionist job with the Ice Moon Pack by the skin of my teeth.
That's where I met my husband, Liam. He was a junior member of the Alpha's security team. He made Pack life seem idyllic, and chastely romanced me with visions of small-town comforts and steady loyalty among Pack members.
After dating for a year, we got married.
Throughout our entire relationship, Liam never once made a move on me. At the time, I thought he was just being respectful. The painful truth only came out after the wedding.
The reality was far simpler.
Liam was impotent with me.
In an instant, I found myself condemned to a sexless marriage. Feeling lied to, I immediately demanded a divorce.
But Liam seemed genuinely contrite.
Compounding this, my conservative upbringing had taught me that divorce was shameful.
Against my better judgment, I gave in.
Liam claimed he understood. He said I was still young. If I had needs, I could see other men. But I never did. My loyalty only seemed to deepen his guilt.
To compensate, he handed me his entire paycheck each month. He would not let me do any housework and would constantly cook my favorite dishes. On holidays, he would take me shopping or on trips around town.
He treated me like a precious daughter, showering me with the affection I had never received from my own family. For a while, it almost felt like enough.
Then came the day Liam took me shopping for expensive clothes, including revealing lingerie, before checking us into Johnsville's most luxurious five-star hotel. I thought his condition had finally improved. But as we stood before the presidential suite, he revealed the awful truth.
“Celia, the Alpha wants you tonight for his bed. We can't say no to him. This is a huge opportunity for me. The Alpha needs someone untouched and pure. In exchange, I will become Gamma of the Pack and lead the security team. I've agreed to it.”
My own husband had pimped out his wife.
I could not believe the filth spilling from Liam's mouth.
Blood pounded in my ears as angry tears streamed down my face. I screamed at him and struck him, until his next words hit me like a bucket of ice water.
“You know we still have to clean up your brother's mess leaving your parents to deal with the loan sharks all alone. This one night can make that debt vanish.”
Last month, my family was hit with a crisis. My younger brother drowned in debt and fled to another city, leaving my elderly parents to face vicious loan sharks. Liam pulled some strings to scrape together cash, but it barely made a dent in what we owed. With the debt hanging over us, our lives became a never-ending nightmare.
“If you're willing to make this one sacrifice, Celia, all our problems will disappear,” he told me.
In the end, he convinced me.
When I stepped inside, Alpha Damien did not seem surprised. He stood there in a white bathrobe with the belt loosely tied. The collar was slightly open, revealing his sculpted chest. My hands were shaking so violently I could not even feel them anymore.
"Would you like some liquid courage?" His gaze swept over me, icy and tinged with mocking amusement.
Before I could answer, he turned and poured wine from the coffee table. I stared at the wine glass in his hand, watching the rich red liquid leave elegant streaks along the glass.
"Alpha Damien," I managed to choke out.
He tilted my chin up and tipped the wine into my mouth. Some of it dribbled down my chin, and he wiped it away with his thumb. My trembling worsened.
"Are you cold?" he asked.
"No."
"Are you unwilling?"
I hated this. But what choice did I have? "No."
"Then stop looking like I'm forcing you," he said, his voice flat. "What's your name again?"
Did he really need my name for something this vile? What was next, rating my performance?
"Celia Hayes." I lowered my eyes.
"Celia," he repeated, giving a slight nod.
Alpha Damien pulled me into the bedroom and perched on the edge of the bed with his hands braced behind him.
"Strip," he said, his tone cool and offhand.
I had never imagined baring myself completely to anyone but my husband. The humiliation seared through me. When I hesitated, his face darkened.
"You don't want to? Then get out."
I wanted to run, but my legs felt like dead weights. Walking away meant facing my mountain of problems again, the debts and the threats and the suffocating dread.
I was no coward.
With shaking hands, I unzipped my dress. The little black dress slid to the floor, leaving me standing as stiff as a music-box figurine.
The lingerie was a flimsy piece of black lace, barely there. Liam had chosen it. I had thought it too revealing, but he had insisted it was sexy.
Damien reached out, his hand grasping my chin to tilt my head back, before his other hand trailed down my throat, over my breast, and settled heavily over the crotch of my panties.
No caress. He inspected me like a mechanic checking an engine. I gasped, my knees buckling, but he held me up.
"Spread your legs wider," he ordered.
I hesitated. He didn't wait. He hooked his fingers into the fabric and shoved it aside.
Then, he slid two fingers deep inside me.
It was sudden and intrusive. I cried out, my hands gripping his forearms. He pumped his fingers in and out, stretching me, testing my slickness with a clinical, possessive detachment.
"So wet," he murmured, pulling his fingers out and showing me the glistening proof of my body's reaction. He brought his fingers to his lips, his eyes never leaving mine. "Your husband said you were frigid. He lied."
He wiped his hand on my thigh, a gesture of pure disrespect. "Get on your hands and knees. I want to see everything while I f**k you."
Alpha Damien didn't waste time with foreplay. He dragged me onto the bed, positioning me exactly how he wanted and impaled me.
It was a violation of the senses. He was too big, too rough. He stretched me open, filling every empty space until I felt like I would split apart. He moved with the ferocity of a beast, growling as he rutted against me, grinding my softness against his hard ridges.
That night burned into my memory. The scorching heat of his sweat-slicked body sliding against mine, and the deep, throbbing soreness between my legs that would remind me for days that I had been used by an Alpha.
Morning came. He had already left. A lone bank card waited on the nightstand.
I thought it was over, until I opened the suite door and found Gavin Cooper, Damien's Beta, standing guard outside.
He thrust a business suit at me.
"Ms. Hayes, you are Alpha Damien's assistant from now on," he said, his voice all business.
"The Alpha needs you for his afternoon meeting with the Nancaster Pack. You are coming with him."
I froze. Assistant? Since when?
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