Alpha Cain Rejected Maid

Dreams Vs Reality

[Flashback]

Cain Balor was so dreamy.

There was something about Cain Balor that just drew you in. I met him when I was only twelve and at that time he was seventeen.

He was the ruling Alpha of Bloodhorn at the age of seventeen. That was just how powerful Cain was. His parents died when he was very young, causing him to step up as the Alpha.

I remember the first day I met him. He was everything I dreamt of and more. At the age of seventeen, he was so much bigger than boys his age.

With inky hair which he had chosen to keep as a buzzcut since I knew him and this smokey onyx eyes that could just swallow you. It was hard not to swoon over him.

Every girl wanted him.

Including me. I wanted everything from him. I wanted Cain, I wanted his love. I was only twelve but I knew…. I knew it was more than just a crush.

And could you imagine my joy when I became assigned as his personal maid? I, the wolfless runt that the pack was so gracious as to provide for, was going to be working so close to Cain Balor? It was more than a dream come true.

Even though all I could do in that position was suppress my love for him, it was more than enough that I got to be so close to him.

He'd never given me the time of day. He always looked at me as if he was staring dead at my soul…. He didn't like me.

I could tell straight from our first meeting that Alpha Cain barely tolerated me.

And I was okay with that. It was enough that I could love him, even if he would never know that.

And he had a chosen mate anyway… Milan Dolores. Our would-be Luna. She had been Cain's love… everybody knew it. Everybody loved her.

Cain would never be caught dead smiling at anyone if it wasn't Milan. And a year after his eighteenth birthday when Milan was caught in a rogue attack and "died", Cain became a beast.

If he didn't seem closed off before, Cain became entirely emotionless.

That was until my eighteenth birthday…. My eighteenth birthday happened to coincide with Milan's death anniversary, and it was also the day that I discovered Cain was my soulmate.

I was over the moon. Not just because the man I loved turned out to be my mate but also because I HAD A MATE. I the wolfless runt had a moon goddess-given mate?! So many of the Pack members had mocked me for never going to have a goddess-given mate because I had no wolf unlike the rest of my Pack members who had their wolves at the age of sixteen.

"You're… My mate?" I couldn't ever forget the anger that filled Cain's eyes that day.

I'd gotten so used to seeing his cold and utterly lifeless eyes that I couldn't help trembling.

He stalked forward at me, every step from him echoed the relentless pounding of my heart.

He latched both his hands on my arms, his eyebrows pulling together. "How is this possible? How can you be my mate?"

I shook my head not knowing what words to say. I was confused as to why he was so angry. I knew I was less than nothing compared to him but I'd never seen anyone so angry at the goddess's choice before.

His fingers dug into my arms and I whimpered in pain.

"I won't accept this," He gritted out. "You hear me, slave? I won't accept this union!"

He released me, walking away from me before turning right back. He was trembling as well and it appeared like he was struggling with something.

When I saw his eyes flash into a dark red color and back to their black ones, I understood that he was currently struggling with his wolf that obviously wanted to pounce and mark me.

He wounded his fingers through his black short hair as he snapped his black eyes back at me. "Why did you come into my room? Did you know we're mates? Is this your plan? To seduce me?"

I blinked, obviously startled at his words. Seduce? I was just discovering right here and now that he was my mate.

I shook my head. "N-No! I-I didn't k-know!" I compelled myself to speak, hating myself for stammering.

He gnashed his teeth, his strong jaw locking. "Don't lie to me!" He growled.

I shook my head again, my body trembling profusely as he stalked towards me again.

"I-I'm n-not," I admitted quickly.

His big rough hand was quick to catch my smaller neck. "Why else would you come here by this time? You came here to throw yourself at me… You want me to f**k you, slave?"

My face lost all color. I wanted to say I came here because I left something in his room earlier. I never expected he would be in his room now because he never was, but I couldn't speak because of his hand around my throat.

I could only shake my head.

"You're lying," He maneuvered my neck closer to his nose. "I can smell your arousal."

I couldn't help it. It was an uncontrollable reaction. My body was simply reacting to my mate's touch. His smell of sandalwood and smoke made my mouth water, and his rough hand around my neck made my p***y wet.

I was ashamed but I couldn't help it.

He craned down on me to smell my neck. "You smell like licorice," He proclaimed against my neck. "I f*****g hate sweets."

I didn't get a chance to even try to respond before he slammed his lips against mine. He was brutal about it. His hot lips claimed mine as if he was a man starved. I couldn't even begin to think of keeping up with him.

"Ngh," I could only moan against his lips. My amateurish attempt to keep up with him was thwarted when he lifted me with one arm.

I was small but not small enough to be lifted with an arm. Cain was honestly just that big.

"You wanna be my w***e?" His voice which had always been deep and hoarse now had an animalistic cadence.

I could only nod, my brain frazzled, my body only knowing it had to comply with whatever Cain Balor wanted.

He dropped me on the bed without care and his hand was quick to attack my panties, ripping it like it was an inconvenience.

Although my p***y was getting wetter and wetter by the moment my brain was afraid. This would be my first time and Cain was coming at me like a man possessed.

"C-Cain—" I wanted to tell him it was my first time.

"I'll f**k you like the w***e you are," He growled, cutting me off and slapping my thigh harshly.

He wasn't kidding. He did f**k me like a w***e. His c**k just slammed inside my p***y and no matter how wet I was I wasn't ready. I was so full all of a sudden.

My eyes grew teary as he continued the same process, emptying my p***y and then bottoming it out again.

My body told me it was pleasurable but my mind told me this wasn't what it wanted…. Not like this… Not like this!

If only I'd yelled those words out. I wondered if it would have made a difference. Not with Cain turning my face the other way as he f****d me.

My heart screamed as I immediately understood why. He didn't want to see the face of who he was screwing.

I had no idea I disgusted him that much, but this was the beginning of me getting the picture.

He screwed me like this. Continuously until he finally came inside me. I, of course inevitably came, tears running down my eyes.

If only they were tears of joy.

He didn't bother with me once he was done. The next words I heard were. "Get your ass up and clean this s**t up, once you're done, get the f**k out of my room."

And then he walked into the bathroom.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to scream at him… Ask him why he was treating me like this.

I was his mate! His goddess-given mate…. So why?!

This question would echo in my mind continuously for the upcoming two months I spent with Cain. People eventually realized he was my mate despite Cain's efforts to keep it undisclosed.

Over the past two months, it wasn't…. That bad. He was still as cold as ever but he didn't treat me as a slave… too much. He had begun calling me by my name and I was beginning to hope maybe just maybe he was beginning to accept me as his mate.

That was until the following month when Milan miraculously returned to the Pack. It turned out she was never dead but was just kidnapped.

My life was truly ruined from that day onwards. See, the Pack was happy to get Milan back and Cain oh Cain made me understand just how little I stood compared to the woman he truly loved.

I was humiliated more times than I could count. I was turned into Milan's maid. Milan said it was just "helping her out" and Cain, my mate, said I was just "helping her out".

No, the exact words he used were: "Weren't you a maid before? Milan needs help, she's skittish around other people because of what she's been through, but she's calm around you, if you're going to be Luna you have to learn to help Pack members when they're in need."

And so I became Milan's maid.

That wasn't honestly the worst that could happen, although at the time I did think it was the worst that could happen. No. The worst was Cain f*****g Milan in our— in his room.

I was made to clean up the room right after Milan left with everywhere smelling like s*x.

It dawned on me that Cain very well hated me… Maybe even more than he loved Milan.

And what was worse was that I still loved him. I loved him before the matebond and with the matebond, I loved him even more.

It tore me to pieces.

[Flashback end]

Now here I was in a police car about to go to prison. I couldn't begin to recount how my life became like this without Cain in the picture.

I swallowed as I looked down at my stomach, my hand clutching my flat stomach.

My eyes burned and tears threatened to drop down from my eyes.

"Oh g-goddess," I choked out.

I was going to prison while being pregnant with Cain's child.

I felt the urge to pull my hair. What do I make of all of this? What do I do with this baby? Was I going to prison while pregnant?