Mated To The Cruel Alpha

I Hate You

*Memory *

I Was six years old when I first met Noah. He had shaggy brown hair with the brightest green eyes I've ever seen and chubby cheeks he was wearing a baby blue golf shirt and shorts his shirt was dirty and his knees were scraped. I hide behind Mrs Clinton when his parents called him.

"Noah, come here there is someone we'd like you to meet," Mrs Clinton said calling out to her son.

Noah came running as fast as his little legs could carry him Mr and Mrs Clinton already explained to me that Noah was a year older than me.

"yes Mummy," he said going to his father first to hug him I tried to hide deeper behind Mrs Clinton.

He stopped by his mother when he saw me peeping and a little frown crossed his boyish features.

"Noah this is your new little sister Mia," Mrs Clinton said moving so Noah could see me shy I looked down and started playing with my shirt as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"Hi I'm Noah your new big brother," he said smiling so happily.

"I'm Mia," I said softly.

"Do you want to play outside" I shook my head.

"My mom said that I'm not allowed to play outside when she is not home" Noah looked at me confused.

"where is your mommy now," he asked curiously.

" She is taking a long nap Mrs Clinton said I'll see her when she wakes up but for now I have to stay here with you" Noah smiled.

"Mommy she is pretty can she stay" Mrs Clinton smiled and nodded.

" Cool now Sam will be jealous of my baby sister," he said excitedly, he turned to me.

"We can play in the backyard that way your mommy won't get angry when she wakes up " I smiled and ran behind him to the backyard.

*Memory ends*

you see that I thought that Noah was going to be the big brother that I never got to have but I was wrong, it felt like I had finally found a home after losing my mother but how wrong was I sometimes gut feelings are wrong and you have to rely on yourself to survive.

If you learn to love and hate, then choose to whom each of these two emotions will be directed.

*ACTOR BY AYELLE, NAKALA*

“ I hate you Liam Prince I’ll never be yours I’ll never be your mate, I Mia Waxx reject you, Liam Prince, as my mate” I’m angry no not angry furious with myself how can I do that easily give in to him. Ohh I know why I did it because I know deep down I’m falling for him. He glares at me before launching himself at me I start screaming and squirming but he crashes me with his weight his mouth hovers over mine he smells like a mixture of me and him and I want to throw up.

“I Liam Prince Alpha of dark moon pack decline your rejection, You don’t have to say you love me Mia no one ever means it anyway just let me love you and you can pretend that you love me too, I don’t mind.” He said in a broken voice I know his acting I know he doesn’t mean his Liam Prince. I hiss and spit at him he grunts, makes a crude point of licking the spit from his face he lowers his mouth onto mine. His kisses are possessive am dim powerless against them I melt into them he kisses me of a promise a promise to take, possess and love this only serves to madden and conflict me further my body shouldn’t respond so easily it should recognize that this is wrong and side with my mind but it doesn’t. His lips suck on mine. His tongue dances with mine I can feel his erection pressed against my p***y he rubs his hardness between the lips of my p***y and I gasp out in pleasure, acting out against the furious storm brewing in my head surging through his kisses are like the bliss of heroin surging through your veins after a hit. I know this is wrong that it will kill me if it already hasn’t and I am craving more of this of him against all rational thinking and reasoning I breathe and he deepens the kiss that tastes like me before pulling away. I open my eyes only to be greeted by his wild hungry ones.

“ Every time you kiss someone else, you’ll be thinking of me” he's right but I have no desire to kiss anyone but his I have no desire to belong to anyone but him, his tone is fierce and protective. A shiver runs through me but I meet his stare with defiance.

“Don’t get your hopes up, you're trying too hard to be in charge…keep practising you’ll get there eventually” The scow on his face is immediate and I realize my words hit a nerve well. A realization begins to course through me. He does care about me his every bit of a possessive bustard he claims to be. He is on top of me in a second I freeze when I see the anger in his yellow eyes wait what yellow his eyes are a beautiful steal grey. This is his wolf fighting to take control this isn’t Liam. His hand slides up over my breast, along my throat, to where he firmly clutches my jaw and drags my gaze back to him his yellow eyes narrow at me and his pupils dilate.

“Don’t tempt me princess don’t force my hand I’ll f**k you so hard that my name will sound like a prayer on your lips and when I’m done I’ll be the only thing you can think about every time you touch that sweet little pussy.” With a flick of his tough, he licks his lips and growls. So smug, so sure. He lowers his mouth to my collarbone and softly starts to kiss it his tough darts over my raised n****e and it hardens with contact. He gives it a little bite. My heart rate is thumping along and I know it's from yearning. His mouth trails down to my stomach and I gasp when he gives my cult a lick my breathing becomes laboured and my fingers curve to sink into his hair.

*Colors by Elvis Drew *

"Get in all fours," my instincts tell me to obey but I want to rattle and tremble the very foundation of him.

"I said get on your hands and knees" I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, I want to do anything but what he demanded of me. he rolls off me and opens the drawer beside him and takes out something. I'm scared to do as I'm told and stare at the head bored. I hear something being ripped apart behind I look over my shoulder. I'm horrified to see him holding a rapper I'm already scrambling away from him. I'm tired of fighting my emotions I'm tired of pretending to hate him I want him. his hands are gently roaming my body and I don't try to fight him I'm done fighting my love for Liam. his hands slide past my public bone and connect with my sensitive cult. I bucked against him. I whimper as he increases the pressure between my legs drawing me closer with every movement.

I'm falling for him if I haven't already I want him I want this I need this I want him... all of him.

"Do you want me inside of you? Do you want me to make you c*m all over me as I stretch you " I could say no let him think I hate him but his dirty talk only makes me crazy for him? embarrassing mewl crooks over me. A tip of his erection pokes at my opening and I squirm.

"please Liam, please take me" I plead and it doesn't seem to work.

" I'll be yours I'll be good " I beg.

"I want your eyes on mine when I take you. hear me, Princess " his eyes are a darker shade of grey it sizes my mouth for a moment and his kisses are ravenous for one split second he kisses me like a man kissing me the love of his. His tongue ventures into my mouth. he growls a sound so raw and primal it's all si consuming my eyes fly to his and they flicker with hunger and excitement I don't miss the adoring way he looks at me. And that is my downfall that is the moment my heart sizes I'm in love I love this horrible terrifying angry man. He grabs his d**k and holds it steady. our eyes are glued together as he presses inside me a sharp pain rips over making me scream out in pain.

"Shuu it's going to be okay you'll be fine " without warning he slams fully into me white-hot pain explodes from within me and I scream his mouth covers mine too quiet but I'm slowly losing my mind, he is too big. It feels likes I'm going to split open but he doesn't stop though and he ploughs into me over and over again. it feels like he's using something sharp instead of his d**k.

"Open your eyes, Mia," he says and continues to relentlessly pound into me his fingers are now massaging my cult, I'm gasping as he massages it he isn't gentle he roughly dove into me at first but now it's dulling his rough and frantic moments bringing me to a blissful stinging sensation as another orgasm delightfully eases me I'm in bliss the only thing that exists it's him like he said I'm his. but what he notices is that he is also mine a sob escapes me as kisses me still inside of me we're one his mine I'm his and I'd die before anyone takes me away from him.