MATED THRICE, REJECTED TWICE

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LAURA'S POV.

I waited up in bed, my knees curled up to my chest as I stared up into the ceiling, lost into thoughts bothered by my problems and what I had done.

My wolf had cowered into me, curled up in a deep and dark corner of mine, she's shutting me out, she's not saying a thing even when she is the reason we are both in this mess.

I can't possibly blame her for everything, she was on heat and could not do anything about it but I'd rather had she shown a little bit of self control than any other thing possible, now I had been kept in a situation where I seemed to be nothing other than a slut sleeping with a guy who I had met merely days…

The door is pushed open and I close my eyes shut almost immediately, I can hear my heart as it hammers against my chest, and my whole body shakes with fear as I'm bothered about what to do and how to go about it.

"Can we simply cut to the chase love, I can hear your heart beat and I know for a fact you aren't asleep" his sly voice calls out, I feel goosebumps rise on my skin, and my whole senses get jumbled up as I hear his footsteps draw closer to me.

He leans in toward me, and curls a strand of my hair in his fingers before pulling it with force.

"let me go" I plead into his eyes while wincing in pain

"See, you weren't asleep after all" he answers, he slides his fingers across my face and holds my chin up with it.

He leans in for a kiss and I tilt my head blocking him off and whatever he had going on in his head at the moment.I feel my face sting from his slap before I get a hold of myself.

"You are pretty, I would not want to have your face bruised up before you learn to treat me with respect," he says in a displeased tone.

"And why are you still dressed in these rags? You look filthy in them" he says before moving away from me, he goes over to the closet, and hums low tones while flipping through the clothes.

"Here, this, wear this," he says as he flings a dress towards me, I do not answer and I see him gradually become rather antsy.

"I don't want your dresses, I don't want your food, I don't want anything you have to offer me" I answer him in low but fierce tones.

"You don't get to make the orders around here, you see how clearly you both have a lot in common. I'll say you make the perfect match, I will gauge those pretty eyes of yours out if you don't do as I say, now undress right here and now and put these on!" he commands with a fierce tone, with shaky hands I pick up the cloth to see it's a gown, a furred one made from net with every opening one could possibly imagine, it only had a closure in simple amounts that could cover my t**s and a little part of my p***y.

"It's not, I c-c-cant… i-i-i" I stutter, not finding the right words to say, I can see the look on his face, he's pissed already.

"you are one piece of work aren't you?" he asks as he storms towards me, he grips my hair with lots of force, drags me by them and throws me to the floor, he drags me toward the cloth and points his finger at it.

"Get undressed you filthy b***h!" he yells at me, he seems rather displeased about the current situation of things.

I feel my whole body sting from the pain of being dragged, tears slide down my cheeks on their own accord as I pick up the cloth from the floor, with shaky legs I stand before him as I turn towards the bathroom.

"You still don't get it don't you?" he asks and I stop in my tracks, I turn to face him and he has a sly smile on his face.

"a slave, a lowlife, nothing but filth that is what you are and nothing is changing that, I've f****d that cunt of yours, there's nothing special about you anymore, do you think your ever so loving mate of yours would want you anymore? You know I really don't see you in that light but you begged for more like a w***e, a dirty, filthy, nasty w***e and here you are acting all saint when I asked you to undress?" he asks, he lets out a heavy sarcastic laughter that makes me shake from fear.

"you must be a joke, get that bloody dress on put them on!" he yells once more and I tremble, I feel my feet give in as my knees fail causing me to fall to the floor, and tears roll down my cheeks the more and I feel my voice break out as it lets out cries.

"oh love, don't cry," he says, his voice sounding soothing as he approaches me, I Quiver from tears as he holds my face in his palms

"I don't want you crying now, I am not a monster. All I want is you to dress up for me and I'll let you be," he answers. I feel his hands glide beneath my dress once again, this time my body turns stiff as I feel his fingers shift through my panties.

"Get away from me" I yell, kicking him off, he pulls me by my hair….

"get back here b***h!" he yells at me, and I stand to my feet before launching at the door. I feel his hand on my leg as he pulls me, I fall, my whole.body baking a high collision with the floor.

He turns me over, flips my dress up with my face pinned on the ground, he grabs my neck from behind as I feel him slap his d**k against my ass…