HIS MATE HIS OBSESSION

CHAPTER2

I checked my phone—tons of missed calls from my dad. I didn’t care. I had deliberately switched it off last night.

My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my fingertips as I hurried down the street, clutching my heels like they were a lifeline.

The world around me blurred—passing cars, neon lights, the distant hum of city life—everything felt distant, unreal, like I was trapped in a nightmare I couldn’t wake from.

I’d done something reckless. Stupid. Unforgivable.

Flashes of last night played on repeat in my mind.

The dim glow of the bar. His stormy gray eyes pinning me in place. His voice, low and rough, curling around my spine like smoke.

The way his hands had felt—strong, commanding—as they traced fire over my skin.

My stomach churned.

I’d given myself to a stranger,not really a stranger Damian's uncle,the ruthless and cold-hearted Alpha.

The man who shedding blood meant nothing to him.

I wanted to cry. Mostly, I wanted to scrub the memory away until it was nothing but a blur of bad decisions I could forget.

But somehow deep down I don't regret.

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By the time I stumbled into my tiny apartment, my body trembled with exhaustion.

I slammed the door shut and slid down against it, pressing my back to the cool wood as sobs tore out of me.

Hot tears spilled down my cheeks, burning trails into my skin.

My wolf whimpered in the back of my mind, restless and pained, but even she couldn’t soothe me.

The mate bond was a cruel thing—every ounce of humiliation from last night’s engagement still burned inside me like poison.

I curled my arms around myself, rocking slightly as I cried silently in the dim light of my entryway.

My mate had rejected me.

He’d chosen my stepsister.

And I’d… I’d thrown myself to his uncle without considering how my wolf will feel.

I stayed like that for what felt like hours, drowning in shame and heartbreak, until exhaustion pulled me into a restless sleep.

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When I woke up late the next morning, sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, but it did nothing to warm me. My head throbbed, and my stomach ached from drinking too much.

I dragged myself to the shower, letting the hot water scald my skin, trying to wash away the memories.

But they clung to me like a second skin.

His scent—cedar and smoke.

His voice, deep and commanding.

The way he’d made me feel for a single moment like I wasn’t broken.

His gentle touch on my skin,I recalled him rising above me …sliding inside and repeatedly stroking me.

The way his long tongue wag on my c**t and he sucked me dry like his life depended on it.

Somehow something inside me stir at the thought, even though I had completely given myself to him, giving him my virginity somehow mia my wolf didn't felt bad about it.

She is such a w***e.

I gently closes my eyes. No. I can’t think about him. I can’t.

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That evening, I sat at my kitchen table, staring at a stack of unpaid bills. My mother’s hospital fees were piling higher than I could manage.

My chest tightened as I thought of her pale face, the way she always smiled at me even when she was in pain.

I would do anything for her,I thought about Damian's offer,it was juicy but I can't become his mistress not to him or anyone.

“Who is it?” I called, my voice shaky.

“Open up,” came a voice I recognized instantly.

Damian.

I opened the door a crack, and there he was. The man fate had tied me to, yet who had publicly humiliated me and casted me aside like a plague.

“Get out,” I said sharply, trying to slam the door.

But his hand shot out, holding it open effortlessly. “Is that any way to greet your mate?” he said with a smirk.

“You’re not my mate,” I spat. “You rejected me.

And I Hart Lawrence accept your rejection,I muttered,my voice cracky as tears stream down my cheeks.

His smile widened, cruel and mocking. But that doesn’t mean you’re not mine. You’ll always be mine, no matter who I put a ring on.”

My wolf growled low in my chest, but his smugness only deepened.

He stepped inside, forcing me to retreat as his scent—rich and familiar—wrapped around me, suffocating me.

“I came here to offer you a solution,” he said smoothly. “Your mother’s medical bills, they’re… what’s the word? Crushing? I can take care of that. All of it.”

Just stop being stubborn and accept the damn offer.

How did I fall in love with this scumbag,how??

My stomach twisted. “What do you want in return?” I whispered fearfully.

His eyes darkened with hunger. “You, sweetheart.

You know already, Hatty I said it just now, and for a moment I saw something like care flicker in his face but it didn't stay long.

Be my mistress, and I’ll make sure you and your precious mother are well taken care of.”

The words hit me like a slap.

“You’re disgusting,” I hissed.

He laughed softly, the sound like ice. “Call me what you want, but you’ll realize soon enough… you don’t have a choice. No one else is going to help you.”

My fists trembled. “I’d rather die.”

I won't be your mistress,to your or anyone I stated clearly.

“Careful,” he said sharply, stepping closer. “You might regret saying that.”

You smell different, Hart,” he growled, nostrils flaring as he stepped closer.

“Have you been with another man? Is that how badly you want it? Is that how hurt you are? I thought you were keeping yourself for me.” His gaze was molten, dangerous.

I stiffened, refusing to flinch.

What I do isn’t your concern.”

His lips curled into a snarl. “You’re such a cheap w***e, Hart. Just be my mistress.”

You're mine and you know it.

“Your mistress?” I spat. “Is that what you think of me?”

Who the hell did you f**k,Hart?his growl was dangerous

He leaned in, breath hot against my neck.

I will find out.

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The next morning, I sat at my table, scrolling through job listings, I've applied for weeks ago, some even months,I needed this money so bad and I needed a job.

Damian had asked me not to work,since I was still in my final year in college, he'd take care of my bills,he assured me, even though it didn't felt right to me,I still had to what he wanted.

As I kept scrolling through my phone, checking my mails if maybe any organisation had consider me.

I saw one post that caught my attention.

A secretary assistant position at one of the city’s most powerful corporations.

The salary was astronomical. Enough to cover some of my mother’s medical bills.

Enough to start something.

Without thinking twice, I applied.

Two days later, I got the maill.

“come for interview,”

07/22

I nearly cried with relief.

Finally, a break.

Finally, something was going right.

But I had no idea how wrong it was about to go.