THE ALPHA'S FORBIDDEN FRUIT

Chapter Two

JANE'S POV::

Cabot remained on top of me but this time, instead of his mouth on my neck, it was his hands.

I was too shocked to even be curious about who it was that came in.

Why was Cabot suddenly strangling me with all his might, as though he meant to kill me?

My throat hurt badly, my eyes got goggly, the air completely avoided me like a plaque.

"Just die already, you filthy thing. I should have been mated to Natalie. I feel gravely insulted to have been mated to you and I will kill you before anyone finds out about it," he barked.

After a failed attempt at snatching his hands off my neck, I began to tap at them in surrender and soon enough, he budged.

"How dare you try to seduce me, you piece of trash!", he spat at me before hurriedly lifting my bra back over my breasts when he noticed my breasts were still out in the open. Then, he got up to his feet.

"I, Cabot Ranae, reject you, Jane, as my fated mate".

My heart shattered in agony, the pain coursing through my entire being as Cabot's rejection pierced its way into my ears. All these years, I've been struck with a knife, a cutlass and even a dagger laced with silver, but none of these compared to the pain from his rejection.

I would have passed out from it if Cabot hadn't stomped his right foot on my stomach, causing clothed blood to fly out of my mouth.

I wheezed and coughed until my eyes started seeing stars.

"Accept my rejection", he commanded.

"I", I cough, "accept your rejection".

I felt even the tiniest movement of our mating bond snapping and even that wasn't without pain.

I think he felt it too, seeing as he fell to his knees.

"Master Cabot", Aida rushed to his aid and only then did I figure out that Aida had been the one who waltzed in minutes ago.

"Who are you?", Cabot sprang up.

"I'm Aida", she responded, bowing her head in submission.

"I don't care what your name is. What are you?" he asked slightly louder, growling through his teeth, anger evident in his voice.

"I'm a maid to Princess Natalie and your loyal subject", Aida responded fearfully.

"Where is Natalie?"

"She's most likely sound asleep by now, master."

"f**k! So what are you doing walking around in the dead of the night?"

"I came to check on my friend who earlier sustained some burns as a result of my carelessness, Master".

"Burns? You dare hurt my ma... f**k! What did you just make me do? I f*****g thought it was Natalie. Turn off your goddamn torch, b***h!".

Aida quickly complied.

"Mount the door and alert me if anyone's coming".

"Yes, master".

Cabot rushed to my side and gathered me in his arms.

"Jane. I apologize. I thought Natalie had walked in on us. f**k! That stupid wench just made me reject you... Even at that, I still want you, my wolf still wants you. See? I couldn't even hurt you earlier because he was fighting against me. He's currently whining over my rejection".

I remained numb in his arms, unable to respond, knowing that I had just come face to face with death. My mate almost killed me to save face.

Cabot slid his hands up my v****a and the numbness that enveloped seconds ago suddenly threw me out.

I yanked his hand off my private part.

"What's wrong? You liked it some minutes back".

He tried to do it again, and again, I yanked off his hands, then tightened my laps against each other in a childish protest.

He grabbed both my feet in each hand and spread my legs.

My legs were still scalded from when hot oil had poured on it earlier and my mate was too preoccupied with having s*x with me to notice he'd just caused me another round of physical pain.

I fought to shove his hands off, all the while stifling a resounding scream.

"I'm horny. I want you. I'll be quick," he said, and gave my breast an aggressive squeeze.

"I can't...", I managed to say in my distress.

I felt his touch instantly go cold against my lap. And after what seemed like an eternity, he sighed in defeat.

"I will control the urge right now, but I'll be back tomorrow. Good night," he said, pressing his lips hard against mine.

His exit led to Aida's entry and in no time, she set about doing her best to help me feel well. I didn't know I'd fallen asleep until I jumped up with a start from the sudden pain of a whip landing on my skin.

I stared directly into Mrs Hunter's eyes. She had a habit of waking me up with her specially designed whip, since I had a habit of sleeping in late.

But this time, it was different. I felt so unwell.

I rose from my mat and tried to outrun her from hitting me some more, but I was too weak to even walk fast.

I felt four more lashes break into my skin before I was able to make it to the door, only for her to call me back.

She cleared her throat as if that would make her voice more girly. Some men don't even have a voice as thick as hers.

"There is going to be a very important meeting here today. The Alpha King is visiting our pack", fear flashed through her eyes at the mention of his name.

"By all means, keep out of his sight," she continued, and I nodded in understanding.

My head throbbed, my body ached, and even the simplest movements felt like a struggle.

First, I was to join the other maids in the kitchen. That took a lot of time as there were over forty dishes to be cooked. The Alpha King had to be pleased. He was the number one citizen in all the packs combined. He was the almighty.

It was no longer news that, at the age of twenty, he had killed twenty ruling Alphas who dared challenge him. No one wanted the position of Alpha after that, no one had the nerve to share his title. That only succeeded in making him the only Alpha in the world. The next position in the hierarchy of werewolves was the Beta and that is as far as every pack had. Every Beta was his subject. The Alpha was a god! That Alpha was gracing our pack with his presence today to show he was at peace with us, yet, the air was tense, filled with visible chills and fear.

I could only wonder how it would be if he came to fight us.

I was exhausted from cooking all that food and only managed to drag myself up the stairs towards Natalie's room. As her personal maid, I was in charge of cleaning her room.

When the Luna of our pack found me next to my murdered mother, she instantly knew I was only a few days old.

My mother was murdered by Luna Mae herself, but I would walk through the eye of a needle before judging her for it.

I was taken in by Luna Mae and the moment I could walk, she presented me to her daughter, Natalie, as a personal maid.

Even though we were of the same age, it's safe to say I practically raised Natalie.

I used to bathe her, clean her up after she was done pooping, brush her teeth, spoonfeed her, and I was enrolled into school just so I could learn to read her bedtime stories. When she turned eighteen, her father finally granted her her wish to own a house and, of course, I moved in with her.

I was literally her nanny. One would think we would be close as a result, but we were a far cry from being close. The house had six rooms, yet I didn't sleep in any. I was, instead, given the bath to sleep.

I waltzed into Natalie's room and as soon as I stepped in, Cabot pulled me in yet again. He shoved his mouth into mine and began kissing me passionately and squeezing up my breasts as though he meant to break them off my skin. I wasn't even allowed the time to protest, nor did I have the audacity to.

He hastily stripped me of my worn-out gown, exposing my bare skin, my I-once-was-white bra and worn-out panties.

He could see my erect n*****s through my foamless bra, and he hungrily ran his tongue through his lips, beholding the sight before him.

My lips moved in protest yet released no sound.

He unzipped his trousers, snatched my hands and then handed me his c**k to stroke. I didn't.

He dug his hand into my panties and his face fell with disappointment.

"Why are you not wet?"

I felt anger surge through me. Apparently, Cabot just needed to f**k someone that was not Natalie.

"Please, do not nurse such thoughts towards me anymore. If you'd excuse me, master, I do have to get to work", I said, too angry to filter my talk.

He picked me up effortlessly and when I thought he'd drop me on the bed, he slammed me into a mirror instead, and I fell to the ground with a mighty thud.

I'd barely managed to get on my knees when Natalie's head protruded from the bathroom door. Her eyes went wide with shock, seeing me without my clothes, kneeling in front of Cabot's unzipped trousers,

Cabot grinned before turning his face away from me to speak to Natalie.

"Your stupid maid tried to seduce me. She undressed, fell to her knees and unzipped my trousers with the promise that I was going to like it. Put your minions in check," he said, then proceeded to walk away, leaving me to face Natalie's wrath over his cooked-up lies.

Natalie saw red. Enraged, she charged at me.

"How dare you?!!! You wretched wolfless werewolf, how dare you? How dare you!", she recited as she dished me heavy blows until I was too weak to remain on my knees, so I laid on the floor like a dead antelope.

"Get on my bed", I heard her say and, though slowly, I obediently obliged.

I watched as Natalie took her time strapping me to her bed. My hands and legs were tied and yet, the thought that nestled in my mind was how comfy and mild the bed was, I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep. I was utterly exhausted. All my life, I only slept on a mat, even when I was admitted to the hospital. I have never known what lying in a bed feels like.

I watched in fear as Natalie gathered all the broken pieces from the mirror, wondering what she needed them for.

And when she had gathered enough, she pounced on me. She pricked the sole of my feet with her claws and shoved the glasses through, one at a time, forcing them in until they protruded from the surface of my foot, where I was yet to heal from the burns I previously sustained. The glasses poked through the scalds, bursting them open as the water from them got lost in the blood that intently gushed out of my legs.

I jerked up towards the ceiling, restrained by the chains in my hands and legs. I was screaming out my lungs from the excruciating pain that reverberated through my nervous system. My head turned red, all the veins in them standing erect.

Natalie didn't stop no matter how much I begged her, she didn't stop even when I started bleeding from my mouth after a failed attempt to bite my tongue off. She didn't stop even at the moment when I could feel life seeping out of me. She didn't stop even when six-year-old Sheldon ditched his wheelchair and crawled up the stairs to beg her to.

Even though she had always been cruel, I never expected that she would take it this far.

By the time she stuck the last piece in, I'd lost my voice from my prolonged screaming.