Chapter 13
1315 Words
***TriggerWarning!!!!!
This chapter included emotional and s****l coercion. Do not read it if you are not comfortable with this subject***
What is going on here? And why is she naked?!
I’m already jittery from what just went down between Blake and me. But now, I’m shocked and confused.
“Blake, untie me...please,” I whimpered, trying to pull my wrist out of their bounds.
“What’s she doing here?” I whisper, looking from one to the other a few times, still pulling at the restraint holding me to the chair.
They both have this cold, satisfied smile on their face.
“Blake?” I question again, looking at him with pleading eyes, a huge lump forming in my throat.
“Oh, Baby, should you tell her, or should I?” Amira says with such a condescending look in her eyes.
‘Baby? Why is she calling him like that? And what does she mean? Tell me what?
I get no response from Sacha, but I feel the hurt in her heart. It’s the same as mine.
Amira slowly makes her way to stand next to Blake, swaying her hips from side to side. Placing one hand on his shoulder, the other across his chest.
He turns his head to look at her. Bending slowly, he grabs her face with the same hands that were caressing me earlier, laying on a wet sloppy kiss on her lips.
My heart clenches so tightly at the sight. His eyes open, keeping them fixed on mine while his tongue is still down her throat, moaning and groaning together with her.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask, my voice quivering.
Stopping his lip-locking, he smirks at me.
“Because I can.”
“But...But we're mates. W-were not supposed to be with anyone else. We were made for one another.” I whisper, tears staining my cheeks.
A low, sarcastic laugh resounds in the room.
“Do you honestly think that even though I knew we were mates, that I would wait? That I wouldn’t have someone else? Yeah, I waited for you to be old enough to take, but that’s it. You were only a toy to play with all these years.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes as if all those years meant nothing to him.
“What?!” I gasp in disbelief.
“And you were so naive to believe every single sweet word I would tell you. Do you know how much fun it was, to watch you grovel at my feet as if I were a god?”
“Stop…” I whine, trying to control my ragged breathing. shaking my head from side to side.
‘This isn’t real. This can’t be real!’
Freezing from a sudden touch on my chin, Amira has bent down to be at my eyes level.
Lifting her other hand to my cheek, her smirk curls into a devilish smile.
“Oh, poor baby girl. Do you seriously think Blake would stay with such a young, immature, and inexperienced little she-wolf?” She says, stroking my cheek with her thumb.
“You are, and never will be woman enough for him. Thankfully, I have been there to satisfy his needs.”
Jerking my head away from her touch, my eyes widened.
“What?!”
‘He’s been with her all these years?!’
My heart pounds even harder against my chest at this revelation.
“Awww, look Blake. Poor baby girl over here thought you’d wait for your mate. Isn’t that sweet?” She says, patting my cheek a few times harshly.
I can hear him chuckling from behind her.
“It can’t be real! You’re lying!” I sobbed, looking up at him through my tears.
“Am I?” She asks sweetly, my eyes turning back to her.
This has to be a bad joke. I’m imagining all of this. I’ll wake up from this nightmare any second now and everything's going to be okay.
In my denial, I don’t notice Blake and Amira settling themself on the bed. But their moaning brings me back to my harsh reality.
My mate is having s*x with another she-wolf. And he has no shame in doing it in front of me.
My heart feels like it's being crushed from the inside.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“Shut up!” He cursed, keeping up his pounding into her.
I’m his mate… Why would he do this to his mate?!
“Oh baby, yes… Just like that!” Amira moaned from beneath him.
I want to throw up. I want to rip them apart. But I can't move.
What should I do? I don't want to watch them anymore. It's killing me.
Death would have been much nicer than him torturing me like this.
Why?
It takes them about twenty minutes to finish up. And by the time they are done, I am numb.
I can feel him moving around the room.
Suddenly, my bounds are untied and my wrists are free. After being tied for so long, my arms just fall on each of my sides.
Is he done? Is it over?
“I, Blake Peterson, reject you, Lana Peirce, as my mate from now on and forever. I will never have anything to do with you, and you will never speak about what happened tonight. Do I make myself clear?” He commanded.
Unable to answer him, I simply nodded.
“I need a firm answer!” He bellowed, grabbing me by the shoulders fiercely.
I hissed in pain, but with a few breaths, I managed to answer him.
“I, Lana Peirce, accept your rejection.” I whimpered.
“And?”
“And I won’t tell anyone…”
How could I? I’m now a tainted, dirty, used she-wolf.
“Get your stuff and get out.” He ordered with such coldness.
Is he really the same Blake I thought I knew?
Stumbling off the chair, I get dressed as fast as I can.
I hate this dress…
Turning around after I’m done, I’m met with both Blake and Amira’s cold gaze.
“What are you staring at? Leave. NOW!”
You don’t have to tell me twice.
I rush past them and leave the room.
I feel disgusting. I need to take a shower. Like, right now.
Rushing to get out of here and back to my own room, I bump into someone.
“Sorry,” I mutter.
“Lana? Are you okay?” I hear someone ask.
Glancing up, I see Wesley looking at me with concern.
For a second, I want to say no, and why, but I stop myself short.
you will never speak about what happened tonight… Blake’s threat flashes across my mind and I try my best not to show how vulnerable I feel.
Holding myself tightly, not able to look him in the eyes, I answer
“I-I’m fine. Just tired. I’m heading to bed.”
"Are you sure? You don’t look fine. And you smell…”
Does he know? Can he smell what happened to me?
Fearing that he might, I rush off.
“Sorry Wesley, but I need to go.”
I don’t wait for him to answer or reply, I hurry out from this party and straight to my room. Closing the door behind me, I press my back against it and slide down until I‘m sitting on the floor.
Happy birthday to me...
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