Married Off To The Savage Primordial Beast

I WILL TASTE YOU TOO

Elise'S POV

I felt an intense ache between my thighs as I woke, a vivid reminder of everything that had happened the previous night, his large arm resting heavily across my stomach.

My heart pounded rapidly as I quickly covered my mouth, afraid that any sound might wake him. Memories from last night flooded my mind, clear and undeniable. I had carried out my risky plan. I had slept with a stranger.

I tilted my head back and looked at the man lying beside me. He was remarkably attractive even in sleep.

I made a deliberate effort to memorize every detail of his face carefully because there was no chance we would ever meet again, as I would soon become the Lycan king’s concubine. If, by chance, I were given another life, I would wish to meet him again. From a distance, he appeared dangerous, yet in bed he was incredible, gentle, his body calm against mine.

After staring long enough, I carefully lifted his arm off my stomach, holding my breath as much as possible, and slipped out of the bed. I felt relieved when I stood up without waking him.

I located my clothes, all scattered across the floor. I quickly bent down to gather them one after another, startled when I remembered how he had ripped my underwear apart in the intensity of last night's s*x.

I quickly put on my dress, picked up my shoes, and tiptoed barefoot toward the door, trying to remain silent.

As I reached for the doorknob, my heart thudding hard in my chest, my fingers trembled against the cold surface. Slowly and cautiously, I turned it. The door creaked open as I cast one final glance at the stranger sleeping peacefully on the bed. Then I slipped out, closing the door quietly behind me.

“f**k!” I muttered when my phone suddenly vibrated in my bag, startling me. My hands trembled as I reached into my bag and hurried toward the elevator, pressing the button repeatedly while glancing anxiously toward the room I had just left. Relief washed over me when the elevator doors opened. I stepped in quickly and answered the call.

“Where exactly are you, Elise?!” Olivers’s voice snapped through the line, her tone tight with worry. She had been with me at the bar the previous night, but I had acted on my plan as soon as she left.

“Oliver, I'm good,” I said quietly, trying to avoid her question.

“That’s not what I asked! Do you realize how worried I am? Your father came to our house looking for you!” she said, panic rising in her voice.

“I’m heading home now,” I replied clearly. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her the truth. Not yet.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Elise?” she asked again.

“Oliver, Everything’s fine. I’ll see you tonight. Bye.” I ended the call before she could say anything else. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the hotel, trying to shake off the weight pressing on my chest.

******””

“Where exactly did you go to?” Rhea asked the moment I entered the house. I could see the fear written all over her face. “Were you planning to run away from the engagement?”

For a brief moment, I took satisfaction in the sight of her pale expression.

The entire family was gathered in the living room—Alpha Pascal, his wife Aria, and their daughter Rhea. And then there was Roland, his eyes fixed on me, unreadable.

I saw how relieved they became when they saw me. Perhaps they thought I had fled. If only I could have. But not yet. Not until my wolf ceremony.

“Rhea, why don’t you give her one of your fine dresses?” Aria said in a calm yet sarcastic tone. “It would be disgraceful if she meets the Lycan King in those rags she’s wearing.”

“Exactly Mother,” Rhea replied, her voice laced with sarcasm.

“You must be ready by seven,” Pascal said firmly. “After your ceremony, someone from the palace will come to take you.”

“Yes, sir,” I said quietly. I wanted to scream, to refuse, to tell them I wasn’t something to be traded, but what would that change? At least after tonight, I would finally leave this place, away from this family, and away from Roland. Everyone began leaving the room one after another, except him. I turned away, refusing to meet his eyes. After what I saw yesterday, there was nothing left to say. He had made his choice, and so had I.

I was heading toward my room to prepare for the cruel future awaiting me when his hand grabbed my arm, pulling me back. “Where did you go last night, Elise? Do you have any idea how worried I was?” His grip tightened.

“Now you’re worried?” I scoffed. “Interesting. You didn’t seem concerned when you agreed to let me marry a monster in your sister’s place.”

“That’s not the same thing,” he said through clenched teeth.

I laughed bitterly. “Right. Keep convincing yourself that.” I tried to walk away, but he pulled me back again.

“I’m not finished talking to you!”

“What exactly do you want, Roland ?” I snapped, my patience wearing thin. I was done pretending he cared. If he did, I wouldn’t be standing here like this.

He didn’t respond, but I saw something flicker in his eyes—guilt, maybe even envy.

“What do you want to know?” I repeated. “Will you leave me alone if I tell you? Fine. I slept with a stranger last night. Some man I met at the bar.” The words felt very heavy, but I forced them out.

I saw his face twist in disbelief before hardening into disgust. “Elise, you did what?!”

“You heard me,” I said coldly. “I gave myself to a stranger. What does it matter to you?”

Before I could react, his hand struck my face sharply. The pain burned through me, hot and fierce, and I tasted blood in my mouth.

“I kept my distance to protect your purity, and this is what you do?” he shouted, his voice breaking with anger. “I never thought you’d be this cheap. You slut!!”

A laugh slipped from my lips. “You’re the hypocrite here, Roland. What’s the difference? You’re fine with me being given to a stranger through marriage, but when I choose for myself, suddenly it’s wrong?”

He gave a cruel smile. “So that’s what you want—to behave like a slut before your wedding?”

A cold shiver ran through me. This wasn’t the Roland I once knew. His face, once familiar, now reflected his father’s cruelty. It frightened me how much of Roland I saw in him at that moment.

He grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against the wall. “I won’t let you leave this house until I’ve had a taste of you,” he said with a dark grin.

Fear shot through me. In that instant, my body froze. Just before his lips could reach mine, I drove my knee hard into his groin.

“s**t!” he cried out, bending forward in pain. “You b***h!”

I tried to run, but he grabbed my hair, yanking me back. His fingers closed around my throat, squeezing it until I could barely breathe.

“You really think you can get away from me?” he said, smiling wickedly. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re satisfied before you meet that bastard king.”

“Go ahead,” I managed to gasp. “But if you touch me, you’ll be saying goodbye to your sister.”

“What did you just say?” His grip loosened, confusion cutting through his anger.

I took a shaky breath. “If you do this, I’ll end my life. Then you’ll have no choice but to send your precious sister to the Lycan king.”

“There’s no wolfsbane or silver here. That’s just an empty threat,” he hissed.

“Have you forgotten I don’t have my wolf yet?” I said quietly. “Anything around me is enough to end my life. Are you really willing to risk your sister’s life for this? I have nothing left to lose, Roland.”

His eyes darkened, then gradually softened. My words hit him. Slowly, his hand dropped from my throat. I coughed hard, gasping for air.

“You’re not leaving this house until your wolf ceremony,” he said coldly before dragging me to my room. I heard the lock click from outside as soon as he left.

My hands trembled as I touched my neck, still aching. “I can’t wait to leave this place,” I whispered to myself, staring at the closed door as though freedom waited beyond it.