His cruel rage

Warning: this chapter depicts non consensual scene of sexual acts . .

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The Alpha King’s merciless thrust hit past her cervix, the pain excruciating, leaving her in shambles.

Celeste couldn’t breathe in his hold. No matter how she struggled to be free from him, he didn't budge as her chest was flattened against the wood.

His hand reached for her dress, pulling it down to her cleavage until her breasts peeked out. His fingers pinched her nipples, earning a cry from her. The pain caused a spark in his gaze, and his length hardened.

“It hurts... please Syzar—agh!” She screamed from another merciless thrust, the table shaking under them. Barely a foot away sat her brother, who watched wide-eyed and struggled to be free.

“You would think he was so worried for you with the way he's thrashing around to get free, but this fucker has a hard-on right now,” he says causing a rusted churn to her stomach.

No that can’t be true, her brother didn’t see her that way! Her brother only cared about her.

“That’s bastard is lucking and watching his sister get fucked by me,” Syzar’s voice loomed with something dangerous.

She had opened her eyes that were squeezed so hard from taking Syzar’s monstrous length , her eyes meeting that of Derek’s.

Celeste only felt a sick twist in her stomach, knowing they had an audience—one that was her brother.

His wicked eyes and disgusting hard-on, the cum that soaked his pants while he watched her.

Shock runs through her vein and utter disgust of how dark his eyes were in her.

Like He was ready to force himself on her, too, ready to own her no matter the cost to their relationship. And then it hit Celeste that he was in on it all along with her father.

“It must be a fucking regret, isn’t it, Derek, that I got to taste her virgin cunt?” The alphas deep voice rumbles in her ear as the pain and his length wriggled past her virgin walls.

He pushed his monstrous cock in—a length more than an average male, one that was tearing Celeste’s mind apart.

But the Alpha was feral in his conquest, his domination over her, as Celeste couldn’t do anything else but take it.

Her hand clawed at his face to stop him, but he didn’t look dazed from the pain. He felt nothing.

“That scratch would do nothing. It's nothing compared to the anguish and torture the Cross Vale pack did to me, Fallen Star,” he called with another thrust that had her body arching forward.

“I remember your uncle and your bastard brother, Derek, who violated my innocent sister while your father laughed and I was forced to watched.

Her screams still haunt me to this very day, as does their laughter,” he called, and shock spread through Celeste’s body.

She had no recollection of the incident, because she was never present for it.

“…I thought they would spare them after I was forced to take all those women and engage in sexual intercourse in front of everyone as their fucking entertainment. Including you,” he called with another thrust.

How could she forget the pain in his eyes? Every spent night for Syzar in the Crossvale pack was torture and beating inflicted on his body while his sister and mother were forced to watch.

He was the main entertainment while multiple wolves cheered at his humiliation, and Celeste had a front-row seat, too.

And every night she had cried herself to sleep. Every plea from her to her father to stop was left unanswered, and it would have been worse if their relationship as lovers had been found out.

Her father was merciless in his punishment. If Syzar would so much as glance at her, Derek would make sure he was punished,

as no male gazed upon the Ayvoc; the packs sacred and rare omega princess, she was always adorned in a expensive silks and her face veiled in red to cover her beauty from the gaze of men.

She had to act indifferent to his torture every single day that it happened, had to act like it was killing her on the inside to watch him suffer while she cried behind her veils.

But this male now was a ruthless man. His cruelty was born from her sin, and now he would make sure she felt the same pain inflicted.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” she pleaded with each wicked thrust from the ruthless Alpha, as she reached for him, hoping he would stop his brutal pace.

His breath heavies as he slams deeply into her, “close that bastard eyes, her orgasm is something I’d never let a bastard like you see” he calls to his betas who hold on to Derek as he struggles.

Her body began to spasm from a brutal hit of his cock to her burning core, one that had her body squirming as her nails claw at the table.

“What is this feeling? Stop... please...” she begged just as a painful burst erupted in her, her skin flushing as her body doubled over from the pleasure and pain.

But the Alpha hadn’t stopped, as his orgasm hadn’t settled, and Celeste was left still mortified and spaced out from her first time.

She felt the rough push on her hips as she was turned sideways, her brush now mushed against the table, her vision blurred.

Her waist was pulled up and over the end of the table just as she felt the heavy push of his member into her hole once more.

He slammed his cock into her pussy, his hands a painful ring around her wrists as her hands were pulled behind her back, her thoughts mushy to the point where she could only take his length.

Syzar roared just as she felt the hard twitch of his cock in her insides, his orgasm doubling, with a spurt of cum over her just as tears spilled from her eyes, causing dry streaks to form as her eyes became drowsy.

“I hate you...” she cried just as he pulled his cock out, just as he grabbed her chin painfully.

“You will do just more than that,” he declared. Her body felt lax against the table just as the Alpha took her into his arms. There was a deep look in his eyes before he turned to Derek, who was still thrashing.

“I'll kill you! I will kill you!!” Derek's voice echoed with a Struggled roar.

“Take the bastard to the dungeon and wait for me. Make sure you keep him... well acquainted,” he called as they dispersed,

leaving the Alpha with Celeste’s unconscious frame, his eyes a crimson haze as he pulled her damp gold hair, stuck to her face, aside.

His eyes raked over her flushed skin, her pale skin and rose-tinted cheeks dusted with freckles, down to her button nose, and the pink hue outlining lips now bitten harshly from the pain of her first time.

He recalled the first time he’d seen her over the red veils she wore as Ayvoc; their first kiss, first blood bond, the first betrayal as she broke him when she rejected and abandoned him for dead after planning with Derek.

She played him like a fool, used him up like fucking dirt to be spat out. And now, only what remained was a black shadow of his heart.

“You made me this way...” he growled as he took a deep, greedy inhale of her scent. Then he took her down the hall, eyes devoid of emotion as he dropped her in a small room.

“It's only the beginning, pet. You will serve me well.”

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