Words and promises

Several hours. After several hours in pure absolute terror and torture, I endured the whole night as Xerxes took me several times. He imposed his ownership not only on my body, but a part of my soul was dying the more he was degrading our mate bond. By the time he was done, the rain was just drizzling. The grey clouds had subsided and the moon was peeking through the darkness of mists.

To my comfort, no wolf of his came near that hidden cave, even when morning arrived. Xerxes flee somewhere and to hide my remaining dignity, I covered myself with the shattered pieces of the dress. Xerxes returned and to my surprise, he had a piece of cloth fisted as he threw it my way.

“Alpha, wolves are ready.” Just when I dressed into the shirt that looked oversized on me, Damien informed me as he stepped out of the bush. He was still wearing a pair of pants and bare feet. His eyes lowered and I realised it was because I was not wearing anything under the shirt. My cheeks flared with embarrassment.