A Price To Pay

Seraphina's POV 

I gasped in shock as he filled my mouth with his erection. I tried to pull away but the painful tug in my hair kept my in place. I gagged as the thrust became faster and faster, attacking my throat.

My eyes reddened and my nostrils flared. At this point, I was going to die of suffocation.

“Cry!” he snapped. “Let your parents hear what I’m doing to their precious daughter.”

I hissed internally. If only he knew. If only they cared about me like he believed, but I knew this wasn’t going to affect them. I wasn’t Kristen who was the actual precious daughter.

My mouth hurt. My entire face hurt. Thankfully, he pulled out of me and I immediately sucked in a lungful of air. Tears ran down my face freely. Before I could breath again, he dragged me up by the hair, throwing me on the bed unceremoniously.

I gasped as the air I just found was knocked out of me.

“Spread!”

My lips quivered. What?!

My eyes darted to the door and I bit the inside of my cheek. If I ran away, my father was going to hunt me down and kill me. if I stayed here… I glanced up at Lycan Fabian’s stormy gaze. I was going to die either way, no matter where I was.

Slowly, I opened my legs, closing my eyes as humiliation crawled over me. I felt him on me in another second.

His hot breath fanned my neck and excitement tingled over my body. There was a dull throb in between my thighs and confusion swirled inside me. I shouldn’t like this, I shouldn’t –

“No!” I cried as I felt his hands on my thighs. With one push, he pushed my legs wide apart. I tried to move away, begged and pleaded with every sound I knew, then a thunderous slap landed on my face.

My eyes flaw open and my hand immediately went to my face. He froze on top me. for a split second, he seemed shocked at his own actions but then it passed as though it wasn’t even there.

He growled angrily, baring his canines at me. using on hand to hold me in place, he pushed himself inside me with one sharp brutal thrust.

I screamed so loud my head rang for hours.

Pain exploded everywhere and I saw red in my vision. Without waiting for me to recover from the pain, he pounded into me.

My inner thighs burned and I kept my eyes close as he pounded me further, eliciting nothing but whimpers and whines.

I almost choked when he caught my face in his jaw, forcing my eyes open. “Look at me while I take you,” he growled. “Are you thinking your betrothed should have been in my place? Are you wishing it was him instead of me?”

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and one of them dropped into my eyes. I didn’t know how I managed it, but I kept my eyes open even as tears ran down both sides of my face.

“Your father did not give my mother the luxury of choosing who she wanted to be with as well,” he said softly. “Think about that. He didn’t give anyone in my family a choice when he took their lives.”

He pulled out and rammed back in and I whimpered in pain. “I’ve heard of you,” he continued.

“I heard you are the Alpha’s daughter and a slut who fucks everything,” he grinned. “You should like this.”

My eyes opened. Did he… was he thinking I was Kristen? Was that why he’d been calling me precious and –

“Why pretend you have never done this before?”

Because I haven’t, damn you! I wanted to scream, but I was already too tired. My body was tired and my tongue felt like lead in my mouth. Even the tears had stopped pouring.

But was Kristen really going around doing this? It was so painful and hurt so much. If it was always like this, then why did she constantly indulge in it? I definitely couldn’t ask her that question no, but anything to take my mind away from what this monster was doing to me.

I suddenly felt dizzy and there was a strange feeling inside me I couldn’t explain. It felt painfully sweet, like a rush of adrenaline and dopamine combined in one.

It filled my abdomen and then exploded.

Lycan Fabian pulled out just then, stepping away from me like I was a plague. When he glanced down at me, he frowned, his nostrils flaring.

“You –” his eyes narrowed. “You are a virgin.”

He said it as if it was an accusation and not evidence that I was not what he claimed me to be. His eyes snapped to my face and instead of it softening after realizing his mistake, it hardened even further.

“Changes nothing!” he spat.

I flinched, pulling my legs to my chest.

He walked to the door, ran a hand through his curls of black hair and muttered something under his breath before turning to face me with a murderous glare.

“Get dressed.” He snapped. “We’re leaving.”

I blinked at him. Didn’t we just arrive here? Where were we leaving to again?

“Where are we going?” I said, murmured when I heard how husky and rough my voice sounded. I felt lightheaded and weak and my head was beginning to spin.

“You will not question my decisions,” he sneered. “You mean absolutely nothing to me. when I make an order, you will simply accept it. Have I made myself clear?”

My lips quivered. I glanced down at my hands, wondering why I expected anything from him. No one ever treated me like I mattered, why should he?

“Do you understand!” he snapped.

I hadn’t even realized he was still waiting for my reply. I nodded slowly. “Yes, Lycan Fabian.”

One tear slided down my cheek and I immediately wiped it away with the back of my hand. I could already feel a headache coming on. Crying will only make it worse than it now.

“Get dressed!” he hissed. “We will leave together. I want your parents to see how pathetic you will be as my bride. I want to see the pride die in your father’s eyes as I snuff them out.”

I opened my mouth to tell him that no matter what he did to me my father wouldn’t care. I was not the daughter he thought I was. I was nothing to them but a burden they were happy to let go of.

But I thought better of it. Telling him I was my father’s bastard daughter wouldn’t change anything. Blood was blood. I was still his child nonetheless and why should he believe my words?

My legs buckled under me as I rose from the bed and I fell to the ground. The insides of my thighs were sore as hell and my body felt as if I had been hit by a train. Maybe getting hit by a train would have been better.

“Get it over with!” Lycan Fabian growled. “I don’t have time.”

I took the dress he had ripped off me and tugged it on, nit bothering to complain about it. As soon as I finished, he threw the door open and my eyes widened as I found my father standing there.