Chapter Two

SERGIUS

I woke up chained to a bed. Again. I violently rattled at the chains and a shaking servant went out to call the healer. The healer unshackled me and I didn’t bother asking why or how. The last two times I had woken up bewildered and they had to explain to me.

“This will heal in two hours,” The healer nodded to the bandages. “You are a strong Alpha.”

This time I just stood up took the painkillers for the blinding headache and dull ache in my bandaged fingers and went out.

I also didn’t bother asking why my hands were wrapped thick with bandages; I knew that I must have beat someone or something out of rage and I didn’t want to relive it. I didn’t even want to live. Right now, I badly wanted to be a coward, drink my sorrows away and forget about my impending doom.

When I looked out the windows, it was pitch black. I have been knocked out for an entire day, leaving my kingdom without a ruler for a full day. Something that has never occurred since I was coronated.  I decided I was going to be a coward.

I slammed the car doors close. The driver jumped and looked back at me in fright.

“Where, Your Honor?”

“If you wanted to be drunk and lose yourself in the one place you are sure that nobody will find you, where will it be?”

He took me past the glittering skyscrapers of the inner city to the seedy streets of the ghetto slums. We stopped in front of a crumbling bar.

“You’re sure nobody will recognize me here?” I asked him.

“Nobody in this part of the slums can afford a phone or television your Honor. Nobody knows what you look like.”

It was perfect. He nodded at my clothes. “But seeing those robes they can tell that you are part of the upper echelon.”

I took of my diamond studded robes and exchanged it for his dusty coat.

The only reason I was here was because I did not want a paparazzi chasing me and people questioning my leadership.

Once I sat down at a table, I called for a waiter. The waitress who walked up to me was small, probably in her early twenties, her long dark hair was pulled in a messy ponytail. Once my eyes ran over her innocent eyes and plump lips, I decided I liked her.

“What can I get you?” She asked in an exhausted voice, her pen pised over her paper. I had barely looked at the menu. I leaned back in my chair. “Some Rodenbach wine, or Cantillon. I say Cantillon.”

Her perfect eyebrows arched. “What is that sir? Those things that you mentioned?”

was she dumb? I looked at her smooth lips pursed in confusion. Then I remembered. “Sorry, I’ll have whiskey instead.”

She nodded, scribbled it down and turned to walk away. As she walked away, I found my eyes straying to her threadbare mini-skirt, perfectly round backside, and smooth long legs. She looked untouched. From the way she carried herself, I could tell that she was still a virgin. When she sashayed back with a tray of chilled wine, I’d already made up my mind.

“What’s your name?” I asked as she poured me the drink.

“Fiona.” Her voice was refreshing.

“Fiona,” I repeated, savoring her name.

She stood up straighter. “Would you like any other thing else, sir?”

‘yes, I want another drink.” I drawled. “But first,” I swirled the glass cup. “I want you.”

Her cheeks flushed red. “Excuse me?”

I stood slowly. thinking. Forget the alcohol. I could use her to forget the pain. I could drown in her body and still feel alive. She was just a commoner, a nobody.

She stepped back, very tiny compared to my six foot frame. “You heard me. One night, you and me.”

She shook her head like she was amused. “You have to be joking. Does this look like a brothel to you sir? If you want someone to sleep with, go to a gentleman’s club.”

I gently held her fisted hands and slipped in thick cash. Her gaze flicked to the wallet and back to me. She tossed the cash on the table. “No sir. You are not going to buy me over with money.”

“Then name your price?”

Her eyebrows rose defiantly. “Tell me how much it’s going to take to have you all to myself for the night.”

For a moment, she only turned her nose up at me, until her eyes drifted to the bundle of one-thousand-dollar bills that she had tossed nonchalantly on the table. “How much?” She whispered finally.

I thought about the amount I spent on lunch yesterday, a casual amount that meant nothing to me.

“Five thousand.”

Her eyes went wide. “Five…five thousand?”

“Is that your price?”

Her eyes flickered in fear. “That money could solve majority of my problems right now.”

“So that is a yes?”

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath. “So all I have to do is to sleep with you?”

A smile tugged at my lips, she wasn’t so smart, this one. When she opened her eyes, she looked resigned. “I agree. One night. Five thousand dollars, and we go our separate ways.”

I arranged the pile of cash on the table. “Deal.”

She stared at the money for long before looking at me. “Let me go talk to my manager.”

“if he resists, bring him to me.”

She walked away tensed and I downed a shot of whiskey.

Tomorrow, I would return to being Alpha Sergius, ruler of the Northern Territories and bearer of a death sentence.

But tonight, I was just a man that wanted to get lost in the folds of a woman as a means of excape.

FIONA

My mind yelled at me to run when his hands traced the line from my arm to my lips, but my legs were paralyzed to the spot. He caressed my chin, and leaned in to kiss me, my heart thudding in my chest. When he softly kissed me, all my defenses melted and I leaned into his arms. He kissed me again and again and my body erupted with desire. All of a sudden, I wanted his hands to touch me all over.

Just then, a powerful scent of lavender hit me. It made me dizzy for a second, while his hand grabbed my soft thighs.

“Mate!”

My body stiffened. Was I hearing things? I had to be…

“Mate…” the voice whimpered again as he trailed kisses from my cheeks to my shoulders. I just sat frozen, unmoving in shock. My wolf - after two years of humiliating me in front of everyone because of her silence - was speaking to me because she could sense her mate.

“Mate. He’s the one Fiona!” The excitement in her voice was barely containable. I wanted to scream at her to shut up. Her silence for years had deeply hurt me. But the sweet scent of lavender was choking me at this point, and I couldn’t fight the wetness in my legs.

So when he expertly slid the straps of my bra down my shoulder, I let him. And when he took my breasts into his mouth, I surrendered to his touch.

“Tell him.” My wolf pushed.

“What if he rejects me?” I fiercely whispered.

This man only cared about sleeping with me. I don’t think he saw me as someone he could spend his future with. But why was the goddess so cruel to pair me off with a random stranger?

He ripped my panties off. This was it. I was going to lose my virginity for an ungrateful family to a man who cared less about me. When I’ve been keeping it for a mate that would cherish me.

He took off his clothes and I could see his massive member. Oh my goddess! His tongue trailed down my skin. I felt his hot breath n between my thighs. He raised his head up so that his beautiful eyes glared at me. “I do not intend to give you pleasure.” He stated sternly.

“Y-yes.” I stuttered.

“Spread those pretty legs,” he commanded. “Let me feel how wet you are.”

I did as he instructed.

“Good girl,” he said, his hand sliding higher up my thighs.

“You like this don’t you?” he massaged my clit gently.

“Mmhm” I moaned, my eyes rolling backwards.

“Say it.”

“I like it,” I breathed.

He chuckled, then pulled me closer, his tongue brushing my ear. “Then hold on tight, because I am not going to be gentle.”

My heart skipped. I needed him to be gentle. Before I could speak, he thrust his raging cock into my c*nt, moving in and out vigorously. I let out a sharp scream hoping that he would understand that I am in pain and go slowly, but he was deaf to my screams.

“please..” I begged and then it seemed like he slowed down …to a pace that I could actually start enjoying it.

“Ooh-ahh.” I moaned in ecstasy. He increased his pace.

“I can see that you are enjoying it after all.’ He chuckled. My reply was a soft moan as my senses was fried at this point. He moved even faster and I could feel the wetness on my thighs. “Yes, ugh, yes!” I screamed as I squirted and the sweet scent of lavender drowned mw.

“Good. That’s a good were,” he said coldly and stood up from the bed. I wrapped myself with the blanket as I was already stained with blood, and I stared at him as the deflating aftermath of the orgasm came crashing down on me.

He was dressing up quickly with the detached movements of someone who wanted to get away from me and this as fast as possible. This was the right time to tell him that I was his mate before he disappeared into the world and I never got to see him again.

Nevertheless, I was scared. I sat up slowly, feeling a slight pain in my lower body.

“Don’t you feel it?” I whispered. “Speak loudly.” He barked harshly.

“The mate-bond.” I blurted out. I watched the color drain rapidly from his face.

“What did you say?” he advanced towards me and I backed up against the headboard.

“We are mates---”

I was interrupted by the loud crack of wood splintering and I saw that he had punched the chair into half.

My eyes widened. What the hell? Who was this man?

“Goddess, why?” he cried in a strangled voice, as he heaved around like a madman. I sank deeper into the sheets, terrified as he violently smashed the chair again and again. At this point, I was also questioning the sanity of the goddess. how could she pair me with such a dangerous man?

“First of all, you curse me…” he was rambling, “and then you mate me with this nobody, this cheap poor thing…” My wolf whimpered at his words.

His gaze tore me and I braced myself for the rejection.

“Who the hell are you even? Who’s your father? Who’s your mother? Do they have titles, lands, worth?”

I bit my lips to hold my tears back. He shook his head at my no-reply. “Gosh, no. I cannot be seen by the likes of you. I, Sergius Kairos, reject you---What’s your name?” he lashed out.

“Fiona Akida.” I couldn’t stop the tears from pouring.

“I, Sergius Kairos reject you, Fiona Akida as my mate!”

The pain scorched me and I screamed out, rolling on the bed till I hit the floor. He stacked a pile of bills on the table. “Do not look for me.” His voice was suddenly calm. “Take this and disappear.” He crossed over my mangled body and just left. Just like that.  

As I struggled to breath and get up from the floor, I realized that his name was familiar.

Sergius Kairos.

The Alpha who ruled the 157 packs that consisted the North, of which my pack was a minor.

So, the goddess mated me to a king. I laughed at the irony. My mother would have been so pleased. The rejection made complete sense.

He was everything and I was nothing.

But that realization didn’t make the crippling pain of rejection any better. Eventually, my body could not take it anymore and I passed out.