Chapter 3: Hatred

Kahlan POV 

Suddenly, I’m conscious again. Though, I wonder where I was. Was I dead? Well, Eric could have killed me. Or not! Maybe he didnt want to kill his mate.

Well, he would be damned if he doesn’t take the choice. 

Suddenly, heat rushed into me as I felt hands wrapped around me. The hands pulled me closer to a hard chest. I felt a little vibration and my senses were being robbed. What the fuck was happening to me?

Opening my eyes, the first thing I was looking at is a cream colored wall. It’s strange and unlike my room at the pack house. 

My gaze went down slowly until I realized I’m on the bed. Not only that, hands are truly wrapping around me. 

I can scent peppermint and wood. Without anyone telling me, I knew it was Eric. It was the same way that he scented as earlier.

Jerking away, I landed on the floor. I looked up at Eric and realized that his eyes were closed. 

My gaze searched around me again for something sharp that I could use on him. I want nothing more than to kill him.

“Your position is here, beside me,” a deep voice pulled me out of my scrutiny and I looked up at Eric again. His green eyes are suddenly looking down at me. 

His eyes are so beautiful. Must he be so attractive? Or was it the mate bond at work?

“What do you want from me?” I yelled at him instead as I felt the blade in my heart twist. This man killed my pack and made me an orphan. What the fuck must he want from me?

Eric got up slowly until he was sitting on the bed. His gaze was all over me. 

I traced his path of gaze only to realize I’m only in my underwear.

“What the fuck!” I yelled and got up. “Where the fuck are my clothes? What did you do to me!”

He turned away. “Not yet. We will finalize that only when you are conscious. Now that you are, I think we should get it done.”

I followed his gaze and discovered that my clothes were hanging on the dresser. Is he for real? Did he undress me?

I lurched forward and caught the clothes.

He watched me while I got dressed, not that I cared anyways.

“What are we supposed to get done?” I asked him, even though I’m aware of what he meant.

He looked over at me again. “You are my mate, Kahlan. You are my Luna and it’s time for you to take your place beside me,” he said authoritatively.

I scoffed. Is he kidding me? Who is he using such a tone for?

“What did you just do?” His voice went deeper all of a sudden and scary.

“You must be daydreaming if you think I’m your mate. It doesn't even matter anyways. I will never be your mate! I will never accept you as one!” I expressed as I felt my heart split into two. How can I be mated to the man that killed my family? Why is the moon goddess so unfair to me?

He got up slowly, topping me with several inches. Actually, it looked like the room suddenly got smaller and I’m intimidated by his looks. Is he some sort of demi-god?

“I am Alpha Eric and I’m a Lycan. Do you know that it’s a privilege for you to be mated to a Lycan?” He explained with pride.

Actually, I’ve heard about the Lycans from the west. His father was the toughest and the strongest of all lycan alive and they have ruled the werewolves for a lot of decades. 

“What am I supposed to say?” I scoffed again. “Yes?”

Eric regarded me with those beautiful eyes of his. “I don’t want your answer. I don’t need it. I need an heir from you and that’s what you are going to give me.”

I felt a stab of annoyance and my fists clenched at my side. “I will rather be a slave than be your Luna!” I started. “I would rather get mated with the lowest of all wolves than give you an heir! You seriously don’t think I would do this with you?”

Eric laughed. “You are a stubborn girl but I must tell you that you are messing with fire. And you will get burned,” he took a step closer to me, and heat flushed into me, betraying me.

I took a step backward quickly. “I will rather get burned, Eric! But I will never be your Luna!” I yelled in anger.

Unconsciously, I searched around for my dagger but it was gone. I would have loved to stab him to death if I was given the chance.

He backed me off to the wall and I decided to attack him. He caught my hands easily like a piece of cake. I had to mentally abuse myself for not finishing my training years back because I was angry with my father.

Eric didn’t hurt me but instead pinned my hands above me and moved his face towards mine. He stopped when his lips were almost touching mine. I could feel his hot breath on my face.

And I felt like kissing him or perhaps having him at that moment.

“No one says no to me, dear Kahlan,” he muttered thickly.

I vibrated uncontrollably. My head was saying something and my body was saying something else. What the heck was happening?

“I don’t care,” I stammered and almost hit myself. Why am I stammering? I seriously hate this.

“You will submit it to me. We will mate tonight. You will submit your body to me! And you will give me an heir,” his voice was soft and like music to my ears. It pleased me, especially my soul, and I want to get lost in this.

I closed my eyes and the images of my dead pack filled me in. I saw my mother again and my father. And Eric killed them. He wiped out my whole existence.

I opened my eyes almost immediately to look at Eric.

“There’s only one thing that can make me mate with you,” I started and saw the hope in his eyes. “If you can send in your men and let them hold me to the bed while you fuck me!” I yelled to his face. “I’m fucking going to kill you for killing my parents!”