Fake Dating My Ex-in-laws For Christmas.

Juniper's POV 

“You can't reject me, Jun.”

My mate—Elias Whitmore—prince heir of the BlueMoon Pack said—his voice dripping with confidence that did nothing but only made me enraged.

Elias made it sound like I had wanted to reject him for no reasons at all. This bastard proposed to an envoy that came to the pack on an official duty a month ago while casting me who was his mate for three years aside.

Seraphina Graves—princess of the Crimson Pack—the biggest and the most powerful pack in all of the Western coastal regions. 

Apparently the Alpha died a month ago and Seraphina had come to the burial in place of her father, the Great king but when the burial ended, she refused to leave. 

Day by day, I felt my mate drifting further away from me. I'd find him by her side, claiming to discuss the pack and company matters any time I complain but Yesternight, he proposed to her publicly—without thinking about me or all the promises he made. He said he was going to propose to me before Christmas and now, it's just two weeks to Christmas and he proposed to another woman instead.

I had cried from last night until the early hours of today, before I realised that there was no use crying for a bastard like him.

I yanked his arms away from around my waist. “Why did you think so?” I spat, my voice thick with disgust. “You proposed to Seraphina and you will make her your wife, so why won't you just accept my rejection—obviously you have no use for me anymore.”

“Says who?” He stepped closer to me again, trailing his fingers down my neck. “I only proposed to Seraphina because I need her influence to become Alpha. My brothers and everyone else is gaining influence so I have no choice but to do the same.”

The throne has been vacant and according to the law in BlueMoon, you only become king if you are politically influential and promising, not necessarily on the first son hierarchy like some other packs.

Of course, she will be helpful—unlike me who is just a nameless Omega who is also an upcoming designer in his fashion company.

His words pierced through my chest as I remembered his promises to me. He sounded like he didn't care about my status or strength.

“Once you become my Luna, no one would look down on you for being weak, wolfless or scentless.”

“Good for you.” I forced a smile at him. “i wish you both a lifetime of happiness, so just reject me now.”

“I still love you, Jun.” That nickname that used to make butterflies filled my belly, is now like a molten fire pressing hard against my skin. “Be my mistress, Jun. Let's continue our love story,” he said, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The words echoed through my ears like a war drum. I stared at him for a long moment to see if he was just fooling around, but he wasn't; he was damn serious.

“You are crazy, Elias,” I spat through gritted teeth and slammed my resignation letter on the desk. I can't bear to remain in his company after everything. “If you fail to reject me, I will bring it up with the Elders.” I turned away and started walking out of the office, my heels hitting the floor sharply.

“I'm afraid you can't leave, Jun,” he called after me just before I could grip the doorknob.

I rolled my eyes, frustrated to the core and turned back. “What the fuck did you want from me, Elias?”

Now, he was relaxing back in his chair with a smug expression on his face. “I never wanted to do this… but I have no choice. Come and take a look real quick. I bet you won't be yapping like that.” 

I sighed. “What the fuck are you up to?” I walked back to him.

He turned his laptop towards me. “Watch this.”

My gaze flickered from him back to the laptop and I could sense this bastard was up to no good. I clicked on the play button and air ripped off my throat.

It was a video. But not just any video. It was a video of me, naked, thighs spread apart, pussy slick and pink as he relentlessly shoved his finger in and out of me, my moans echoed through the room. But he wasn't appearing. Just his fingers. 

My body trembled so violently that I almost stumbled but I quickly pressed my hands to the edges of the desk. “Why—did you have this recorded without my permission?” I choked out.

He swirled his chair around, his lips curled into the most taunting and satisfied smirk ever. “Because I know a day like this will come.” 

Then his voice turned chilling. “Be my mistress, Jun.” He ripped my resignation letter apart, reached into the drawer below and slammed an envelope on the desk. “Sign this contract. Your wet and tight cunt belongs to me, anytime, anyday or else… your video would go live. And even your family won't be spared. Your father work in the finance department in the company, right? I can easily frame him for embezzlement and make him rot in the dungeon for the rest of his old age.”

I'm already hated by my family for being wolfless and scentless, if they realised that they are suffering because of me, then it would only worsen.

“No—no—no…” I didn't even realise when I grabbed the laptop and smashed it on the floor, the sound of its shattering echoed through. “No… I won't let you use me as your arousal chip,” I screamed, hot tears burned down my cheeks. 

His sharp and mocking laugh echoed through. He stood up, his gaze darker now, his fangs were forcing their ways out of his mouth and claws were sharper. He started walking towards me in slow, deliberate steps that sent chills down my spine.

I started taking shaky steps backward until… I hit a cold wall.

He stood in front of me, wrapped his hands around my neck—not tight enough to hurt me—but enough to make me look straight into his deadly eyes.

“If you think you have a choice, Jun… then you are sorely mistaken,” he breathed out against my neck, his voice sent silly desires down my core. “i have over fifty copies of your videos and if you dare resist me again, I will make sure the pack members know just how juicy your pussy is. How hard you scream anytime I fuck you… and, your father won't just be imprisoned, him and every members of your family will be executed while I keep you locked up in the dungeon and your only duty will be to pleasure me.”

My eyes widen in fear at his threats. “Please—don’t,” I cried out.

He unwrapped his hands from my neck, walked back to the desk, picked up a pen and extended it to me. “If you don't want that to happen, then sign the contract.”

I hesitated, but when I realised I had no choice, my trembling hands reached out to take the pen. I forced my way towards the desk, opened the file and glanced through the white and black writings, each rule felt like a death sentence.

1. I am officially his mistress.

2. My pussy belongs to him, anytime, anyday, anywhere and without complaints.

3. No man has access to my pussy other than him.

4. No one knows about our relationship. 

“This is modern day sex slavery!” 

“Just sign it, Jun,” he spat back, his patience thinning. “ No complaints, remember?”

My fingers tightened with more force than necessary as I signed the contract. 

“Good girl,” he said coolly, his voice disgustingly sweet. He stepped closer and pressed a kiss on my exposed cleavage. 

“Now, leave. Seraphina will be with me tonight, so I will send for you tomorrow night. Don't forget to wear red, darling. Wear those crotchless panties and bra that I brought for you at the mall last month.”