Chapter 3: Bond or lust?

"Get out" I said through clenched teeth. 

The figure slipped out of the bed. It was Carissa, one of his favorite mistresses, compared to the silky night gown she had on, my clothes were dated and old, threadbare in places, her smooth glowing skin made me self aware. I had the title of the queen but lived worse than a slave, with chapped nails and rough skin. I probably had a bath three days ago. 

Anger flared in my eyes, I've been living like I didn't exist at all, I WOULD TAKE BACK MY LIFE. 

My once soft hands had turned calloused and hard.

"You?" Her eyes skipped over me like I'm some trash stuck to her shoe.

"Yes, get out" I walked towards her, if she wasn't going to get out on her own, I would force her out, she might be a vampire but she wasn't the queen, I am.

"He isn't coming?" Her eyes had a look of despair.

"No, and don't you ever step in here ever again" I dragged her by hand and led her to the door, there was no reaction from her, she looked like she was in a daze, she was out of the door before she regained her composure,

"What the fuck is going on?" She asked with irritation in her tone.

"If I ever see you in my room again, I'll cut off your legs" I was beyond angry, I was on the verge of tears. 

"Your-" I shut the door in her face and turned the lock. 

I broke down in tears, bawling my eyes out. Why did it take me so long? No one deserved to live like I did. I was going to get my revenge but not like a slave, he made me a queen and I would hurt him like a queen.

I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower, I blinked in awe, all these years and I've forgotten what a proper bathroom looked like, I bathed in rivers scattered in the small forest  half a mile away from the palace. 

There were black and gold trims everywhere. I turned on the water and warm water slushed on me, my stomach kicked and I broke down crying in the shower again. I don't know how long I stayed there but when I turned off the water, my bones felt like jelly.

I stepped out drying off with the big towel, it smelled like Connor, 'I must have things moved into the room that fit me'

That was my last thought before my head hit the pillow. 

Author's Pov

The elders were getting nervous and Connor was getting irritated, The bunch of werewolves left were planning an attack, it was a ridiculous thing of course. The vampires would wipe them out but that wasn't his main objective when he took over the throne, he didn't care where they went as long as they stayed out of his land.

He turned the door knob but the door refused to open, a weird thing but he tried again and decided it was locked from the inside. Thankfully he carried a spare key with him. 

The door opened with a click and he groaned. He closed the door behind him and walked towards the bed. The scent of peaches and rose oil filled the room, he was familiar with the scent but it was always faint, you could barely catch it unless you were looking for it but now it was dominant. It filled his senses and his groin tightened. 

He dragged apart the cream colored curtain that went round the bed and he stopped dead in his tracks. Lying there with dark long hair against the white of the sheets was his wife, wearing nothing other than his towel wrapped around her naked body. He had never seen her without clothes and even though she wasn't totally naked, his blood ran hot, longing slammed into him like nothing he had ever experienced.

 She slept peacefully, her long lashes casting shadows over her cheeks, he realized how thin she looked and even with that she was still well curved.

He wanted to yank her off his bed and demand for answers but another dark thought crossed his mind, he wondered how her breasts would feel under his palm, he watched her chest rise and fall in rhythm and suddenly decided to let her sleep. 

Since he married her, he had always felt the pull towards her but had chunked it up to the mate bond and lust so he had punished her harder, she needed to break the bond and release him but no matter how bad he treated her, he always woke up the bond and even though it had gotten weaker, he still felt it.

He dragged the blanket over her and his fingers brushed her arm in the process, he stood frozen, the electric like sensation traveled up his hand and spread to the rest of his body. Trouble. He dropped the cover and stepped away from the bed, he needed a drink. 

Ava's POV

I woke up to the sunlight, somebody had gone through the trouble of raising the curtains. I stretched like a cat and let the warmth slip into my bones, my stomach grumbled loudly, reminding me I had eaten anything since yesterday. I sighed and dragged my tired body off the bed, I need to put food inside my body. The room smelled of him but he was nowhere to be found. I sighed in relief and headed to the closet. 

Wearing no shoes and after applying a soothing oil to my itchy scalp, I let myself out of the door, my hair looked messy and my skin looked dry and I was going to do something about it later, but first I needed to eat. I headed straight to the dining room, I wasn't going to eat scraps of food anymore. How many queens ate like that?

I was aware of the stares heading my way as I descended the stairs and walked through the hall. News spread like bushfire in the palace, they must have learned about what happened with the maids yesterday, and they'll never know I saved them and I wasn't willing to share that piece of news with anyone but I'm sure that wasn't really 'the' big news, it wasn't the first time Connor melted a heavy punishment on anyone, the big news was me throwing Carissa out of the room. 

I stepped into the dining hall and gasps filled the room. My gaze met with Connor's and he gave me a look over. 

He said something but I couldn't hear, and directed furious glances around the room.

"The next person to look at her will have their head on a stake outside the palace gates"

I was in his shirt. 

P.S(trigger warning)- Hi lovelies, I feel like I should have added things from the beginning but here we go. This is a morally grey story, Connor isn't good or righteous. He hurts and kills people, he's not your perfect gentleman and he'll do things to Ava without consent, and yes he might or might not (we'll see◉⁠‿⁠◉)have whored around in the first years of the marriage to punish Ava. As much as I appreciate all of you amazing readers, please stop reading if you cannot handle violence. Already I've seen comments and a person said "Awful story" and another person condemned Connor to hell. Do not look for redeeming qualities of any kind from Connor, he would burn the world for her.

I'm sorry if it makes you feel bad but that's the plot and please please do not read if you cannot handle extreme sexual content or violence.  XOXO