L'ombre du maître

I tried to escape but I felt his cold, bony fingers clamp down on my tender flesh.

His strong grasp held me down, no matter how much I wriggled or twisted. Despite my frantic attempts to escape, his grip only intensified, sending sharp, searing pain down my arm.

As I looked up, I saw his eyes, glowing in a sinister red in the dim light. His gaze was filled with a terrifying intention, as if he was relishing the prospect of causing me harm. I shuddered as I realized that I was completely at his mercy.

The unbearable pressure of his grip made my skin feel raw and achy, like it was being carved out. I couldn't help but cry out in pain, my voice full of anguish, only to feel the grip tightening with every breath.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a clinking belt being undone, and my heart sank even further. I knew what was coming next, and my struggles became even more desperate.

My mind raced with fear and anxiety, my breathing coming in quick gasps. I was trapped and helpless, with no way to escape his clutches.

It was impossible to win against him in this state, and he wasted no time reminding me of that. The next thing that followed was a hard whip, the end of the belt wickedly lashed my skin, and the parching pain reverberated. A deafening scream escaped my lips.

"This isn't you, Magnus. Please, open up your eyes. Please!" I yelled amidst my tears, but they fell on deaf ears.

He let go of my arm and pushed me onto the bed. I let out a yelp as I roughly hit the mattress. I heard the grating sound of his zipper as he undid his pants. My eyes widened, and a lump came to my throat at the realization of what he was about to do.

"P-please, Magnus, don't do this—"

Fearful shivers raced down my spine as he began shoving my legs apart. Tears rushed down my eyes as I vigorously kicked my legs, fighting against his grip, but nothing freed me from his fierce torment.

Fed up with my obstructing resistance, Magnus balled his fists and viciously launched a fatal blow at my face - a direct hit at my eye. The room echoed with the sound of my anguished outcry.

Magnus had let go of me to deliver the punch, and that split-second of freedom was enough for me to roll off the bed and sprint out of the door immediately.

The plan was dead on arrival because hastily, he grabbed my arm and halted me. His hands immediately snaked around my neck, then he sent my head smashing into a wall, and my skull cracked to the side.

The air momentarily turned black all around me as the raw taste of pain filled my mouth. He let go of me, and I was paralyzed by the pain - too weak to even run anymore, and I fell to the ground in a crumpled mess.

My body trembled from the impact of his forceful blow, and for a fleeting moment, I wished to slip into unconsciousness.

But cruel fate kept me acutely aware as he mercilessly tore my dress, revealing my bare skin. With intent, his hands roamed, shedding away the remnants of my undergarments, leaving me exposed and defenseless.

His glowy–red eyes, burning with a dangerous desire, met mine, locking us in a silent agreement of forbidden pleasure. As he descended upon me, his touch was both commanding and possessive, igniting a fire within me that demanded to be unleashed.

I could feel the weight of his primal need as he entered me, an overwhelming surge of sensations crashing through my body. His thrusts were raw and unyielding, plunging deep within me, claiming every inch of my being.

Each forceful stroke provoked a cacophony of pleasure and pain, the lines between the two blending into an intoxicating dance.

My fingers clenched the sheets, my nails digging into the rug underneath, anchoring me to the devastating reality of the moment.

His guttural groans filled the air and with every collision of our bodies, the world around me faded, and time stood still, leaving only the sour taste of pain.

I consented to it - all of it; the love and the hate, the joy and the pain, the bitterness and the happiness. I took all of it, strapped it around my shoulders, and wore it on my back the very moment I accepted Alpha Magnus as my mate.

Alpha Magnus Kyrenia - The Moon Demon Possessed Alpha. He loses all control over his actions as the demon takes over his senses every full moon.

His eyes blaze with an inferno of rage, and his primal instincts take over completely. His strength is unmatched, and his desires are unquenchable.

He's an angry, rageful beast with a great, insatiable sexual urge. And he takes out all of those strong emotions on me.

Nevertheless, I can't bring myself to un–love him. Did he cast a spell on me? Yet, even as I love him, I cannot help but wonder how much longer I can take the burden of this unbearable love.

Every day, I wish I could turn back the hands of time and save myself from the current anguish I was straddled with. If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. But if wishes were horses, I would have never said yes to Magnus.

Now, I was in a tight corner. Is it too late to back out now? But even if I do, what would be the fate of the two-month-old baby in my womb?

Especially considering the fact that he doesn't even know that I'm pregnant with his child…