Betrayal: Unexpected Encounter

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CHAPTER 1

"Mmmmh… urgh!"

The sensation flowing between her spread legs as he rammed his thick length into her, forced Aurelia's eyes to pry open, and a moan, so inevitable, escaped her parted lips when her back arched on their own accord.

"Fuck…!" The man on top of her clenched his teeth in raw pleasure when her insides squeezed him tight.

The sound of flesh slamming against flesh could be heard in the room as he picked up his pace, thrusting into her like a century-old beast that had grown hungry, only to have its thirst satiated by the woman beneath him.

"You're so… fucking tight! My God!" he groaned louder this time.

Aurelia's eyes were blurry. Her brain was muddled, and she could hardly comprehend her surroundings except for the constant penetration of a man's dick destroying her womb.

How she ended up in bed with a total stranger, she hardly knew.

Her head spun uncontrollably. It felt as though she may pass out for the second time, but knowing the risk involved, she chose to concentrate her eyes on the man who simultaneously rammed her with no mercy.

As much as she hated this, she found her body responding in ways she could not comprehend, fuelling the man’s actions further.

Eventually, the fog in her vision cleared, and she found herself gazing at what she presumed to be a mask.

The room had no lights on, and the moonlight from outside the window illuminated the vast room, aiding her sight to a bearable extent.

The mask was plain black, obscuring the visuals of the man who seemed to be staring right back at her.

However, his mask was intricately designed to resemble that of a human skull, with a double red line tracing across its left eye—and for a split second, as if it was the only thing her mind could register, Aurelia came to the conclusion that she was being…

RAPED!!

Panic struck, taking over the pleasure that she once felt coursing through her nerves.

Her heart accelerated, forcing a scream to leave her lips as she balled her small hands and began to punch incessantly at the man's chest.

"GET OFF ME! Ah! Stop! What are you doing to me?!"

Aurelia tried to squirm free, but the man, who was overtaken by raw pleasure, grabbed her two hands and pinned them above her head on the bed.

"Is that so?" she heard the man's voice respond inquiringly. It sounded husky, a little rough on the edge, but there was something about it that carried an inexplicable allure.

She would have been undeniably mesmerized if she wasn't trapped in this unpleasant predicament.

But… but where was her boyfriend??

"A few minutes ago, my cock had you moaning," he teased behind his skull mask, snapping her attention back at him, "and now that you're back to your senses you pretend like it did not affect you? Don't be a mouse. I recall how tightly you squeezed me, moaning for more."

And his grip on her wrist tightened.

Embarrassed upon hearing him make such disgusting remarks at her flustered face, Aurelia kicked her legs wildly, and even though he had rendered them weak, there was this surge of adrenaline that made her body work against their own will.

She was completely terrified to the extent her nerves were only aimed at using whatever self-defence she could think of.

"I SAID LET GO OF ME YOU FREAK!!" She barked, but the man on top of her seemed to be amused by her audacity rather than irritated.

"You really are a mouse, aren't you?"

In his attempt to keep her legs steady, his hold on her wrist loosened.

Opportunity comes but once in a lifetime, and Aurelia wasn't going to let this opportunity slide past her as she instantly jerked her hands free.

Defensively, she reached for the silver hairpin in her hair and immediately pointed the tip at the man’s right shoulder, stabbing him with it.

He barred his fangs at her as he released her from his hold, and Aurelia reflexively kicked him off with her foot.

With swift impulse, he moved away lest something more lethal was used on him. However, rather than hit his face, her toes kicked off his mask, to the man's stupefaction, and she could almost swear she heard him gasp.

Quickly, the man moved away to reach for his mask on the ground.

Taking hold of his distraction, Aurelia swiftly reached for the scissors on the bedside table, immediately pointing the tip at him.

"Don't you dare come near me or I swear to God I will kill you!" she threatened.

With her only form of defence pointed at him to keep him away from her, the man wisely stayed put, revealing his side profile to her fierce gaze.

From the mirror in front of him, he could see the fire in her eyes, evidence that she was capable of doing anything at this point.

He watched as she cautiously moved, her other hand reaching for anything on the bed that she could use to cover up.

With her eyes locked on him, Aurelia successfully reached for the black robe beside her and immediately put it on.

She got out of bed, ready to make her escape, but her legs immediately caved, leading to her fall as she dropped on all fours to the floor.

Of course, this was bound to happen, she was literally fucked to consciousness!

"Stay back!" Already alert, she still had her eyes fixed on the man who stayed put, but during her fall, he had used the little moment to pick up his mask. Placing it back on his face and ignoring her warnings, he turned to face the petrified woman.

Quickly, Aurelia tried to rise from the ground as she lamented, “Shit.”

With her legs all wobbly, Aurelia got to the door and opened it.

When the masked man, who was still naked with his glory pointing at her, suddenly took a step forward, Aurelia hurled the scissors at him and dashed off down the lit-up corridor in nothing but her robe.

How she was running she barely knew, but all she was aware of was that she had to get away from that psycho in a mask. Her heart drummed in her ears, and she felt disoriented.

However, one thought remained—how did she… how did she end up in such a predicament?

Tucking her thoughts to the back of her mind, she scurried towards the biggest building in search of her boyfriend.

Having been tied by an arranged marriage, a plan to elope was put in place. Tonight was the night of her escape.

And even though this happened, she could only think of being in the arms of her boyfriend. She sought his comfort, his protection, and she knew he was the only one who would understand her.

She hoped he would.

“I must find Ryland. He should know why I was…” Aurelia blinked back the tears that gathered in her eyes and shook her head, “Ryland, I’m sorry.”

On the other hand, immediately after she left, the masked man pulled out the silver-coloured hairpin stuck to his shoulder and winced.

Even though he had not reacted much, he still felt pain from the wound.

Staring down at the hairpin, his gaze held intrigue in them as he studied the markings on it.

“You can’t tell me she’s… No.”

Dismissing his thoughts, he stared ahead but there was no trace of her anywhere.

“Was this a set-up?” he pondered as he glanced around, taking note of the empty jar of wine and half-filled cup on the table before him.

He had come here thinking she had taken her fill, ready to bed him and couldn’t resist the urge to be with her, seeing her revealing outfit.

Thanks to their interaction and his injury, his head cleared a bit.

He sniffed, taking a whiff of the air and then his eyes went wide upon realization. “Aphrodisiac. Damn it! No wonder... She must hate me. I need to leave immediately.”

~***~

In a dimly lit bedroom, a man and a woman could be seen basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, their genitals still joined as the heavy sound of their laughter reverberated around the room.

“Oh that was bliss,” the lady commented euphorically, her sharp gaze piercing into his brown eyes. “Ryland, it was the best.”

Feeling proud of himself, Ryland moved his hip and thrust deeper into her. “Is that so?”

“Aaaahh fuck… Keep doing that and I do not mind fucking your brains out once more,” she said with a giggle.

“I wouldn’t mind. We have all night,” he smirked in approval.

“Yes. I bet we wouldn’t be disturbed now that Aurelia is getting her fair share of some deep pounding from that masked scary man,” the lady stated, chuckling evilly at the thought of what Aurelia must be facing.

At the same time, a pair of bare feet halted silently in front of the door, her shaky fingers only an inch away from the door knob.

Ryland arched his brow, his hip halting briefly in their action. “Hmm, the way you say it makes me jealous, Eretria. I didn’t get a chance to bed her first.”

“Pfft. Trust me, you wouldn’t be missing anything from that used breeder. She lacks the skills I have,” came her haughty remark.

“You have a point.” He leaned in and kissed her gently. “Anyways, I hope our plan will work and the Lycan King rejects her.”

A devious smile crept up Eretria’s lips at the thought. “Trust me, darling it will. My foster sister won’t know what hit her when she is rejected. When I marry the King and become his Luna., I can kill him and then we get to marry and be together at last.”

“Urgh, it would be pure bliss ruling over the two packs,” Ryland groaned in bliss.

“Yes. Aahh,” she moaned thinking about their future.

“I was shocked when you changed the plans and asked to take back your spot as the bride,” Ryland confessed.

“Pfft, why wouldn’t I? At first, I thought it was an old merchant werewolf, so I shoved Aurelia in but when I found out that wasn’t the case but an arranged marriage to the Lycan King, I thought of the possibilities.”

“You’re cunny, Eritrea. And that’s one thing I love about you.”

“Of course. That weakened werewolf, Aurelia isn’t worth such luxury.”

At the same time, Aurelia who could not believe her ears felt her blood boiling in her veins. The mishap that had befallen her had been a product of her boyfriend and her sister’s ploy.

She tightened her jaw and balled her fingers into a fist. Taking a deep breath, she turned the doorknob and pushed it open, ignoring the loud bang that followed.

Both heads snapped to the side to see the intruder and the second their eyes locked on her, a bone-chilling laughter rang out, eating away at her rage.

“My oh my. If it isn’t the bratty Aurelia,” Eretria teased with no hint of humour in her eyes.

“Aurelia, what are you doing here?” Ryland questioned, wanting to get up but to Aurelia’s surprise, Eretria wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him in place.

Seeing them act nonchalantly before her irked her even more. She shook her head, pointing her finger at Ryland. “How dare you? I loved you, Ryland.”

“Love?” Eretria scoffed and released her legs, setting Ryland free. Just as he pulled out of her, she released a deep moan, making sure Aurelia heard it all.

Rising from his bed, Ryland quickly put on his trousers while Eretria wrapped the blanket over her chest.

“Love is for the strong and important ones, Aurelia. Who would love you, a weak werewolf such as yourself?”

Aurelia’s brows knitted, her lips tucked downward as she glared at Eretria. “How could you do this to me, Eretria?”

It was one thing for her to set her up, but sleep with the man she loved…? No.

Tears gathered in Aurelia’s eyes but as quickly as it came, she blinked them away and stood firmly, clenching her fists by her side.

“Fine. You lot deserve each other. You can have, Eretria. I’ll push through with the arranged marriage and have everyone know the truth.”

“Stupid, Aurelia,” she mused. “Do you think I’ll let you walk out of here after knowing my plans, alive?” Eretria shook her head, scoffing at her and taking a step forward.

Her once humorous smile suddenly turned into something sinister as a dark glint flashed in her eyes.

“There’ll be no marriage between you and the Lycan King. Rather what awaits you…is death.”