MY FAULT

An heir? 

I was to remain here and give him an heir...

By doing-

Instantly, I try to push him off me but he doesn't budge, laughing instead. "I will not," I say. My voice is hoarse and hateful. 

Oh I'd be damned if I let this horrible creature inside me.

So that's why he was keeping me locked here- waiting for me to break. He wanted to use me as a breeding mare. 

He actually wanted me to be his plaything; his whore. I'm shaking my head no, trying to push this beast of a man off me. Liam smiles and leans closer- he lets his forearms rest on both sides of my head.

Our bellies are touching; I can feel his groin on my lap. 

My body tenses up. 

Being his whore, bearing his child, then what? He would take his sharpened claws and slit my neck open on the birthing bed? I would suffer through hell to bear his child only to be sent to the true hell?

My mate licks his lips and smirks.

"I would never take a rogue into my bed. But you are my mate, so what choice do I have? Children born of fated mates are often stronger...my heir must be strong."

He must be joking. Do I look like a birthing vessel to him? I am a rogue, true. But I am definitely not less than a living thing. My blood boils and I seethe internally. 

I hack up spit, throw it in his face. Liam barely reacts.

"Get. Off."

"I have a deal for you, rogue." His eyes are roaming my face, glancing at my lips with such intensity. I watch his eyes move, observe how his lips twitch. 

"You have two choices." The alpha pauses, leaning closer so our lips are only a hair's breadth apart. I can feel my heart racing madly; hear the thumps ring in my ears. I hate myself now for reacting. I know he can hear me fumbling within; I know that even my face gives it away.

My mate leans closer, missing my lips by just a bit and grazing his way down to my ear.

I shiver, hold in a shocked gasp.

"One, you die. Two, you bear my heir and gain your freedom. It's pretty simple."

Pretty simple?

What does that even mean? I have always hated pack wolves; I had vowed in the past never to bow my head to any alpha. Now to save my life- a life he had no right over- I will not only have to bow but open my legs as well.

His hard body is pressing against mine; my breasts feel stiff. I ignore my body, try to push him off me. This only makes him chuckle and he grabs and holds my hands above me. 

He leans into the crook of my neck and takes a big sniff.

"Oh how I hate you..."

My lips are shaking; I can't understand why my entire body is rapidly becoming sensitive.

"What's your choice, little wolf?" Liam raises his head from my neck and looks at me. His eyes are dilated; he's barely sane. The thought of him losing restraint is making me excited for some reason. I want to vomit.

Two choices.

Die or fuck your rogue hating mate?

I choose to live. I have not survived this far just to die in such a pathetic way. One thing is for sure, though; I will make this creature pay for this humiliation.

I will make him regret ever putting me in such a position.

Oh how I hate you too...

"I will give you an heir, then." My voice comes out like a hiss; angry but cautious. 

Liam's face immediately goes cold then. He rises from my body, leaving aftershocks of the contact. "Now you've agreed, you are bound by this. I will let you out of this room. But should you utter a word of the true nature of our relationship, I will kill you."

Not if I kill you first...

"Yes, Alpha." 

He looks at me for a while with a variety of emotions going through his eyes. Hate, disgust, restraint. 

He leaves without a word and for a reason unknown to me, I break down.

Is it my fault? 

Is it my fault that my family had been maltreated for a crime they did not commit. Was it my fault for running and becoming a rogue?

My hands are shaking, the weak wolf inside of me is trying to claw her way out. She's confused, angry and feels betrayed by the world.

Is it my fault?!

"It's not! It's not!!" I scream in answer as I throw the pillows to the ground and claw the bedsheets to pieces. I grab my head, shaking in anger. 

Images of my parents being mauled by their own packmates flash in my mind.

They had told me to run. I had to...

Circumstances have made me a rogue; it was never my fault. 

I was a child...

A child forced to live a life of hardship for something unknown to her. Now I am being judged and hated for being what the world made me.

My own mate hates me enough to kill...

I wail and cry aloud with anger. What horrible fate was this? What did I ever do to deserve such a life?

And the goddess...

Could she not have picked any other wolf to be mine? In fact, was it not better I had none at all than becoming the mate to a man who hated me with every fibre of his being? 

I cry and wail as loudly as I can, the reality of my situation catching up to me.

A rogues life was already tough; what did it mean then to be a rogue slave?

"It's not my fault..." I whisper, like a prayer- hoping desperately that I can survive this ordeal.

Hoping my mate does not actually kill me...