Chapter 2

Tessa

“Go ahead.”

His eyes open widely; he is astonished by my words. That I'm not scared is infuriating him. Well, I have no reason to be scared since I am aware that the camera is watching.

“I love your bravery… but I dislike that it is laced with stupidity,” he says, stepping forward.

I drag my feet backwards, my heart beating so fast, even as I try to keep myself together.

“So tell me. Why should an Alpha's son get a no from you when the Alpha's driver gets your yes?”

I keep moving backward until my back hits the wall. He places one hand above my head, the other at my side, trapping me.

“You must think I don't see you two hanging around all evening,” he says, moving his face closer to mine.

I pin my head further to the wall, wishing I could penetrate through.

“No one has ever said no to me.” He rubs his cheeks slowly against mine and I close my eyes tightly, hoping anything happens and interrupts the moment.

I force myself to stay calm, trying not to lash out and infuriate him further.

Slowly I feel his breath close to my ear.

“What if I tell you I can reject Jasmine for you,” he whispers and I open my eyes in shock.

That wasn't his usual offer to the other girls, I've never heard him boldly speak of rejecting Jasmine.

He withdraws himself and looks me in the eyes. “You could be the next Luna after my mother….. I want you to be mine.”

“But I don't like you.” I blurt out without thinking.

“You stubborn bastard!” he growls, spinning me around and shoving me onto the bed.

My head hits the stand slightly. I gasp in pain, but he doesn't care. He rushes to me and drags me to fit in the middle of his king-sized bed. He holds my apron like he's about to tear it off me.

I am shocked with his sudden change of mood but still, I kick him off and he stumbles. I rush out of the bed and try to speed out of the room but he is faster.

“Jasmine would never forgive you!!”

“She wouldn't even believe anything you say to begin with. She is hopelessly in love with me.”

“Bastard!!” I yell.

“That's your title, not mine!!”

My phone rings again but he ignores it and pushes me to his bed again. He rushes to his wardrobe to get whatever he is trying to get and this is my chance out. I rush to the door, opening it but it can't open.

Upon all the time this stupid door handle could choose to misbehave, it chooses now. Damnit! I bang on the door furiously and swing the handle repeatedly, hoping the door will open.

It creaks open but when I open it, he bangs it shut from behind me immediately. He drags me backwards and I see the rope in his hands.

“Let me go!!”

He tosses me to the bed and ties my two hands separately to it while I kick him, doing my best to extract myself from him.

But he is stronger, nothing I do helps. He drags out my apron and flings to the floor, he then crawls up to the bed like a lion about to devour his prey.

“Please, I beg of you. Don't do this.”

“I need to quench my desires and you happen to be available…. It's not my fault you're not willing, I mean, I did try to make it easy for you.” he says, caressing my cheeks.

His touch feels so cold and irritating as he drags my pants off my butt. Tears well up in my eyes and I allow it to flow down my cheeks. He leans in, letting me feel his hard cock on me. He exhales and tears off my top.

“Please, please, stop, please..” I plead, crying as I shake my head sideways.

“But I don’t want to stop. I like you, even if you don’t like me… and I always take what I like.”

He spreads my leg wide open and positions his cock to slit in. My heart hammers as I close my eyes in expectation of a sharp pain. It is going to be my first experience. I’ve not done this before, never even come close and my first is going to be out of my will. I feel like screaming or disappearing, but I lie still, unable to utter a sound, as if I’ve already accepted my fate.

He swings his cock slowly on the surface of my v like he wants to take me by surprise when he pushes it in. He smiles, making me want to spit on him, but I couldn't. I'm scared that if I annoy him, he could do worse.

Surprisingly, the door creaks open and for a moment, everything freezes.

Jasmine steps in, her lips parting slightly as if she’s about to say something, but no words come out.

“Damn it!” George gets off me and rushes towards her, grabbing her wrist. “How dare you come in here unannounced?”

Her eyes dart between George and me. She looks confused, but I can tell what could be going on in her mind.

“Tessa, what's going on?” She finally voices out, her voice trembling with disbelief.

I can't even say anything. I don't want to endanger her. The scumbag isn't feeling remorseful or even ashamed.

“You shouldn't be here,” I say, dragging my wrist off the ropes, trying to extract myself from its grip but it was tied so tight.

She angrily hits his face, “You're a monster!! How could you? I trusted you!!” She hits him again.

No, no, no, no, she isn't supposed to hit him. Damn it! I have to get out of here; his eyebrows are furrowing, and he is clenching his fist.

“How dare you!!” He growls and his eyes glow yellow. He flings her to the bed and rushes to her. She tries to move but he hits her, “Have you forgotten your place? Mate!!”

“What has gone over you? You're not the man I fell in love with.”

She begins crying but he doesn't stop. He tears off her clothes in rage and spreads her legs. I yell, begging him not to but he doesn't listen.

My heart pounds like a war drum inside my chest. I can't take it anymore, I can't watch Jasmine go through such.

My fingers curl into fists, but they’re already changing, bones cracking, fur bursting through the skin. I feel everything I’ve ever held back clawing its way out of me all at once.

My knees give out and I fall forward, the ropes out of me. In seconds, a snarl tears through my throat as I launch at him. George barely has time to react. His smug face twists in panic, but I’m already on him.

He stumbles backwards as I bare my fangs and sink them into him with every ounce of fury in me.

He shifts into a wolf immediately but his size is twice mine. They say my mother was the white-wolf, the strongest of all female wolves, but my strength seems to be nothing compared to a thirty-two-year-old beast.

He growls and slashes his claws at me. He does it again and again. He can't stop, I doubt he wants to. He pins me to the floor and positions himself like he wants to slash my throat off my neck.