Treacherous body

NOREEN 

Was it because of her that he rejected our mate bond?

Is that why he wants me to carry his pup so he won't have to sacrifice his beloved??

I pushed the sadness I felt to the back of my mind and continued eating.

I just have to survive this long enough to find a way out and find my sister.

I don't care about my mate and his rejection, —not really. 

Just as I finished eating, the door opened again. It was the same girl from before.

She threw a clean set of clothes on the dresser and turned to me with a glare, "Tidy up, I'll be back in ten minutes. The King has demanded your presence."

I stiffened, 

Already??

The maid narrowed her eyes at me, "You don't want to keep the king waiting." She added, as if sensing my hesitation. 

I nodded and went to the bathroom.   

I'd barely finished when the maid came back.

"Are you ready?" She questioned, eyeing me.

I nodded, "I'm Noreen, by the the way."

She paused and just stared at me, the suspicion in her eyes evident. 

"If we are stuck with each other, we might as well learn each other's name in the very least."

"Whatever," she murmured, "I'm Amber. Let's go."

She turned and left without waiting to see if I followed.

I hurried after her as she led the way to what I believe was Elion's study. 

She knocked twice on the door and scurried away.

"Come in!" Elion ordered from the other end of the door. 

I took a deep breath and pushed it open. 

Elion was there with two other men, crowded over a table.

"I'm here," I announced, maybe a little too loud, but I managed to maintain eye contact with Elion, momentarily forgetting about our audience.

"This is her?" One of the men spoke, jolting me back to reality.

The man came closer, stretching a hand, "I'm Teo. I'm glad to finally meet you."

I narrowed my eyes, "Finally?"

"Teo!" Elion called briskly, fixing Teo a stare.

Teo grinned and retracted his hands, "I'm the Beta. So if you need anything and can't get in touch with Elion, you can always come to me."

I nodded, giving him a small smile in return.

"Leave," Elion ordered, "Both of you."

Teo winked and pulled the other man out, leaving Elion and I. Alone.

I shifted uneasily on my feet as I stared at Elion, wondering what he wanted me for.

"The contract is ready," he said coldly, pointing to a file on his table and gesturing for me to come over.

I walked closer, a frown settling on my face as I stared at the bundle of paper on the table. 

"You prepared a contract, and this is it?" I questioned, just to be sure.

"Do you have a problem with that?" He countered, his voice dangerously low. 

"What if I don't sign and demand my freedom?"

He tilted his head, "Are you really asking me that? Do you have one million to pay me?"

"No..." I swallowed, picking up a pen and signing wherever necessary. 

Heck, I didn't even have a nickel.

This was hell but better than death. 

"There, all done." I told him, 

"What if," I continued, "By some chance or dumb luck, I can't get pregnant. What happens to me then?"

He smirked, "Let's hope we don't find out now, mascota."

I gulped down. 

It doesn't matter, I just need to find a way to escape from here. Get a perfect failure proofed plan before Elion finds out I don't have a womb.

"Alright then, you can go. Get familiar with your new home and prepare for the night."

"The night?" I echoed back.

"You can go, Mascota."

I gulped down and left, keeping my head high. I can't afford to appear weak.

It doesn't matter if I'm his sex slave or breeder or that I'm scared and freaked out by him, I'm still my own person, and I'd be damned if I let that be taken away from me, too.

By the way, what the heck was Mascota??

**

I focused on the clock, watching it tick by slowly in apprehension.

Occasionally, my heart skipped a beat whenever I remember where I was.

I was in Elion's bedroom, about to have my first night together with him, and for some weird reason, even though I was scared, a teeny part of me was excited.

He has a BDSM fetish according to—, well I just have to use that against him to bargain for my freedom.

I just have to pretend to go along with his atrocity.

BDSM needs bondage to be one. It's like the first rule.

The brothel taught me that.

Once I had him in bondage—chains, he would be ready to listen to me then.

He'd realize his mistake and how much he underestimated me.

It was three a.m. now, and Elion was a no-show.

I sighed deeply and rested my head on his pillow, a soft sigh– contented moan escaping my lips as his scent engulfed me.

Somewhere in my dreams, I felt the bed deepen and warm hands hugging me close to them. 

I was too tired to open my eyes. Besides, if it really was a dream, I didn't want to lose it, —the feeling. 

It was bliss and the best sleep I've ever had.

I stirred awake, feeling something cold on my hands and ankles.

I whipped my eyes open, ready to remove the discomfort. 

My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach in dread.

I'll do anything to go back to that dream than have Elion sitting on a chair across the bed and staring at me while he has my hands and feet tied to a bed post each.

My legs were wide apart, and even though I was fully clothed, I felt exposed and at his mercy.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way!!

Our roles were meant to be reversed, with him at my mercy!

I didn't say I want to be thoroughly fucked while in bondage, exploring pain and pleasure. It was his kink, not mine.

I tugged at the chains, willing them to set me free, but it was futile. 

I did the only thing I could in panic.

I screamed.

Elion chuckled as if enjoying the frightened look on my face and taking pleasure in my panic.

"Let me go, asshole!!" I yelled, thrashing against the bed and pulling at the chains. 

Maybe if I screamed enough, his betrothed would come to my rescue and suggest other ways I can be put to use. 

His eyes darkened, "No one is coming to save you, mascota. Yell all you want."

I glared daggers at him, " Let me go!! This wasn't the night I imagined. Why am I on the receiving end?"

"This room was specifically designed to meet my needs," He said coldly, a dangerous edge to his tone, "Besides, who are you calling to for help? Or did you forget this is my house, my pack and I own you."

"Please," I whimpered, "Let me go."

"Okay." He shrugged, "After we work on your manners," he stood, walking closer to the bed, "We'll work on that little mouth of yours later."

I narrowed my eyes at him.

Punishment?

Isn't that—

My eyes widened.

I opened my mouth to scream again, but the comment made concerning my mouth made me snap it shut.

Besides, he's right. Who can save me from him?

He rolled up his sleeves as he came closer, rolling a table of sex tools towards the bed.

My mouth went dry..

"No, please, no." I begged as he stopped beside the bed, staring down at my helpless form. 

"Don't do this..." I whimpered, "I'm sure I have other uses aside from being a sex slave."

"How else are you going to breed without sex?" He wriggled his brows. 

"No.... no" I screamed, he didn't listen.

He knelt down beside the bed and began loosening the buttons on my blouse.

My treacherous body burned under his touch, heat spread like wildfire throughout my body, settling more at the bottom of my stomach.

My butthole twitched and my core was warm.

I mentally frowned at myself. 

I am not attracted to this six foot five handsome demi god by my side with a scar on his forehead that seemed to accentuate his features even more. 

No, I am not. Yet my body's response to his touch was instant. 

That's not me!!

It had to be the bond. 

That's the only explanation. 

I need to stop this before it gets further.

Having sex for breeding is different fro... from this sexual atrocity!!

My blouse was opened now, leaving only the lacy bra I had on, shielding my breasts. 

"You probably don't want to do this with me. Are you forgetting I am your brother's ex?"