He Had to Punish Me

Alejandra's POV

He threw the bottle unexpectedly, shattering it on the floor, then calmly walked toward me. My gaze was fixed on his feet stepping on the broken pieces of his bottle. There was a trail of blood there, and I could almost feel the other emotions he was experiencing.

There was anger, despair, and disappointment. What was really going on? Why do I feel like I'm in the same body as him?

He suddenly grabbed my arm, shoving me roughly and pinning me down beneath him. His gaze seemed to strip me bare, but not in a good way.

If he did it tonight, I was sure it was just a manifestation of his anger towards me.

He had to punish me for his mate's death.

"Tell me, Ale, what happened there?" he asked, startling me. "What were you doing and why did you kill her?"

"I... you believe I killed her, Kyle?" I asked back after stammering for a long time due to his absurd question. Me? Kill Lex? Has everyone gone crazy?

"Then whose dagger is this?" Kyle held up an object in his hand. There were dried bloodstains on it, and I remembered that it was the blood of one of the rogues who attacked us. The dagger was stuck in his arm before he managed to attack me. "Your birthmark is here. This... is yours, right?"

"It's mine, but I didn't kill her."

We were never close—not this close, at least, and for some reason, the desperate look in his eyes, the rise and fall of his chest showing his anger, and the warm breath that touched my skin caused a strange vibration in my chest.

A strange scent—not the familiar scent of his perfume, but something stronger and different—began to swirl in my nostrils. I didn't know what this feeling was, but it was really disturbing.

"Let me go, Kyle. I never meant to hurt her," I said firmly. He smiled crookedly, revealing two fangs that could have torn me apart right then and there. However, he didn't. "What reason would I have to do that?"

"Because you're jealous of her."

"Not at all. I know I'm not better than her. She's... she's perfect, while I'm not."

"You're right. And she has a perfect man like me, while you, who's always wanted me, can only stare blankly at us making love. Why didn't you leave then?"

"What?"

"Don't pretend you don't know, Ale. You watched us make love from beginning to end, then what? Did you touch yourself afterwards?"

"Shut up!"

He was right. I saw them doing it and my chest hurt. I never believed that Lex and Kyle were mates because I felt it... the feeling I feel now... I've felt it for a long time and when I asked Mom, she said that it was a mate sign.

It's impossible for an Alpha to mate with two women, right? There's never been a case like this before, or am I just unaware?

"I... it was an accident."

"Liar! You enjoyed it. I know it."

"How could you know?" I challenged. If he said he felt what I felt, it meant... we really were mates. But what about Lex? Wasn't Lex Kyle's mate?

"You're right. The one I felt enjoying it was Lex. It was great sex, and you look like this..." He smirked again, making me feel even lower. "Say you want me."

Kyle's gaze suddenly softened, making me gasp.

"Say you murdered Lex because you wanted me!" he snapped, grabbing my wrist.

"I. Never. Killed her!" I said. "I wanted you—yes! But I never murdered my sister!"

"Liar!"

Kyle pulled at the evening gown I was wearing, leaving a wide tear that exposed my chest, and greedily—or perhaps in a fit of rage—he ripped it all off, leaving nothing on me.

He took off his clothes, forcing me to give him access to enter me, but I refused. Everyone had warned me that the first time would be almost like dying, and they were right.

Kyle thrust his manhood inside me roughly, causing an incredible sensation of tearing and pain. I couldn't move because he held my hands tightly and continued to thrust it inside me.

I screamed loudly, begging him to stop. He didn't budge but continued. Relentlessly. Mercilessly.

Then, not long after the torture began, several women entered without knocking. They were wearing the same evening gowns as me, walked towards Kyle, and took over my role.

Kyle, lustfully caressing those women. In front of me. Without feeling, because he never had any for me.

I turned my face away. The pain was intense, like sharp nails clawing at my heart and squeezing it until it almost burst. However, Kyle signaled to the women to come closer to me, pull me onto the bed, and tie me there.

"No, Kyle, let me go!" I screamed, feeling my chest start to heat up from Kyle's touch on the hostesses.

Kyle didn't seem to care. He continued to kiss and fondle the women, and his final words brought me even more pain.

"Tonight is our wedding night, Alejandra. Yes. But now it's your turn to be the audience. Watch what we do and you can't look away for even a second," he said, sounds heartless.

And the nightmare began with unbearable pain as I had to watch Kyle have sex with those women all night long.

The pain wasn't just in my intimate area from what he had done a few minutes earlier, but it spread to my chest with a burning sensation that made me keep moaning, begging Kyle to let me go, but he never cared.

He did it tonight, tomorrow, and for several nights afterward, with me... as the spectator.