Zara
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months as I waited for my unsure mate. Did he not want me, and why did he tell me not to tell anyone? Was he embarrassed of me? Will he reject me? I continued with the what ifs; I did not expect him to care; no one ever did, and that was, unfortunately, my reality. I was back in the Alpha's Court,in the room I used to have as a child; the images of laughter in this room remained in my head. I stood close to the mirror, which gave me a view of the scar on my back from being whiped; the ointment made it heal faster and less painful than when it was fresh. There were rumors that I was whoring myself with the Alpha of the Regans after Vulvan left me in the room, and Savik heard them. When Savik asked what had happened between us, I told him the whole truth, with the exception of Vulvan being my mate. Of course, he did not believe me, so he sent the whipsmen to punish me; two whips were enough to knock me out. The following morning, I woke up in my old room with my back hurting. I have been in here for a month now, and Savik does not trust me, which is why he locked me up. He knows I am hiding something, and I would flee if given the chance. I can not even take the chance of telling him that Vulvan is my mate because he would never let me leave. It hurts to see my only family treating me this way; I would make excuses for his cruel behaviour toward me, hoping that one day he would change and accept me. A tear fell down my cheeks as I looked at the pictures on the wall, the four corners of this room reminded me of fun childhood memories, but now it is just measery. The key jingled on the other side of the door as the lock was opened. I quickly wiped away my tears, and then a girl walked in, holding a dress and other cosmetic sets, and I frowned in confusion. "What is this?" I asked Ignoring my questions, she said, "Alpha Savik has asked to see you, he is at the Hall waiting," and walked out of the room. The sound of Savik wanting to see me sent a chill down my spine, and I began to panic. what did Savik want now? because I always return with bruises when he asks to see me. I quickly arranged myself and left the room. on getting I saw where Savik was standing, i wonder if he was heading somewhere because he was standing there looking his best. "Darling sister," he said, reaching out to me. "Darling"? Amused, I said. I was hardly aware of what was going on because I had been locked in for weeks. Was there a party going on? The wall was being decorated. "What is going on?" I asked His face shifted. He pauses for a moment before his expression shifts to one of seriousness. "Why didn't you tell me Vulvan was your mate?" I was cut on surprise by words, and every hair on my body stood on end. "I...I.....". He grabbed my hair before I could say anything, and the more I struggled, the tighter his grip got. It hurt so much that I was already crying. "Savik, please don't do this, I promise I didn't know," I lied. "shut up you bitch, you think I wouldn't find out, now listen to me and listen carefully". Then, with my head still pounding from the pain, he roughly released my hair. "Since Vulvan is your mate, you are going to make things easier for me and for the Good of Edwood pack," I frowned in confusion, he then grabbed a small bottle containing a white substance from his pocket. "What exactly do you mean?" I said, looking at the strange bottle. "This is a powdered aconite, and you will use it to get rid of Vulvan." My eyes widened in disbelief, and my jaw dropped. I took a slow step back, but he grabbed my arm because he was too qiuk. "Please, I can not do this, please, Savik, please." "I do not care. You will do as I say, and that is final." "What made you believe I would do it? Vulvan is my mate, and what if he finds out? huh, he will come for my head, not just mine, but yours." I manage to suppress all of my anger. "What did you say?" His jaw tightened, and his fiery eyes glared at me. I stood tall, lifted my chin, and did not care if he was angry."Well, let me rephrase: your plan is stupi...." My words were cut short as his palm came into contact with my cheeks; strands of hair fell across my flushed cheeks, and I could taste the tang of metallic blood on the side of my lips. He made a sadistic laugh. "Vulvan is my mate," he mimicked my words, "Awwwwn that's so sweet, 'laughs' what makes you think he gives a shit about you, He has been with different women and you do not stand a chance, he is probably going to fuck you and dump you afterwards." His words cut deep like a spare thrown at me, and a part of me believed him. I stood there, not knowing what to say when he spoke again. "Unless you want to be his whore forever, you might as well end it right away," he said, placing the poison in my hands. "Bringing out your Alpha side will not help you; you are an omega and should stay that way," he said and roughly grabbed my chin to look at him. "Make sure you finish what is in the bottle; I give you two months; if I do not hear any good news, I will find you and make sure you get the suffering you deserve." With tears in my eyes, I looked into his eyes and realized how much he hated me; he meant every word he said and would do it without hesitation. "Why do you hate me so much?" He looked at me as if disgusted by my question. "That is not important now, I am sure you have seen the dress, go fix yourself up, look your best so Vulvan does not change his mind and reject you at first sight," he tried to leave but stopped again and said in a warning stone. "One more thing: I will have my guards chop off your tongue the next time you speak to your Alpha in that way." Then he turned to leave. I was holding the poison in my hands and looking at the dress on my bed. I had to decide whether to take this poison and put an end to everything right away or to fix my bruised face, put on a smile, and act as though nothing had happened. His words continued to play in my head; he was correct that Vulvan would never accept me; no one ever accepted me for who I am, so what made me think Vulvan would be different.Zara's pov.I shifted uncontrollably on the bed. My buttocks still ached, but it was much better than before. It must be purple by now.I could still clearly remember how his hands came in contact with my soft skin. It hurt—but a part of me was burning to be touched elsewhere. It was shameful to admit that, despite the pain, something inside me responded to him.I just couldn’t stop thinking about him. Everything in this room reminded me of him. His pillows smelled just like him. I didn’t like the fact that he left me all by myself in here.He sure had an effect on me, and now that he said I’d be staying in his room, it only did more harm than good. How was I going to live a day in this space without the urge to do something crazy? Or worse, without him making moves on me.That wouldn’t even be a bad idea... What the hell is wrong with you, Zara? He may be tall, handsome, and have a large—statement—in between his legs, but it hasn’t gotten to this. I scolded myself silently, trying to
Vulvan's pov.She froze for a second before ignoring me. “I’m not in the mood for your games, Vulvan.”I stood, crossed the room in two strides, and grabbed her wrist, spinning her to face me. The towel slipped slightly. My breath caught.She glared at me, chest heaving, lips trembling. But not from fear. From rage. From the maddening confusion I planted in her heart.“You don’t get to decide when the game ends, Zara. Only I do.”She snatched her hand away and stepped back. “You keep pushing, and one day I’ll push back hard enough you won’t like it.”I smirked, stepping forward again. “Good. Fight me. Push me. Scream at me. Just don’t ignore me.”She blinked. Her breath hitched.I leaned in, voice dropping, “I don’t want your silence, Zara. I want your screams. I want your curses. Your fists if it comes to that. Anything but silence.”“Why?” she snapped. “So you can feel powerful? So you can control me like some puppet? I said I was sorry, Vulvan. You’ve punished me enough. How much m
Vulvan's pov.I smiled, looking at what I had done to her body. It was sure gonna pain, and I wanted her to think of me every time it stung. I was the one who inflicted that pain on her, and I was far from done. I will be the only one to give her pain—and the only one to treat her afterwards. I would've continued, but I had to stop, so the pain wouldn't be too much by the next day for her next punishment."I'm done. Also, use it at night. It'll reduce the pain and redness," I said, helping her sit up. She looked at me with so much anger. If only she knew what was coming her way next, she would wipe off that look on her face and be grateful i stopped."I'll have something brought up to you so you can eat. You must be starving after all that alcohol you consumed," I added. She rolled her eyes at me.I shrugged. "What?""I want to go to my room. I'll have it there. I need a shower and some new clothes," she said, looking at herself. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, realising sh
I turned to look at him with teary eyes, hoping he’d have mercy. But it only made his smirk grow deeper. It gave him more reason.Spank!His hand came in contact with my skin—harder this time—leaving a sting like the rest. It was just spanking. I told myself I wouldn't cry, but I became a crying mess. I felt violated. Treated like a child being punished.“Please, I…” my voice cracked.“Does it hurt?” he asked, placing his hand on my neck and turning my face toward him.“Yes, please just stop. It’s hurting really bad.”“Good,” he said coldly. “That’s what I want to hear. I’m not halfway done with you yet. Begging me is just a waste of time.”I adjusted myself on him, barely able to sit properly. “How many are you planning on giving me?” I asked the one question that had been lurking in my mind.He adjusted himself too, holding me steady with firm hands.“Hmmm… it depends,” he said thoughtfully. “I guess… as many as my heart wishes—until I’m satisfied.”I wiped the tears streaming down
zara's pov.woke up unusually early with an unsettling feeling in my stomach. It felt like I was about to throw up. My head throbbed painfully, and my whole body ached. Everything hurt. I couldn’t remember much of anything.But then, I felt his gentle hands on me.He calmed me down, gave me some medication, and softly whispered something I couldn’t quite catch but found comfort in. His voice was low, loving, and safe. I felt secure again. With his arms wrapped around me, I drifted back to sleep for the second time.Later that day, I stretched and yawned. The pain in my body was gone. No more headache. My tummy didn’t hurt anymore, either. I felt refreshed and oddly relaxed.I reached across the bed with my hands, but a wave of disappointment hit me—Vulvan wasn’t there.After spending a few more minutes refusing to get up, I finally sat up and opened my eyes—and immediately locked eyes with a piercing pair of emerald green ones. He was sitting on the couch across from the bed, shirtles
Vulvan's pov.woman here was driving me crazy. Every time we hit a speed bump, she would bounce—her hips pressing hard against my growing bulge. Her breasts were nearly spilling out of her dress, right there in full display, and I couldn’t bring myself to look away. I loved the view. The car had an inbuilt divider separating the driver from the back seat. I wouldn’t want another man staring at what was mine.The car came to a halt, finally indicating we were home. I took off my suit jacket and used it to cover her exposed chest. It took a bit of effort to adjust it right to make sure she was decently covered before we stepped out.“Hold on tight,” I told her as I placed my hand on her tummy. She let out a painful groan, but it wasn’t too loud. I didn’t think much of it—maybe she was exaggerating. Drunk people do that a lot.As soon as we entered, we were met by Dax. He had a smirk on his face.“Oh hey Dax!” she screamed, loud and clear—right into my ear. I turned to glare at her. Why