Humiliation

Marielle's POV

After crying my eyes out in the restroom, I move to the locker room to change out of the suffocating cheerleading uniform. I joined the squad because of Rylan—because I loved him so much that I wanted to cheer for him while he played. But not anymore. I’m dropping out with immediate effect. I can’t stand seeing him on the ice and Mirena in the squad.

My hands fumble with the buttons as I slide the shirt off my body and throw it onto the floor. My eyes can’t help drifting toward the full-length mirror in the room, and Rylan’s words echo again in my head.

Fatty. Tight little cunt.

Oh Moon…

I force back another set of tears threatening to spill.

I try to resist the voice echoing in my head that I’m ugly and no man in his right senses would ever choose me like they said, but I can’t. My hands drift lower and grab the folds of my stomach, the swell of my breasts, and my thick arms.

Fuck…

I quickly turn away from the mirror because if I stay there a little longer… I might completely break down.

I pull off my skirt and am about to retrieve my clothes from the locker when I suddenly feel large hands grabbing my breasts.

I stiffen as immense fear grips me. “Oh—”

A hand presses hard against my lips to muffle the sound threatening to spill out.

“Hey, fatty,” he purrs, his breath warm against my ear. “Chill out.“

Rylan?!

What the actual fuck….

Summoning all my strength and fueled by the anger boiling inside me, I shove his hands away from my body. I step back from him, quickly grab my shirt, and press it against my chest.

“What the hell are you doing?“ I growl, backing against the cool metal locker—it bites into my skin… but it doesn’t matter. I just want this asshole far away from me. “Did you miss your way or something?“

Rylan’s lips curl into a devilish smirk while his dark, hungry eyes stay fixed on my exposed thighs. This is the same way he has always looked at me—like I’m nothing but his prey, but the foolish me thought it was love.

“Relax, Elle.“

His voice is disgustingly sweet—that nickname used to make my heart skip a beat before, but not anymore. I can’t even smell him anymore either.

“Relax? You humiliated and rejected me out there… and now you want me to relax? Get out this minute,” I thunder, gesturing toward the door.

Rylan rolls his eyes. “Fine, I’ll leave.“ He extends his phone toward me. “I just wanted to show you something.“

My brows furrow in confusion, but I take it anyway. “So why are you giving me this?“ I resist the urge to throw the device against the wall.

“Play the video.“ He folds his arms and scoffs. “Let’s see if you can still run your mouth like that.“

My chest pounds as I click on the screen. The content of the video feels like a bucket of cold water being drenched over my face.

In the video, I am lying on the bed, naked with my thighs spread apart while moaning his name.

How did he get this….

My thoughts trail off when the memory hits me like a sledgehammer.

I sent him this video myself a month ago when he was away from the college on pack duties. He had complained about how much he missed me and requested the video to keep himself company. And of course, my foolish self sent it without a second thought.

My hands tremble, and the device slips from my fingers, hitting the floor with a loud thud. Sweat breaks out across my skin despite the fully air-conditioned room.

Rylan lets out a cold laugh as if he is enjoying every bit of my devastation. “Oh, Elle…” he sneers. “How are you suddenly quiet now?“

I blink repeatedly and swallow hard in a futile attempt to calm the storm raging inside me. “What… should I do… with this video?“ I stammer.

He steps closer and snatches the shirt from my chest, leaving me standing there in only my bra and panties. “The thing is, your sister can’t measure up to you in bed… so I still want a taste of you whenever I want. I can’t get over that addictive Omega scent that easily.“

So… Mirena and Rylan have been sleeping together before now, and I never realized it.

Yeah… I have a highly seductive and addictive scent of pine and jasmine—enough to make even the strongest Alpha go feral, especially on the night of the full moon when I’m in heat.

Rylan’s fingers trail slowly down my cleavage. “Your pussy would be mine. Forever.“

A mix of rage and disgust swirls violently inside me, and I don’t realize when my hand connects sharply against his face with a loud slap.

“Get lost.“

Rylan clenches his fists and flashes his beastly eyes at me. His fangs elongate and press against his lower lip. His Alpha aura almost makes my knees buckle.

For a moment, I fear he might shift and rip me apart, but he doesn’t. Instead, he steps back and picks up the phone.

“One button, Marielle,” he whispers, holding the device up—the screen is already shattered, but the video is still playing and my moans still echo through the room. “And the entire hockey team—hell, the entire school—will see what you look like while moaning my name like the slut that you are.“

My stomach drops. “No… no,” I mutter as tears stream down my cheeks. I lunge at him to take the phone, but he steps back, and I stumble hard onto the floor. I gasp from the pain that shoots through my knees; they are already bruised.

Rylan crouches lower in front of me. “Stop being pathetic, fatty,” he spits, every word laced with disdain. If he hates me so much… shouldn’t he feel disgusted touching me too? “You should be happy I even still find you worthy, because of course… no man would ever want to be with someone like you again—someone who has been used and dumped by someone like me.“

Helplessly, I stare at him.

Yeah… he is right.

I am already at a disadvantage because of my weight, and now that he has humiliated me like this… it really feels like game over for me.

“So here’s the deal,” he continues. “You’re mine whenever I want you. No questions, no excuses. My dirty little secret. Or your video becomes the college’s new favorite entertainment.“

“Do you understand?“ he growls, his hand slipping into my bra as he pinches harshly at my nipple.

I gasp from the foolish shivers his touch still sends down my spine.

“Do you understand?“ He twists harder before pressing his thumb over it as if soothing the pain—just the way he used to whenever we were together.

“Yes,” I cry out, nodding desperately.

“Good.“ He stands up. “I’ll send for you anytime I need you, and if you delay by even a minute… boom, your video goes live.“

Then he turns and walks out of the room, slamming the door loudly behind him.

I sit on the cold marble floor, pressing a trembling palm against my face. The echo of his threats burns through my skull, louder than the laughter from the rink.

His dirty little secret.

But beneath my pain and helplessness… something else burns.

I won’t let him chain me to his side—no… not without a fight.

It can be anyone else but definitely not Rylan Ward.

I refuse to become his whore.