MY MATE

Ginne**

He stepped closer to the bed, his gaze never leaving my face. “Pathetic,” he said, voice drenched in contempt as he began to take off his clothes, “a feeble human could never be my mate.” 

I watched as confusion took hold over me, my breath hitching as he unbuckled his belt, letting his trousers fall to the floor. His boxers followed, and his erection sprang free, thick and veined.

 Mate?

The word rang through me like a prophecy and a curse. It made no sense—Lycans and humans could never become fated mates in Bleeding Rose Country. It was forbidden… There was no way something as absurd as this could ever happen.

I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin as he climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over mine. His mouth moved to my neck and kissed me there, his teeth grazing my flesh, sending shivers down my spine. His hands moved to my thighs, his thumbs stroking the soft skin, and he positioned himself between my legs.

He guided himself to my entrance, the head of his huge cock pressing against me. I gasped, the anticipation of the pain mingling with the confusion that still overwhelmed me from what he had just said. He pushed in, inch by inch, his eyes never leaving mine. I bit my bottom lip, trying to keep the whimper of pain from escaping.

Suddenly, he grabbed my neck with a firm grip, and with one powerful thrust, he slid deep into me. I screamed, the pain tearing through me like a knife. He didn’t stop, though, his hips moving with a force that was both terrifying and exhilarating. 

“I am the Alpha of the most powerful Pack in Bleeding Rose Country,” he murmured, then he thrust into me again, only this time it wasn’t hunger. It was rage. “Do you really think fate would tie me to you?”

A bitter laughter vibrated through his chest—a cold, cruel sound that echoed through the room. His cock was still inside me, stretching me wide, and I could feel him pulsing with restraint. He began to move his hips, faster this time, his eyes never leaving mine, each thrust sending pain that grew more intense as he moved. 

“Look at me,” he growled against my ear, “I said fucking look at me!”

I did. I couldn’t help it.

His eyes were wild — not with desire, but with fury, making sure that I saw every ounce of disgust he felt towards me. “You think fate has tethered me to this?” he sneered, sweeping his gaze down my body like I was filth on a floor, “To a weak creature who dances and bows at the feet of wolves?”

His strokes grew bolder and I found myself gripping the bedsheets beneath me, my body arching to meet his thrusts. “I have spilled blood and raised empires. And fate…dares to mock me with you?”

Each word dug under my skin, deeper than anything physical as his thrusts grew deeper, more furious, his grip on my hips tightening. “A pathetic human girl who would shatter if I breathed too hard?” He slammed into me, and I cried out, my body shuddering with each impact.

“Do you know what it means to be my mate?” he hissed, inches from my mouth, his hips slamming into mine, each thrust sending a jolt of pain that was quickly overtaken by a rising tide of pleasure.

I moaned, my nails digging into his skin. “I-I don’t know,” I whispered, my eyes squeezed shut. “I never wanted this to happen, I swear to you, Alpha.”

He stilled, his cock buried deep within me. “I reject you,” he leaned closer, lips brushing my ear so I could feel every venomous syllable. 

Pain ripped through me — not physical, but something far worse. A rupture in a place I didn’t know existed, as though a bond had been forged in fire only to be snapped in ice.

His smirk grew, “Look at me when I fuck you!” His voice thundered across the room. Then with a groan he began to move again, his strokes long and deep, filling me. The pain had subsided a bit, and in its place was a burning need that grew with every thrust.

I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze to see an unreadable expression on his face. For a moment, he didn’t move, his cock buried deep inside me. Then, with a low groan, he began to thrust again, his movements more urgent.

“You will not speak of this to anyone,” he commanded, his voice tight. “Do you understand?”

I nodded, my eyes never leaving his. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of his words. “I…I won’t speak of what happened to anyone.”

Varko's eyes searched mine, the rage in them making me feel like I was drowning. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on my neck. “Better not. Cause I’ll snap you in half if anyone apart from the both of us gets to know what happened here.”

I bit back the tears that threatened to spill, the reality of my bitter life sinking in. “I’ll keep my mouth shut,” I murmured, my mouth shaking.

Varkos chuckled, the sound low and mocking as he pushed into me again, and I gasped at the sensation, the pain mingling with pleasure. His strokes grew harder, more demanding, and I could feel the beginnings of something building inside me, something that scared me as much as it excited me.

When he reaches my chest, he grabs my left boobs between his fingers, sending jolts of sensation through me. 

“Oh…God.” I gasp.

Without warning, he slid a finger deep inside me, his thumb pressing my clit as he thrust into me. The pressure built, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me. “You’re going to take it all like he slut you are,” his teeth grazing my skin. “Every drop of me.”

I whimpered, my body tightening around him, the pleasure building again. His thumb continued to stroke my clit, the sensation making me feel dizzy. “Varkos,” I gasped, my nails digging into his back.

He responded with a low growl, his strokes becoming more erratic. I could feel the tension in his body, the strain of holding back his climax as his teeth sank into my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. “I’m going to fill you up,” he murmured. “You’re going to be so full of me.”

The words sent me over the edge again, my body convulsing around him. I screamed his name, my muscles spasming in ecstasy. He grunted, his movements growing more frantic.

“Fuck! I…I’m cumming!” He groaned, his voice tight with need. “Fuck!!!”

I felt his warm seed spurt inside me, filling me up in a way that was terrifying as his body tensed, his cock pulsing with each spurt of cum, and I could do nothing but hold on to him as he poured into me fully.

He pulled out of me slowly, his cum slipping out and staining the sheets. Then he stood up and began putting on his clothes one by one while I just lay there, completely rendered weak by him.

“You are nothing more than entertainment,” he scoffed, looking me up and down with a slow, deliberate sneer. “A distraction I sampled because I was bored.”

The words hit harder than the rejection itself, they didn’t just wound—they hollowed me out. He stepped into the hall, his laughter echoing like a curse as the door shut with finality, and silence swallowed the room.

I curled onto my side, arms wrapped around myself, as though it would help keep the pieces from spilling everywhere.

But the damage was already done.