Chapter 5: Keeran Nightwind

Raven’s Point of View

Four months after:

Keeran Nightwind.

 That's the name of the man who bought me for half a million dollars. He owns a multimillion-dollar clothing industry and buildings in the United Kingdom.

He's 28, a strong and ruthless Alpha of Crescent Pack, the largest one in the UK. He was cursed not to have a mate. That's why he bought me. He needs to have an heir. He made sure I knew where I stood when he forced me. 

“I need to make my money worth, Raven, and you better make it right.” 

"Raven," Jewel said, her eyes soft, and she looked down at the ground from where she stood in the doorway. She's afraid of him. I stare down at her, then I look back down at my hands.

"Alpha Keeran wants you in his room." My stomach churned at the sound of her voice in my ears. I didn't move. I didn't even flinch.

He calls for me when he's angry. He hurts me sometimes, and other times he tries to be easy with me. I stood from the bed, hatefully brushing past Jewel.

I hate this. I keep having to give myself up to a man that I do not love. He isn't my mate, nor was he the man that I want to marry. He was a sadist, and when I refused to go his way, he would go ballistic that even his pack members were too afraid of him.

This was River and Reina’s fault. If it weren’t for their betrayal, I wouldn’t be in this situation. 

I'm angry at myself. I was too nice, and this is how I'm repaid. I should have fought harder, I should be fighting harder. Yet, how can I without the wolf I had? She’s too weak right now and didn’t accept the betrayal. She refused to help at this moment and I understand. Part of my was at fault. I should have listened to her when she felt something was wrong to 

River and I’s bond.

She hated me for what I'm doing. The drugs had nearly killed her off, and when Keeran took advantage of me the first time, she hadn't come back. She had given up.

I step down the hallway. The wooden floors are cold, and it makes my feet freeze. I cross my arms over my chest, and when I get to Keeran’s door, I pause.

 I push the door open and listen to it creak as it does. He's standing by his closet, he glances towards me, and I shut the door behind me.

His hair is wet against his head, making his black hair look darker than it is. He's only wearing a pair of shorts.

Keeran was a very confusing man. His hair isn't long, it's a decent length. He has a set of striking blue eyes, which is odd considering his hair color. He's tall. Nearly 6'9 and he has a sleeve of tattoos.

I step over to him, I always have to do this, to satisfy him. I reach up, wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss him softly.

It disgusts me. But I don't want what happened before to happen again.

He kissed me back, his hands grabbed hold of my hips, and he broke away from the kiss and pressed his lips down against my chest. I inhale, push my fingers through his hair, and pull his face close to my body.

I let out a breath. Try not to think about what's happening. And most of all, who it's happening with.

I had always just been with River up until this point in my life. If I could change that, it would still only be him, but his betrayal. I close my eyes.

I feel my body being laid against the bed. I keep my eyes closed, his lips connect to mine again only briefly. There's a single spot on my body that he hadn't kissed. That is, where River has marked me temporarily.

I squeeze my eyes shut and cry out when he pushes himself into me. He's a lot bigger than River was, in height, muscles...everything. But he's not the man I want to be with.

My back arches off the bed. Keeran held my body still, keeping me from moving too fast and making me hurt myself, and so that I don't get too far away from him.

A few tears form in my eyes as he keeps burying himself into me. He's being gentle. His hands dig into my waist, his lips connect to mine to keep me a little quieter.

He pushed harder the next time, my hands grip his back, and my nails dig deep into his skin. I just want this over with.

As much as I hate it, Keeran kept locking our hips together, and eventually, it built pressure in my lower abdomen.

"Keeran, I'm about to-" I warn him. He mumbles a little okay and kisses the base of my neck.

Suddenly, I feel him release into me. I shift uncomfortably, my own ball of pressure is now gone, and the smell of sex is in the air. I hate it.

I sit up, re-wrap my robe around my body, and walk out of the room and back to my own as if nothing happened.

I don't eat the food sitting on the dresser when I get back in the room, instead, I simply crawl into bed and cry myself to sleep. I remembered my first night here,

"Take off your clothes." Keeran sneered. He's beyond angry, it's only my first week here. I just look at him, his face is red.

"No!" I yell, holding onto my clothes even tighter. He huffs, grabs me, and tugs off my shirt while I fight him for it.

"I just spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on you, I am for damn sure doing what I want with you," He snapped.

"Please! No, I have a mate, please don't do this!" I beg. Keeran growled, pushing me into the bed. I hold my hands up, trying to stop him. This makes him even angrier.

"You're not his anymore, you're mine!" He snaps. I can see his wolf coming out, "Take off that bloody ring too." He ripped the ring from my finger and tossed it across the room.

"Please don't do this," I beg him as he tears the clothes from my body. My eyes squeeze shut, and all I can do is try to push him away. It doesn't work, and he has his way with me.