Sold To Another

I didn’t even have time to breathe before the car doors slammed shut behind me.

The drive felt endless. My heart pounded with every turn the wheels made. I looked out the window, but I wasn’t really seeing anything. My head was too full of noise. I had already lost everything. My home. My name. My mate.

Now, I was being taken to a man who might do worse than all the rest. A man who might not stop until he broke every piece of me.

When the car stopped, the door flew open, and I was yanked out without warning. My bare feet hit the cold stone driveway, and I nearly fell.

I had survived Uncle Greg. I had survived Caden’s rejection.

Maybe I could survive this too.

But deep inside, I wasn’t sure. Could I really make it through under another Alpha’s control? Maybe another cruel one?

They dragged me into a huge house. It was beautiful, like something out of a dream, but everything about it felt cold and wrong.

Then I saw him.

He stood at the top of the stairs, hands tucked in his pockets, staring at me like he had been waiting.

He was tall. His body was strong, like he could crush anything that displeased him. He wore a calm smile, but it didn’t feel friendly. It chilled my blood.

“So,” he said as he started to walk down the stairs slowly, “you’re the girl the almighty Alpha Caden rejected?”

His voice was smooth. But there was something deadly about his tone.

I didn’t answer.

His eyes stayed on mine the whole time. He didn’t blink. By the time he reached the last step and stood in front of me, I felt like he had already taken me apart without even touching me.

“I’m Mason Blackwell,” he said. “Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack. And you are?”

I lifted my chin a little. My knees were weak, but I forced myself to speak.

“Cassie.”

He repeated my name slowly, like he was tasting it. “Cassie.”

Then he gave me a smirk that wasn’t kind.

“Do you know why I bought you?” he asked.

I shook my head.

He let out a short laugh. “Because I wanted to know what kind of girl could make the cold Alpha of the Redfang Pack lose control.”

“I didn’t make him lose anything,” I said quietly, my voice hoarse. “He rejected me.”

“Oh, I know,” Mason said, walking slowly around me. Like a lion circling something weak. “But my spy told me you stirred something in him. Something even he couldn’t control. That makes you very useful to me.”

I stayed silent. What was I supposed to say?

He stopped in front of me again.

“Listen closely,” Mason said. “I’m not like Caden. I don’t play games. I bought you. That means you belong to me now.”

He stepped forward and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

“But I’m not saying this just to scare you,” he added. “I want you to understand something. Caden and I are enemies. And I’m going to use you to destroy him.”

My heart beat faster. “You think he cares what happens to me?”

Mason’s smile turned cruel. “Oh, he cares, Cassie. You’re the only crack in his stone heart.”

He shoved me lightly, but hard enough to make me step back.

“From now on, you will stay beside me,” he said. “You’ll smile when I tell you. You’ll wear what I choose. You’ll be seen with me, touched by me, and claimed by me.”

I stared at him. “No. I don’t want that.”

He laughed darkly. “You think you have a choice?”

Of course I didn’t. I knew I didn’t. But that didn’t mean I was going to let him say whatever he wanted without a fight. I wasn’t a thing. I wasn’t a toy to pass around.

He turned to the maids and gave a command.

“Clean her up and send her to my room.”

My stomach turned.

“No. I won’t go to your room,” I said, louder than I meant to.

He turned back to me. His smile vanished like smoke.

“What did you just say?”

“I said no,” I repeated, my heart thudding. “I’m not your toy. I won’t be laid out on your bed like some toy.”

His hand moved so fast I didn’t even see it coming.

His palm struck my face, loud and sharp. The sting burned through my skin, and I stumbled back a step.

“You belong to me,” he growled. His voice was deep and angry. “And I’ll teach you to respect me.”

I didn’t reply.

His guards grabbed me and pulled me away while he watched without blinking.

They pushed me into a room and slammed the door shut behind me.

I sat on the cold floor, my hand on my cheek. It was already swelling. The pain throbbed, but not as much as the anger rising inside me.

I hate him. I hate Caden. I hate Uncle Greg. I hate every last one of them.

But I won’t break.

I won’t let them win.

They want to see me fall apart. They want to see me beg.

I won’t give them that.

I wiped the tear from my cheek and stood slowly.

My body was shaking, but I was still standing.

Then I heard the sound of footsteps outside.

I already knew who it was.

When the door opened, Mason stepped inside.

His dark eyes were locked on me, and the look on his face said everything.

He couldn’t wait to break me.

"Take off your clothes," he said in a low voice. He did not need to shout because he knew I would obey, because I didn't have a chance.

My fingers paused at the hem of my dress. But slowly, I pulled the dress over my head and let it fall to the floor. My breathing was shaky, but I kept my face calm and unreadable.

Mason’s eyes moved over me, like he was already enjoying the show from my naked body.

"On the bed now, face down."

I climbed onto the bed slowly and laid flat, my heart pounding so loud I thought he could hear it. His steps were slow, as he made my skin shiver from so much fear.

"You know what I like, Cassie," he paused, as his hand moved along my bare back. "You know how to obey rather than disobey. I applaud your uncle for a job well done."

I bit my lip like it would spill blood, but stayed silent.

He spread my thighs roughly and pressed his fingers against me, teasing me slowly. He did not touch where most men would, but rather, my other hole. His breath was hot on my neck as he leaned closer.

"Say it," he whispered. "Say you want me to take you here."

I clenched my teeth from the pain his fingers were giving me in the place, but I said nothing.

He growled, pushing his oiled finger against my tight butthole, making me gasp from the sudden pressure and pain.

"You won’t say it?" he teased, slowly forcing me open up, his other hand holding my hip tight, hurting me. But I hid my pain by replacing it with a hard expression, while biting the inside of my mouth to keep from crying. 

"Even when your body is already letting me in so sweetly?" He said, but I said nothing as I dug my nails into the sheets, forcing myself to endure, even when the stretch and the strange pleasure made my head spin in terrible pain.

But I would never let him see me break.

Mason’s patience ran thin so he said. "Still pretending you don’t like this, huh Cassie? Still acting all cold, uh?"

I shivered when he pulled his finger out and without warning, I felt him pressing his already hard cock at my entrance.

He pushed in, hard. My breath caught. It was sharp, painful, and felt too much to bear. I bit the inside of my lip until I tasted blood, because I didn't want to make a sound. He'll think I was enjoying his dirty act.

Mason groaned like an animal behind me. His hands gripped my hips as he dragged me back onto him and started to thrust into me roughly and deep.

"Take it, Cassie. Take all of me," he growled.

His pace was fast and hard, as his body slapped against mine in an unnatural sound. The pain mixed with pleasure that I did not want to show.

"You feel so good like this, huh," he hissed. "So tight, so hot, and you still want me to believe you don’t like it?"

I shut my eyes tight, breathing hard, but my face stayed cold, while tears streamed down my cheeks. Hot.

His hand grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so he could lean closer to my ear, his breath was rough and fast.

"I want you to beg and moan. So stop pretending you don’t like it when your body is already so wet for me?"

His other hand slid under me, while his fingers rubbed onto my clit. 

"Look at you," he said, his voice sounding thick. "Your body is telling me a different thing while your face shows another."

I whimpered without meaning to and bit my lip harder to stay quiet.

"You are mine, Cassie. Every part of you. Even the parts you try to hide from me."

He thrusts harder and deeper inside me. His fingers rubbed faster, drawing circles on my clit, until sharp pleasure built inside me, twisting and growing.

I was shaking as my body tightened around him. I could not stop it.

"Come for me Cassie," he ordered. "Show me how much you need this."

I bit my lip, trying to hold it back, but my body gave up. The release hit me so hard that more tears burst out of my eyes.

Mason groaned deeply as he drove into me harder, chasing his own release until he stilled and spilled inside me.

When he let me go, I dropped onto the bed with a thud. I felt used and miserable, struggling to control my hard breathing.

I turned my face away from him and forced myself to keep a straight face, even though my skin was still burning.

His hand slowly slid down my back.

"You can keep pretending you hate it, Cassie," he said softly. "But your body already belongs to me now. I paid for it without your mate knowing."

****

Days passed quickly and soon turned into weeks. I stayed close to Mason, just like he wanted. He took me everywhere and touched me like I was his new toy, always making sure everyone saw it.

I hated his hands on me, but I started to understand that he was after power and loved to be in control. 

He enjoyed seeing me suffer, because I was his enemy's mate. And he loves watching me cry so I stopped giving him the pleasure of seeing me break under his torture.

When he touched me, I no longer flinched like I used to. And when he kissed my neck in front of people, I did not pull away, which confused him.

It made him push harder and play rougher, just to make me surrender. But I won't give him that satisfaction he needed. Never.