05 You Aren’t Worth Anything

Raina’s POV

They both looked at me, and I felt out of place.

"I apologise, Alpha and Luna. I will take my leave now if you allow me," I said, ready to leave.

"Stay," Tristan said with a very harsh tone. Normally, I should feel something was wrong, but I was used to the harsh words and treatment. So it was okay.

“Natasha told me you tried to hurt her in my home,” he said to me, and I already saw it coming.

“Do you have anything to say in your defence?” he asked as if he cared enough to even listen.

“No, alpha,” I said, not wanting to bother. I knew how this would go, and there was no winning for me.

“It seems you are yet to understand your station in this pack, Omega Raina,” he said letting me know my slave status. I didn’t speak a word.

"Natasha, please excuse us, I will soon be home," Tristan said gently, and she grumbled a bit, not wanting to leave. She wanted to be here for it.

I doubted she would be able to stomach what Tristan had in mind. I knew it would be sick and twisted. And it would end with me in agony. Sex might have been created for love and pleasure, but in my case, it was pain, something I would love to be without.

Tristan touched her hand gently and kissed her. Breaking away, her eyes were still closed as if he had taken her breath away. He smiled at her, and she reluctantly obliged. She walked past me but ensured she gave me a mean stare.

There was a time when his interactions with her might have gotten to me, but right now, I was numb. There was too much at stake to think of my feelings and regrets.

The moment she walked out, I didn't know what to expect. The entire room was silent, and I didn't know what Tristan would do. I dreaded it and waited for it.

"Where were you after dinner?" he asked me, and I didn't know what to say. He had never asked such questions before. Had someone ratted me out?

"Don't make me ask twice," he said with a cold tone, and I opted to be honest.

"I went to the slave's cells," I said, leaving out the food part.

"You didn't only defy my orders; you took them food," he completed for me, and I knew I was in big trouble.

"Do you think Dean would escape and make it all better?" he teased me.

“Take the pack and make you Luna just like you wanted? Just as you expected?" he asked, coming close towards me, and I shook my head.

Then he approached me and dragged me by my hair, pushing me towards the bed.

"You are yet to understand the situation, Slave," he breathed in my ear and nibbled the earlobe. He liked to turn me on before hurting me.

"Maybe I should help you understand what you are now," he said, and I knew what to expect. Knowing how hateful he was towards me and the amount of pain he would inflict in the end, I had to brace myself for it.

He began to bite my flesh most painfully. I dared not move, so I remained still and stifled my cries. I knew I would scream eventually.

"I will help you remember," he said.

I didn’t know what happened when he tore my dress and stepped away

"Take off the rags," he said. They were servant clothes, but his actions had turned them into rags.

I turned towards him and did as he said.

I knew he would get violent soon when he sees Dean's mark on my neck, but it was inevitable. I took off my clothes, and he looked at me as if I was nothing. He had hatred and disgust in his eyes. I bet he only fucked me to ensure Dean felt pain and knew what was happening. I knew that was his gain.

"I wonder what I saw in you back then. I wonder why the moon would tie me to an unappealing woman like you,” he said, referring to when we were together.

“It is true that the mate bond could make anyone blind. I have seen better-looking women since your rejection. I am grateful for it," he stated, but I didn't let his words get to me. I knew there was no hope where he was concerned.

Tristan approached me and made me look at him, bunching my hair in his fist at the back of my head, ensuring I wouldn’t be able to turn away.

“How does it feel to be unwanted, undesired, redundant? How does it feel to have your dreams shattered? Another woman taking a place you schemed, cheated, and ruined for?” he asked me, his face expressionless.

“Was that why you tried to hurt her? You laid your hand on my soon-to-be Luna. Do you think what I do with you is romantic, and you somehow have a claim on me? Telling her I am addicted to you,” he said, and my eyes widened with shock because that wasn’t true. I never said that. I thought I would be ready for this, but I deceived myself.

“You are nothing but a tool and a means to an end. You are nothing but a slave,” he said and held my hair harder, making it hurt. My eyes were on him, tears of pain, fear, and sorrow streaming down the sides. I didn’t make a sound. I couldn’t.