CHAPTER 5

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"W-what do you want?" 

"It's the full moon," he turned to me, "and I noticed that you didn't come to my chambers so I came to see why." 

"I just got back from work and I'm exhausted," I said, my gaze fixed on him. 

Derek started to get off my bed and walk to me. Each step he made fueled up disgust in my system, I felt like charging at him and snuffing life out of him, but I relaxed, knowing it was impossible. An Omega like me had no strength compared to a wolf of the Alpha bloodline. 

Derek would kill before I even made a threatening move at him. 

He pointed at my luggage, "why is that packed?" He asked.

"I don't think that should be any of your business." 

"Lousy bitch," He mumbled with a scoff, "let me guess, this is probably ready because on your twentieth birthday tomorrow, you plan to escape from here?" 

Instantly, a cold shiver ran down my spine, and soon, my entire body started to quiver. 

Derek smirked, noting my body response. 

"I see you really believed that a wolf like you can successfully leave the pack when you turn twenty, didn't you?" He further teased. 

My mouth constantly opened and closed but my vocals couldn't produce any sound. Again, he enjoyed my state of uncertainty.

Who would have expected that this inhuman monster was my destined mate from the moon goddess? 

It's been two years already but the memory was still very fresh in my head. 

It was my eighteenth birthday and under the rare crescent moon, Derek and I located each other as partners. This same wolf who had just brutally murdered my only friend and discarded my pleadings turned out to be my mate.  

Of course, he rejected me in an instant, and I, not willing to be linked with someone so cruel, accepted his rejection without hesitation. Since then, I bore and endured the agonizing pain of a broken partnership.

 Despite that, I didn't regret my decision. I would rather bear a pain ten times stronger than be mated to a person like Derek. 

He was my abuser and I couldn't produce one good memory that I had with him. 

Right from childhood, Derek bullied and tortured me. Not for once, did he ever treat me like a living thing. 

Before Derek got to me, I stepped away from him. 

"I can't do anything for you tonight, I'm exhausted and need to rest. Please, leave my room." 

Derek's face hardened, "you can't leave here, Ellen," he revealed, "I mean you can but I will never allow it. You will never be able to escape from here."

"And who are you to decide that? I should be able to make that decision for myself once I turn twenty." 

I tried to sound confident but I could already tell that I failed because Derek immediately burst into a peal of mockery laughter. 

"You're different from other wolves, the law is different for a wolf like you. Also, in a few hours from now, I will be crowned Alpha. Do you think the law will remain the same? You think a wolf like you will be free?" 

I blinked rapidly, fighting back my tears. 

"If you hate me so much, why do you want me to stay?" 

"Because I want to ensure that you suffer, I want to see you in pain, Ellen. It gladdens me. Also," he paused, reached and easily grabbed my arm, pulling me closer to himself. He forced my palm open and placed it on his already stiff and hard cock. "I need someone to fuck when I am bored and please me in every way, whenever I desire. And you are that pleasure toy, Omega."  

I swallowed an invisible lump, staring up at his towering height. Even though I was an Omega and considered the weakest wolf, Derek never ceased to come to me to satisfy his sexual hunger, especially on nights with full moons. In times like this, he was senselessly aroused and would for some reason leave his girlfriend, Mira, and seek my satisfaction.

Regardless, I tried to wriggle out of his grip but he was much stronger as expected, he held me closer until our bodies were contacted and forced his lips on mine. I pursed my lips and one hard pinch on my side, easily gave him the entrance he sought. His saliva mixed with mine and he pushed it down my throat, choking me for a second.  

I detested the feel of his tongue in my mouth, the roaming, the mixture of our wastes. The fact that he just murdered my best friend, made it even more disgusting. It ruined my emotions recalling Natalie's cry for help and my inability to help her. Yet, this same man had his hands on my body, seeking satisfaction from me when I was mourning. 

I struggled when I felt Derek's large hand making its way under my skirt and caressing my thigh, his breathing all over my neck. 

His lips smeared wet kisses on my neck, up to my jaw and paused there to suck on my skin. His weird way of forceful pleasure sparked my disgust. 

He tilted my head to look at him, his red eyes filled with lust and ecstacy.

I kept my legs tight, but once again, his moves overpowered mine. His hand parted my legs roughly and his finger found its way up to my core, he pushed my underwear to the side and inserted his finger, his thumb caressing the walls of my womanhood.

"You belong to me," he gruffed in pleasure, the caress growing into an intense rub "all of you." 

"Derek.." my breath hitched, tears strolling down my face. 

"Your struggles excite me," he bent and whispered into my ear, sucking on my earlobe for a few seconds. He withdrew his finger from under me and plunged it into his mouth. 

I bit my lips hard in disgust, forcing back any sexual reaction to his roughness. 

His other palm left me to get rid of his pants and I took the opportunity to pull away from him, reaching for the door. 

A flash of anger crossed his eyes as he found me, his hard erection forcing its way out of his pants. 

"How dare you," he grumbled, his gaze darkened with anger. It was the farthest I've gone to get away from him and my first negative reaction to his touch in a while. 

I knew it was helpless struggling with him but I couldn't give in to him too, it was hard doing it without thinking of Natalie. All I wanted to do was mourn her.

"I can't serve you as you desire tonight.. my body finds it hard to please you." I said with heavy breaths. "You took Natalie away from me, now you're not going to let me mourn her?" 

Derek appeared stunned by my guts.

"How can you want something that disgusts you so much? Why won't you just leave me alone for once?" I lashed at him as tears strolled down my cheeks. 

"All I want to do right now is mourn my friend that you killed! So, just for tonight, let Mira attend to your wants. I'm too weak right now to give you the satisfaction you seek."  

"Are you dictating to me whom to fuck and whom not to?" He arched his brows dangerously at me, his hand massaging his erection. 

"No, I'm just saying--

He jerked me with an arm and yanked me to the bed before guarding me with his weight. Forcefully, he tore off my underwear, parted my legs, and began loosing the buttons of my blouse. 

I jammed my thigh shut with the last ounce of strength left in me. 

His other hand fondled my breasts from the fabric as I clung to it, unwilling to let him undress me. He glared at me, realizing that I was bent on not letting him have me. 

At the same time, the emergency bell rang, stopping him for a moment. 

Derek raised his hand to hit me but I kept my fists firmly on my clothes, unshaken while awaiting the worse. He was utterly stunned by my guts and he wasn't even hiding it, I was more shocked. 

This was not my usual struggle. 

He started to tear off my blouse but stopped when the bell jingled even louder. He yelled in anger, and buckled his pants, seething. As though not ready to bear with my obstinance, he glared down at me. 

"With your tears, you will beg me for this night. To fuck you mercilessly but I will only watch you suffer. You will regret refusing me this night. Mark my words, Omega!"

And with that, he stomped out of my room.

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