Destroyed Trust

Esme's POV

Cole grabbed my waist and threw me against the bed effortlessly, his aura suddenly turning cold and cruel all at once, something has changed in his aura all of a sudden, I noticed it immediately.

"At least if you're going to leave, I should have one good feel of you. I should mark you so you don't ever get married or start seeing someone else," he said, his tone possessive.

"Wait, what?" I gasped. "You're not going to do that, Cole. That's trapping me," I replied.

"And that's exactly what I want to do, trap you. No, there's no way you're going to marry someone else and you hold mine," he refused, pinning me in place on the bed and locking his hand around my neck, gagging me and stifling a gasp from escaping.

"So you're even planning on finding someone else when you leave?" he asked coldly, his eyes narrowing without any warmth.

"No, that's not what I meant—" I started, but he was already riled with what looked like jealousy or maybe anger..

In an instant, he ripped my dress apart, his gaze hungry as he exposed my bra and panties.

"Cole, you shouldn't do this. Today is our parents' burial day. We should be mourning them, not this," I said, even though I liked what he was doing and wanted him to fill that emptiness in me I've been feeling since today.

"No, rather than mourning, we should moan on each other, isn't that so?" he replied flatly, licking down to my shoulders and swiping his tongue at my navel.

My breathing hitched as his mouth moved slowly and deliberately over my skin. God, how can he be so good at everything? Why am I always useless against his touch? I thought in my bead, my body heating up despite the numbness from the funeral.

"If you don't want it, you can ask me to stop, Esme," he growled, his voice emotionless as he unhooked my bra and tossed it aside.

"Cole," I called out. "Shouldn't you hate me? Those times you acted cold to me two years ago, how did it suddenly disappear? Even when my mom died, you clearly told me you hated me, so why are you doing all this to me? You even lied to my dad the other day."

He didn't reply and continued what he was doing, his fingers tracing my breasts before pinching my nipples hard. Then he stopped after a while and looked at me.

"Trust me, Esme, I really do hate you, but not this. I do not like weak girls. I do not like girls that can't stand up for themselves. I do not like girls that are always stepped over even when she can defend herself, and lastly, I do not like girls that love too much and too hard, girls that are weak against my touches, and you tick red in all these boxes," he concluded coldly, his face blank.

I was shocked and didn't even know if I should slap him. At that moment, I wanted to push him away from me but instantly, he spread my legs apart and took my clit in his mouth, sucking hard. "Jesus, what the fuck!" My hips buckled. "Cole, ahh," I moaned, a scream tearing through my lips as pleasure shot through me.

He stopped and looked up. "After today, things are going to change between us. We'll forget it ever happened, Esme. I might be a whole different person, and you will most definitely hate me more than you do to your brother."

"Why are you suddenly telling me all these? What's going on?" I asked, my voice shaky as confusion mixed with the building heat.

Just then, he unbuckled his belt and pulled off his trousers, his cock popping out hard, thick and huge, ready.

"I know you've always fantasized about me doing this to you, and here's me granting that wish," he said without emotion, moving closer and removing my panties.

My legs shook, and I wanted to close them because I was now scared, but he pried them apart, positioning himself at my entrance. "Cole, please," I called, almost in a plea. "You know it's my first time, right?"

I didn't even finish when he pushed in, the stretch burning as he filled me inch by inch. I was about to scream at the pain, but he reached out and covered my mouth, thrusting in slowly.

God, I could already feel a slight gush of liquid between my legs, and I knew it was blood. "Keep quiet, Esme. You wanted this fantasy, didn't you? Now take it without making noise that draws the whole pack in here," he said flatly, his hips moving back before pushing deeper.

The pain was sharp at first, making tears prick my eyes but I held onto his shoulders, my nails digging in. God, what has come over him?

He pulled back almost all the way out, then slid in again, slower this time, letting my body adjust to his thickness.

"Does it hurt too much, or are you starting to like how I stretch you open?" he asked, his voice cold as he watched my face.

"Even if it hurts, I won't.. stop. I need to feel something today, even if it's this," he said through his hand, breathing muffled. He removed his hand from my mouth and gripped my hips instead, lifting them slightly to angle deeper. " I'm not stopping until I've marked every part of you inside."

His pace stayed slow, each thrust intentional to hit deeper, building a rhythm that turned the pain into a deep ache of pleasure.

"Perhaps, you hate me so much but still do this? —do you even ever care, or is this just to trap me like you said?" I gasped, my body arching as he hit a spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.

"I hate what you make me feel, Esme. Weak girls like you pull at something I can't afford in this pack, especially now with Nolan as Alpha," he replied emotionlessly, his cock sliding in and out with wet sounds filling the room. I moaned louder, my hands fisting the sheets as the pleasure built layer by layer.

He leaned down, his mouth capturing my nipple, sucking hard while his hips ground against me. "Ahh, that's too much—slow down please~ ," I begged, but he ignored me, his teeth grazing my skin before moving to the other breast.

"Come if you want. I don't care how fast—it means your body knows who owns it, even if you leave tomorrow," he muttered against my chest, his thrusts picking up just a fraction, enough to make my walls clench around him.

The mix of his cold words and hot actions tore at me, making the emptiness from the funeral fade into this raw connection. "But what if I don't want to forget? What if this changes everything for me?" I whispered, my voice breaking as another wave of pleasure hit.

He pulled his mouth away from my breast, looking down at where we were joined, his cock glistening with my arousal and a hint of blood. "It changes nothing. Tomorrow, you're gone, and I'm the Beta under Nolan—cold and distant, like always," he said flatly, slamming in harder once again to punctuate his words.

I cried out, the sudden force sending me closer to the edge, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. "Please, Cole, at least admit you feel something right now. Your body's hard for me—doesn't that mean anything?" I pleaded, my hips meeting his thrusts now.

"It means I want to fuck you out of my system before you leave the pack and complicate things more," he replied without flinching, his pace steady and burning slow.

The build-up was torturous, every slide of his thick length stretching me full, the friction on my clit from his body making me tremble.

"God, Esme, you're so tight—it's like your pussy was made for this, even if you're weak everywhere else," he growled low, his hands pinning my wrists above my head.

I moaned, the restraint adding to the heat, my climax hovering just out of reach. "Cole, I'm close—talk to me, say something that isn't cold for once," I gasped, tears slipping down my cheeks from the intensity.

"No. Take it like this, raw and without lies. That's all you get from me," he said, his thrusts deepening, hitting that spot repeatedly until I shattered.

My orgasm crashed over me, my walls pulsing around his cock as I screamed his name, the release flooding out in waves. He kept moving through it, drawing it out longer, his face still blank.

"That's one—now for the second, since you cum so easily for someone I hate," he muttered, flipping me onto my stomach without pulling out. I gasped at the new angle, his body covering mine as he thrust from behind, deeper than before.

"Cole, ahh—it's just too much now, it's too much please stop. Why are you doing this if you want to forget?" I asked, my voice muffled into the pillow.

"Because marking you means no one else touches what's been mine, even if I’ll push you away," he replied coldly, his hand reaching under to rub my clit in circles.

The overstimulation built fast, pleasure bordering on pain as he pounded steadily. "But you're the one getting engaged, how is that fair?" I cried out, pushing back against him.

"Life in the pack isn't fair, Esme. You know that better than anyone," he said, his fingers pinching my clit lightly, sending me spiraling again. My second orgasm hit harder, my body shaking as I clenched around him, soaking the sheets.

He groaned low, the first crack in his cold facade, his pace finally quickening as he chased his own release. "Fuck, Esme—your pussy's milking me dry," he muttered, slamming in one last time before spilling inside me, hot and deep.

He held still for a moment, then pulled out, dropping on the bed beside me. "You didn't pull out. Why? You poured everything inside me, and you weren't wearing any protection," I asked, panic rising through the afterglow.

He exhaled, took his jeans that lay beside him, and put his hand inside the pocket, taking out some medicine. "Here, take it," he said as he dressed up and left.

I lay there, my body aching and spent, staring at the pills in my hand.

My first sex that I've imagined in so many ways, just got taken like something useless.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I took out two pills and swallowed, grabbing the water by the stand and gulping it down.

The pack house felt heavier now, the grief from the burial mixing with this betrayal.

I will leave this pack, but when I return, I promise you, Cole, and everyone else who has made me feel pain, you'll feel tenfolds of what I feel now.

‘Nolan's rule as Alpha would change nothing for me’

I whispered, hate burned slowly in my chest, matching the soreness between my legs as I put on my dress and grabbed my luggage.

There's nothing left for me here!

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Henceforth Content Warning: This is a dark romance intended for mature audiences. It contains intense themes that may be triggering to some readers. All characters, places and events are entirely fictional and products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Reader discretion is advised.