CHAPTER 4— BETTER OFF DEAD

The water was cold, but it wasn’t cold enough to cool the heat within her body. She didn’t know what was happening to her and why her body was reacting in such a manner, but it all happened after he bit her.

Her neck was still sore from the pressure, but every time her fingers ran along the teeth marks, tingles would shoot up her spine. It felt nice, but it also kept riling up the flames, giving them a reason to ignite...

Her skin still itched, and the urge to scratch was so enormous that she couldn’t ignore it. She felt even more pitiful than she did before, her legs could barely move now and between them was a crave that intensified every time she clamped her thighs tighter together...

Little whimpers kept escaping the confines of her lips and even the touch of the water caused her nipples to quiver... It felt weird...she felt—

Kiara bit down on her bottom lip when the little bud between her folds convulsed...instead of scratching her chest, her hands gripped onto the edge of the tub and when the scent of fresh coconut and a toss of rusted metal drifted into the room, her nipples twitch and she ended up letting out a sound that never came from her lips before...

Her eyes drifted towards the door when she heard footsteps; his footsteps and then there was a knock. “Get out of there...”

Kiara didn’t move, she couldn’t...not even when the door was shoved open, revealing her nightmare. “You’ve been in here long enough, get out.”

“I...I can’t I...please...”

The man tilted his head, the scar under his eye more obvious now because of the light. “I thought I told you that the only way for you to survive is by staying out of my way...I might’ve left out adhering to every little thing I say, but I thought you’d at least know that. I guess weakness is always accompanied by stupidity.”

He walked over to the tub, gripping at her arm and at the sudden touch, Kiara whimpered...not because of the roughness, but because of the tingles, the little bolts of pleasure flooding all over her body.

He pulled her up out of the water; roughly, his eyes hard...even as he peered down at her helpless form. “Pl...please...”

She didn’t even know what she was begging for, but despite hating him, she wanted something from him, something that she couldn’t describ...

His face inched closer to hers, settling just centimetres away. “What? Was the cold water not enough? That’s unfortunate, since it was my only attempt at helping.” His hand let loose hers. “Your room is two doors left, make sure you’re out of here before I get back...”

He turned his back to her, but before he could go, Kiara’s hand was wrapped around his wrist. It was an involuntary act and instead of letting go, she clung to him... “A-Alpha...”

Zique clenched his fists, turning to glare at her. “Shameless...” He yanked his arm out of hers and gripped her face harshly. “Don’t f*cking touch me.”

Tears sprang from Kiara’s eyes as he let her go, something wet, something slimy, something not water dripping down her thighs...The need to move closer to him haunted her again and despite his rough treatment towards her, it forced her to step out of the tub. “I...I’m sorry...I don’t know wha...”

Her lips quivered, her body too, her eyes seeking out his hard ones. “I-I don’t know what’s wron—”

“Just get out of here...!”

Kiara receded, her shaky legs walking her pass him and towards the door he had left open, but before she could step through it, his voice stopped her. “It’s heat, how much more stupid could you get? But I suppose I was the one who made you this way, you were locked away when you were just a girl...what would you know about that?”

Zique twisted to face her, his words drawled and almost mocking. “It’s something that happens to women some time after they’re marked. Your instincts take over and all you want is to be ravished by the man who bit into your neck. It’s really just a day or days of intense love making, but of course it won’t be the same for us. There’s no love in our bonding, so this will only be remembered as the day of your suffering... Now go...”

Marked...? Was a bite on the neck the mark her mother had told her she’d get from her mate? The mark that would mean so much?

She lied again, because this mark meant absolutely nothing...

Tears blurred Kiara’s brown eyes again, her wet blond hair stuck to the skin of her back as she staggered out of the room. She hated this, hated him.

Her mother said there’d be nothing but love and happiness between mates, but how would she ever come to love someone who treated her as such...?

It was impossible, and she knew the goddess did not at all want her to be happy...It’d have been better off if she had died along with her parents...!

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Zique watched her as she staggered out the door, this was all to make her suffer, but why was it that he had to suffer too?

His c*ck was as hard as a rock in his pants, but if it meant punishing himself to torment her, he wouldn’t hesitate. He had his hands...he’d use them since he was unable to f*ck anybody but her anyways...

She was pretty, as curvy as an hourglass and as innocent as a saint, but she was weak and that alone was a sin.