SCARS

His body stiffened, and he drew away from his tight embrace, returning to his seat.

Even though his embrace was tight, I almost reached out to grab his arm and wrap it around me again because of the sweet sensation it gave me.

As he walked past them with his fingers balled up into a fist, everyone in the room bowed their heads in submission.

I should have left the room right away, but my legs were too stiff to move.

"Get out!" Alpha Tristan yelled at me, and I quickly regained the strength to move and turned around to leave the room, but he stopped me again.

"Don't you dare move an inch," he said, his voice so powerful that it scared me.

He jumped up from his seat and wrapped his hands around Alpha Tristan's neck.

"Never, ever speak to my mate in that manner again!" He yelled in a more ferocious tone than he used on me, and I saw Alpha Tristan struggle to free himself from his grip.

He let go of him and took large steps towards me, making me recoil in fear.

When he was very close to me, he picked me up and  threw me on his shoulders then walked out of the room, slamming the door behind us.

He threw me on the bed as soon as we entered his room on the sixth floor.

Then he walked over to his closet and pulled out a shirt, then approached me and threw the shirt at me.

"Take a shower and change into that, I can't stand my mate looking this haggard " he said once more, then walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him and locking it.

He didn't seem like the type to repeat his words or be gentle with those who disobeyed him, so I went to his bathroom and locked the door, not wanting him to come in on me naked, then I took a shower and changed into the shirt.

I put on my jacket to hide my scars, then returned to the room and sat on the bed, playing with my fingers and thinking about what had just happened while waiting for him to return.

I lay down for what seemed like an eternity before falling asleep.

Adrien's pov.

When I walked back into the meeting room, everyone stopped talking and bowed their heads in fear, except for Damien, my second in command, who had a big smirk on his face.

I'm sure he enjoys seeing my weakness as a result of my mate because he's had his mate for over a year and I've always complained about how weak he was getting.

I glared at Tristan and growled at the moderator to resume where we left off.

All I wanted was for this meeting to end so I could return to my mate, who was sitting upstairs on my bed in my shirt.

"She's stunning." Damien, my second in command, said through the mind link, and I glared at him. Except for me, no one dares to compliment my mate.

I tried to focus on what Tristan was saying, but it didn't take long for my mind to wander.

Despite my attraction to her, I can't help but notice that I couldn't connect with her wolf.

'Me too' Beck my wolf purred in my head.

I visibly squeezed my hand at the thought of her not having a wolf.

I've been waiting for this day for over thirty years, and it's finally arrived, but she's wolfless.

'Why would the moon goddess choose to punish me in this manner, what am I supposed to do with a wolfless mate, how is she to rule the entire werewolf pack if she's wolfless,' I pondered as my grip on the whiskey glass tightened with each unanswered question.

I had so many questions, and sitting here in this goddamn meeting wasn't giving me the answers I needed.

"I don't think she'll be pleased to see cuts on your palm," Damien said again through the mind-link.

I glared at him and growled lowly at him, but instead of cowering in fear, he smirked at me.

If he keeps mentioning my mate, I won't be able to stop myself from decapitating him.

The meeting ended quickly, and I mindlinked Damien to get the car ready while I hurried out of the room and up the stairs to my chambers.

We had intended to stay the night, but I needed some alone time with my mate, which I couldn't get in this building or in this pack as a whole.

Bella's POV

The door was suddenly flung open and I jolted up from my sleep only to see King Adrien walking towards me.

Out of fear, I crawled back till my back hit the headrest.

He got on the bed and pulled me into him once again calming my racing heart with his scent.

Then he pulled out of the embrace, but he didn't leave me hanging as usual, instead he slammed his lips on mine without warning.

I widened my eyes in realization before shutting them from the sweet sensation his kiss brought.

I'd never kissed a guy before, so the sensation was new.

Out of reflex, I wrapped one hand around his neck, while the other found his hair and pulled at it.

He sealed the kiss, and I permitted him to do whatever he wanted.

I'm not sure what came over me, but I sat on his lap and pulled him into me, crushing our bodies even more together, which made him growl in pleasure, further turning me on.

He broke off the kiss and attacked my neck instead, showering them with kisses as his hand moved to my breast.

He squeezed my left breast tightly, and I let out a satisfied moan. I didn't care if he was rough; I just wanted him to keep touching me.

He finally stopped kissing my neck and carried me off his lap and onto the bed.

Then he ripped his shirt open without warning, then ripped my jacket. I tried to hide my exposed skin in the blanket, but he stopped me and ripped my shirt open.

"Who did this to you?" He yelled angrily, referring to the scars on my body.