Imprisoned

Reya’s POV 

"LOOK AT ME!"

Lycan Tristan, My Alpha and husband growled with gritted teeth, sending shivers down my spine as he plunged into me like a mad animal.

"Look at me, mate!" he grunted again, and I did so with a whimper now. Pleasure and pain shredded through me and no matter how much I ached to roll my eyes back as he tore through me with every motion, I couldn't.

His eyes were upon me and I was forced to meet his cold gray gaze. I whimpered for the second time, biting down hard on my aching and puffy bottom lip. For a moment or two, the ecstasy overwhelmed me and I did not feel the pain that my so-called mate was causing me while he found his own pleasure.

I wanted to cry out his name but I came to my senses that that would be a mistake that will incur me another penalty so I locked my lips. There were lots of things which I wanted to do

.

I wanted to bury my fingers in his stunning blonde locks and pull his hair down so our lips would meet, but I knew that would be the greatest mistake I ever made.

Lycan Tristan Jerked, spilling his semen inside me as he came while I was deprived of the pleasure of orgasm by the man who was supposed to worship my body.

I kept my eye on him, holding onto a small candle of hope that maybe today will be different and he will return and push me to the edge of ecstasy with him but that hope immediately dissipated as he pulled away, got out of bed, and exited the room without so much as giving me a second glance.

He was done and gone.

As a rag doll, I slept in the single bed that I was allowed to share with Lycan Tristan. Even though we were married, we slept alone except when he was in his 'urge' mode and then he would call me to this room.

Every time he called me here, I knew what he wanted and I could never deny him. Aside from this, it was only when I came to be with him. To see his body. To have him near and inside me.

"This is the only place that you can ever assist me, do you understand?" He asked me on the first night that he called me to this room. "The one thing that you can assist me with."

"Yes, Trist –"

The rest of the words stuck in my throat when his big hands clamped across my air ways suddenly, choking me.

"Never!" he bellowed in such contempt that my bones rattled. "Never mention my name from that filthy mouth of yours. It is Alpha to you."

I never repeated the faux pas.

I had first been thrilled. I had been slighted and cold-shouldered for weeks, so I could give him something now. That night I lost my virginity and wept till dawn.

Two years later, I still cried after serving him. At first, I thought I can deal with him. "His ire and disgust with me will recede as our mate bond only grows stronger," I consoled myself.

"He doesn't hate you; he's just upset his fated partner turned out to be a weak slave." I said different things to myself to calm myself down and justify him, but deep in my heart I knew.

When he was mated mate, I was his second chance mate and he would never have bonded or brought me in had Luna Bianca been alive. He hated me because I was worthless and can never get to meet her standards.

After several hours of indulgent crying and despair, I dragged myself out of bed and into the en-suite bathroom to clean up. When I looked in the mirror, there were marks all over where his claws had dug in.

It was always like that every time we had sex. I opened my eyes and pulled the covers over me before getting up to head to the kitchen to make myself breakfast. Despite being their Luna now, no one went out of their way to wait on me.

Aside from that, I used to be a slave like all the other omegas in this establishment.

What I was not prepared for was to catch Lycan Tristan in the middle of an angry argument with his beta and three other men.

He saw me when he felt my presence and his eyes turned black. My breath hitched and my hair rose for some unknown reason. I felt fear run through me and stepped back only to bump into someone.

Spinning around, I sighed in relief to find it was only Myra. I looked at Lycan Tristan she dragged me out of the room.

"What were you doing in that room?" she asked, her grip on my wrist were painful.

I became angry and yanked my wrist out of her grip. "Why do you ask, I demanded.” This is my home and I can go wherever I please without having to account to you."

She smiled. "Is that so?

Myra was now the matron – in charge of all the omegas who worked at the pack house – and always felt the compulsion to tell me how much she hated me every time she saw me, largely because she hated the fact that I was now her superior.

"Do you even know what they were talking about in that room?" she asked. "You should know your place."

I narrowed my eyes into slits. "What are you discussing? You do know you are your Luna, don't you? Even if you do not respect me, you must respect Lycan Tristan, my mate!"

"Respect you?" She laughed. "I didn't know you're a stand-up comedian now. Even your supposed mate doesn't respect you. Why should I? To me, you're still just a lowly slave and that is what you will remain."

She moved closer to me to establish her dominance. Then she questioned “Do you know what they’re talking about in that room right now? I looked at the kitchen door. "What are you talking about?"

"Stupid and dumb." She spat. Immediately, about three guards crowded into the wide hallway. My heart went dead as I fully realized what was going on and there was this stomach-turning.

"What is going on?" I moved back from her. "What are you doing, Myra?"

My gaze flew back to the kitchen. No way am I going to deal with all of these men and Myra alone. If I yell, will Lycan Tristan hear me and come save me? I knew he will have a piece of my mind afterwards but, I'll be safe, won't I?

I had my mouth agape poised to scream when a hand clamped over my mouth, forcing me to swallow the scream.

Myra smiled. "Don't do that right now."

I glared. What was going on here?

"You are losing your Luna title," she said, a smug smirk playing on her lips.

My eyes grew wide with shock. "What? That is a lie." I shouted. "Is this some kind of sick joke? Who arranged for you to be set up like this? Do you know what Lycan Tristan will do to you if I –"

"Nothing," she cut in.

My brow was furrowed. "What?"

She smiled widely. "He will do nothing because he sent me here." She gestured toward the guards who began closing in on me. "Take her. Lock her in a guest room. She is not to leave it until Lycan Tristan orders otherwise."

Anger bubbled inside me. "I want to see Tristan! Let him tell me this to my face." But Myra was already walking away. The guards grabbed me, pulling me along.