4: Pure Agony

||Claire||

Before I could give in to the darkness that wanted to consume me, Alan gave a mighty roar and grabbed my arm.

I whimpered.

His touch did not feel like how it used to. Instead of feeling the usual sparks, I felt like I was being burned by his touch.

But Alan did not let go of me regardless of how hard I wrestled against him. He dragged me halfway through the room. Pushed me into a chair and right before my brain could process what was happening, I felt the stinging telltale sign of silver as he chained me down into a chair.

Fuck! The rope had been drenched in a silver solution. Struggling, I wept in agony as Alan tied my hands behind the chair and ankles to each side of the chair.

Tightly...

I was so damn mad. This shitty Alpha rejected me and dared to torture me.

“What are you doing, Alan?” I shrieked.

The rope was digging into my flesh. Bet it would leave a scar when this is over. Silver or not.

“Fucking bastard! Take this thing away from me.” I yelled.

He only stopped his task to smack me in the face. “ Shut the fuck up. You will sit down quietly like the obedient bitch you are and watch what you are going to miss for the rest of your miserable life.” Alan growled.

He was so enraged for some reason I did not know. Hate was dripping from every word that left his mouth.

Right after his comment, our bedroom door opened and a very sexy-looking Olivia catwalk in. She was literally naked. Wearing red seductive lingerie.

Showing off her erect boobs and round bouncy ass.

Alan whistled at the sight of her.

“Mmmm... I see our little prey is up and ready for the ride.” she giggled teasing me.

And I sensed a sinful plan behind her words but I could not tell what their agenda was. Frankly, seeing Oliva in lingerie gave me a few ideas of what their plan was.

“I can't wait to see you suffer,” he whispered into my ears and groaned.” Enjoy my parting gift to you...ex-mate.”

A sinister smirk graced Alan’s face as he strolled towards Olivia.

“Owww, look. She is so obedient already. I can see why you've kept her by your side all these years.” Olivia continued to taunt and I couldn't hold back my scoff.

She was expecting a reaction from me and I would be damned if I give her one. I was way better of a person than she was and I was not going to fall victim to her schemes.

The silver nonetheless hurt like hell.

“That she is, Livi. That was the only thing she is good at.” Alan commented.

If I say his remarks didn't hurt then it was a lie. It hurt like a bitch in 10-inch heels to hear him say that.

I nullified myself for him.

I was his adviser, his companion. I supported him. Loved him. Cared for him and his family. I practically had his back. I even put my life on hold for him, his family and pack and all I was worth to him was this...

The moon goddess must be crazy!!!

Alan hissed as he grabbed Olivia by the waist and hauled her towards him sharply. Crashing his lips on her.

“She is nothing, but you, my dear, are everything I want and more. You are the luna my pack and I deserve.”

My heart broke some more. He lifted her onto our matrimonial bed, ripping the devilish lingerie off Olivia's body as a hot making-out session began.

I felt nothing but the already existing pain from the broken mating bond. Nevertheless, I loved the man. I had a huge crush on him all my life so seeing him with Olivia didn't just break my heart. It crushed my soul. Caused me a great amount of pain. An excruciating one.

My heart felt like it wanted to break out of my chest and with tears storming down my face, I closed my eyes.

Sociopaths. They were cruel. They had it all planned out. Those fuckers planned to humiliate me some more after everything they've done to me.

They caused me so much pain and no matter how hard I tried to be unaffected, I couldn't just do it. I could not just pretend that my mate was not in bed with his mistress. Who I formerly thought was his cousin.

“Open your eyes, Claire. I want you to see us. “ Alan screamed. “Watch me give her what you can't ever have. “ he said.

Flickering my eyelids, I stared at them as he thrust into Olivia.

“I want you to, “ he thrust... “ watch me fuck Olivia. “ he thrust deeply. “ I want you to remember this for the rest of your days on earth,” he added, plunging into her vigorously.

Not blinking for a second... Dead inside, watching Alan take Olivia on the same bed we made love on for the first time. The same one he took my virginity on.

We shared not one or two memories on that bed but a lot of them. That bed was an important part of our story and he destroyed those memories too.

Is this truly who Alan was? Has he been always a two-faced man? Wicked and cunning?

Was I that blind to see who he truly was? Or was he just good at hiding his true nature?

How can a person hide his true personality for years?

Those were the questions I desperately wanted answers to.

I was growing numb to the agony as seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours.

Feeling utterly alone, I sought solace in communicating with my wolf, hoping to divert my mind from the intrusive sounds filling the room.

To my surprise, Hazel remained silent, and our bond felt distant. It was almost as if she, too, had abandoned me. But deep down, I knew better. Hazel would never leave my side, no matter what.

Besides my parents, she was the only one I could truly rely on.

My thoughts were interrupted as Alan's intense moans cut through the air, pulling me back to the present.

"Take me harder, Alpha," Olivia's seductive voice purred.

The hours dragged on, and their actions seemed to stretch into an eternity. Exhaustion weighed heavily on my eyelids, making it difficult to keep them open. Eventually, I succumbed to darkness, overtaken by sleep.

Hours later...

Waking up on the cold floor, I realized that I was no longer fastened to a chair. I scrambled to my feet.

The pain had depreciated greatly. My mind was clearer and I was beginning to feel other things beyond the excruciating pain that billowed through my chest.

My earliest thought sent a wave of panic through me. Was my baby okay? Terror stirred in my chest.

There was no way it could survive that agonizing ache. Hurt and despair burned inside me. I can't survive losing my baby too.

It was the last link to Alan and I.

And the only good thing in my life now. It also reminded me of the life I had wanted for so long and the one I have lived for the past five years.

I blinked down my tears. I had always thought what Alan and I shared was love. But I was just his puppet. I was delusional. I was in love with the idea of love and the mate bond and that was my greatest mistake.

I don't remember walking into my parent's house. My father was seated on his favorite single sofa with a leg rest, watching his favorite sports show on the TV while my mother was in a chair beside him on a two-seat sofa dicing and slicing apples on his plate.

They were perfection. The perfect couple. They were my inspiration for love. Giving out the vibes of what an ideal love looks like... But now I was not so sure that there was a man out there for me.

I had only one shot at love and I blew it.

My momma looked up from my father when I stepped into the lounge.

“Claire dear, what are you doing here so late? What happened to you? Are you alright?” she bombarded me with questions.

Worry was written all over her face. She rushed to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water as my dad helped me into the sofa.

I nodded and swallowed back my sob. Sitting down on the couch across from my parents, I drank the entire glass of water without stopping.

I didn't know how dry my throat was until the water was down my esophagus.

I then narrated everything that had happened. The tears never came out by the time I finished.

I must be in shock. I did not envision my mate was two timer. It was hard to explain the level of betrayal I was feeling. I was having a hard time comprehending everything that has just transpired today. It was a total nightmare and I wished I had the power to wake up from it.

“Why didn't you mind link us? We would have come to you right away. How can you go through that pain all alone.” my momma wept.

“I don't know whether my baby is still alive. I can't feel Hazel too. She is gone, Mom! They are both gone. They have left me, Mom. I feel all alone.”A soft cry tore from my lips.

My mother crushed into me and we both sobbed together. I embraced her tightly. I needed her warmth. I wanted to feel anything other than the coldness that had clenched my soul like a blanket.