“Those scars... how did you get them?” he asked. I didn’t think he would bother about the scars, they were only a few faint marks caused by my father, I thought about keeping silent, but then, maybe if I told him he would... pity me, even a little bit.
“My father”, I said, “He hits me”. At that his eyes darkened again and I wondered if I made a bad choice telling him.
"Get on the bed"I let out a silent sob as I walked ever so slowly to the bed, he sat there, all patient, he knew well that at the end of it all, he would get what he wants, I had no say in this and for the first time in my life, I felt truly alone.I laid on the bed and then he stood, shrugging off his coat, he was left in his black long sleeve, even through the material, his muscles flex with every movement he made, and then he took off his shirt, leaving his upper part bare. I couldn't look away, every inch of his skin was covered in tattoo, trailing down his arms and even up his neck. Nothing scared me more than a man with tattoo, but this was far more than I had ever seen... I couldn't deny they were beautiful, just like every part of him, but that didn't make me less scared of him, I could also see the scars on his body, slightly hidden by the tattoo... I dared looking downwards, he caught me staring but said nothing.He was aroused and huge, even through his pants, he was large.I gasped, watching as he took off ever last piece of clothing.How would that fit into me?He walked to the drawer closest to the bed and picked out something, I watched as he held the cuffs in his hands, cuffs that were meant to be used on me.
The fear built up in me, I scurried away from the bed, but he caught me without even a single effort as if he had expected that reaction from me. He placed me back on the bed, easily cuffing my both hands to the bed post.“I want your hands on me” he explained, his voice husky, but I was beyond reasoning with.
"Please, let me go..." I begged
"You cannot escape me, you cannot escape this pack Lena, this is your home now, you are my mate, till the day you die, you would be mine"
The day I die. That would be soon, I couldn’t imagine myself living with Damien.
“Please...” I begged still, if my mother was here she would have frowned at my behaviour, ‘be submissive’ she would hiss at me.
"Don't. Don't beg, I would claim you today and I would mark you as mine"I laid back on the bed, his eyes were still on me, as if trying to understand me, but I knew he didn't give a crap what I was feeling right now."Your father told me you are a virgin, is that true?"Stubbornly I turned away from him, but then I felt his hands on my jaw, his hold almost painful."Don't you dare do that, when I ask you a question, you answer""Yes... Yes I am a virgin""Good" he whispered, so close to my ears that I shivered, he leaned closer, his eyes burning into mine and I shut my eyes as he claimed my lips, I had never kissed a man before, I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing, with all the nerves I felt, I doubted I was doing anything right but he never stopped to complain, his rough palm robbed around my nipples, cupping them and then it went lower to my stomach, his rough palm on my skin made me feel something- I couldn't explain what that was but I could feel the slight wetness forming between my legs. I froze when his hands went lower.I froze when his hands went lower."The tension would make it harder, Lena," he said and I inhaled. Deciding to follow my mother’s advise, I loosened up, his fingers came closer to my wetness, claiming my clit, he robbed slow circles and despite myself, I felt my arousal, my toe curled, the feeling was unlike any other, and then a single finger slipped in and I let out a silent moan, he went in and out of me, steady rhythm and I found myself grinding my hips against his hands, loving the friction, he added in another finger, my walls clasped around his fingers and he went in and out faster, in more jerking motions, I could feel myself building up, I moaned louder, ashamed of how my own body was reacting to his touch, I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this, but then his two finger were out of me and I felt him, hard and huge, again my entry, I froze."No, don't, it would only make it more painful for you" he said to me, he spread my legs wider for more leverage and then he pushed into
(Lena’s POV)He hadn’t marked me.My mate hadn’t returned that night. I clutched the sheets to cover my nudity, still feeling so sore. Even if I had promised myself not to fall asleep, the tiredness took over.I couldn’t stop glancing at the drawer where the cuff had been discarded. I hated being cuffed to the bed; it only made me feel more helpless.I flinched when the door was pushed open. It was Damien. He walked cautiously towards me, as if afraid he was going to scare me if he made any sudden movements. News flash: he was already scary as it was. His intense gaze was on me; I felt like disappearing.There was tension in the air, and again, I saw how impossible it would be to live with a man like him.“How are you feeling?” he asked, and that surprised me. Why did he care?"Sore,” I whispered back.“I brought you some pills, for the pain,” he replied, placing the pills in the drawer beside me. Again, my eyes zeroed in on the cuffs, and he caught me looking before I could look awa
(Lena's POV)I couldn't forget the feeling of Damien's fingers inside of me and how hard he had been. Because of me, it gave me a strange kind of pride that I could do that to him.I searched through the clothes, expecting to see revealing clothes, but on the contrary, they were mostly modest. Maybe he didn't want others to see any part of my body; that was a good thing. At least for now, I wouldn't have to worry about being shared with other of his pack men.I picked up a light blue dress and put it on. I passed a brush through my straight blonde hair.By the time I returned back to our room, he was out of the bathroom, his thick black hair dripping water and a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked like a Greek god, and I wanted to run my hands down his abs.He caught me staring, and I looked away, a blush forming on my cheeks.He stared down at the dress I had picked, and I fidgetted under his gaze, but then he looked away, no compliments.I didn't know if it was the right time
(Lena's POV)"No matter what happens, keep your head up high; after all, you are the Luna." This was my mother's advice. I never knew I would be turning back to the advice she gave me, but that was the only way, if I wanted things to work between me and Damien.Damien led me to the dining room.What I didn't expect was to see a table of about thirty, all seated. There were two empty seats; from the positioning, it was clear that one belonged to the Alpha and the other to the side to the Luna.Despite being the child of an Alpha, I didn't have the qualities of a Luna so at this moment I didn't know what was required of me to do. My eyes caught a girl sitting on the same dinner table, closest to the Alpha. She had a mark down her brow, but that didn't make her any less beautiful, she looked dangerous though- the kind of girl who could use a dagger as her play thing. She had long black hair, braided into two, and a scowl on her face, making her look superior. Now that's how a luna shou
(Lena's POV) Pin-drop silence followed next.Realization was slolwy dawning on me. What had I done?I continued eating, expecting Damien to grab me by the arm and lead me away- maybe back to the room, but he didn't. Rather, he engaged Diego in some discussion about the pack. I couldn't even grab half of what they were saying; my eyes drifted every once in a while to the scared girl and then to Gamma Nat. I couldn't hide the dislike I felt for him; I would never fit in here, and for the first time since I got her, I didn't think I wanted to fit in.I dreaded the time the meal would be over and the time I would have to return to the room with Damien. The moment I was done eating, I turned to Isis."Are you ready for the tour?" I asked, easily masking my fear for what awaited me behind closed doors. I was surprised at how good I was getting at this."Of course, Luna," she said. Too sweet. That's how she sounded, and she was anything but that. I stood, not bothering to glance at Damien, a
(Lena's POV)I didn't think he would actually mark me this so soon. Now there were no chances of being with my mate; I was his; body and soul. If the marriage wasn't enough, this was. Just a few days ago, I was a girl with hopes, despite the hatred my parents showed me, someday I could shove it away because I would finally find my mate.Isis was right. The Blood Moon Pack was not a place for a person like me. I remembered blacking out after he had marked me; the scar on my neck still hurt. Staring at it in the mirror, I knew this was more than just marking me; it was a lesson: disrespect me and be punished. This was my punishment.I should lay low; I should be sorry, but I wasn't, and there was something in me—something that wanted to disrespect him more and see the worst he could do. I didn't have many options now; sooner or later, he would get rid of me.Damien wasn't here. I had a few ideas of the place he would be now, maybe with Isis. I didn't need to be a genius to know that th
(Lena's POV)His kiss became rougher, but that strange, twisted part I never knew I had wanted more. I rocked my hips against his pelvis; he brought me down to the bare ground and spread my legs, his hands cupping my breast."I want to taste every single part of you," he whispered, his low voice causing me to shiver, this time not just out of fear but anticipation. What the hell was happening to me?, fucking a man who just ripped another wolf to shred and right in the middle of the woods?, yet that voice of reasoning was shoved away by another more dominant want.He kissed the spot between my breasts. Going down to my stomach, he kissed my navel, and that got me panting, and then he went lower. He blew against my wetness, and the hot air caused another chain of reaction, resulting in a pool of wetness. I was afraid to pass my hands through his hair. I knew he would still be mad at me for trying to escape, and he didn't like being touched, so I was forced to keep my hands to myself. He
(Lena POV)I woke up, but unlike every other time, I was not alone. Damien was beside me; my hands were around his torso and my other hand on his chest. Even at sleep, he looked tense; I couldn't tell if he was actually sleeping; he wasn't used to being touched, and yet he never pulled away, though he kept his hands to himself, remaining in that same position he layed in all through the night.I watched his face, his black full eyebrow, his sharp jaw—everything about him screamed danger—but then, down to his lips, they weren't pink; they were red. Red as blood."What is your second obsession?" I had asked him."Blood," he answered.This was the Blood Moon pack; of course it made sense. I remembered the way he had ripped that wolf to shred before eating me out right there, beside the dead body. That shouldn't turn me on; it was cruel, something only an animal would do, but maybe this part of me had always been there, and it did turn me on, remembering how strong he had been. The rogue