(Lena’s POV)
How could a person be so beautiful and yet so scary?
Alpha Damien stared at me with furious eyes. He was furious. I understood why everyone feared him, there was something about him, something that screamed danger. His eyes were as dark as his own soul, the darkness loomed over him and I shivered in fear.
“Why did you run away?” he asked, his voice filled with authority and I almost bare my neck, it was a struggle to stand there, right before him. He looked quite younger than a werewolf in his early thirties, but every inch of him spoke of the true man he was, he was dress in all black tuxedo lined with gold – the only colour on him.
“I am sorry Alpha” I apologised, eyes low, submissive, just as my mother had said but it would be a slap to her face and our pack to discover I attempted to escape my own wedding and I’m sure by now they all knew. He could kill me for this, if he could kill his own mate, what would he do to me. I couldn’t help but wonder if death was better than a life with this beautiful monster.
“Walk” he ordered and I obeyed, following him to his car, of course I wasn’t foolish enough to wait expecting him to pull open the door for me, he was anything but a gentleman. I sat at the back as he drove back to the posh hall where our wedding was taking place, we exchanged no words, but all through the nerves were eating me up, seating alone with him caused a rumble in stomach, it wasn’t exactly butterflies, just more nerves.
He took my hands, his hold wasn’t gentle either, possessive - that’s what it was and he led me down the aisle, not caring that my father was supposed to be doing this instead of him.
Everyone stared at me, of course they all knew, my father looked furious, but that was the least of my worries now, what scared me was the look in Alpha Damien’s eyes, I knew I would be punished for this and what better way to punish me than on our wedding night.
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The ring on my finger was a weight I could never ignore.
I had to engage the guest in light conversations after my wedding ceremony, thanking them for being here, they all knew my smiles were fake, a part of me was stalling for time, when this was all over I would be alone again with Him, everything seemed to be moving fast... too fast. My parents were the last to walk up to me.
My mother’s disappointed gaze settled on me. “Congratulations, Alpha Damien” she said to him, putting on a smile. Damien only gave her a nod, no response. My father stretched out his hands for a handshake but Damien had his hands in his pocket and didn’t bother returning my father’s ‘warm gesture’. My father’s hands dropped to his side, he tried harder to leave the smile on his face, of course this union or whatever it was, was all to my parents advantage, they needed this more than Damien did.
“This is not what we agreed, Tony, you promised to give me a mate, not a scared child”
“I can assure you...” my father said with a nervous laugh, “What happened here wouldn’t repeat itself, Right Lena?” he asked, his eyes drifting to me, I knew the consequences of silence and I had to speak up.
“Yes, father. I apologise”
“Feel free to punish her, if she disobeys, she could take a hit or two” my father said and mother nodded in agreement. I held back my sob, sure that there were many ears listening in right now, I couldn’t help but notice Damien’s hard glare, directed at my parents.
“She is my mate now, I’ll do to her as I please, you don’t need to tell me what to do with my Luna”
“Of... of course” My father stuttered out, “If you would excuse us” he said taking mother’s hands and they both scurried away, afraid of him and yet they had so conveniently handed me over to him.
None of them casted one last glance at their daughter, their only child, none of them cared about the fact that they might never see me again and just maybe I didn’t want to ever see them again, they didn’t deserve to be called parents.
I froze when I felt Damien’s lips on my ear.
“I will punish you for your little stunt” he promised, whispering it to me low enough that only I could hear it. A cold shiver rippled through me.
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Much too soon I was back in a black limousine, heading back to his pack, my new pack. My heart wouldn’t stop racing, being so close to him, knowing he could just kill me if I made him uncomfortable, there was a driver also in the car, but that gave me very little sense of protection, this was the moment I dreaded.
Then his hands trailed up my thigh and I inhaled, struggling to stay in place, would he just take me here, right here in the car and discard me?, so many questions running through my mind, so many questions, all left unanswered.
All my life, I had dreamt of what it would be like when I finally found my mate, the moment I would lose my virginity to him, but here I was with Alpha Damien and his eyes held no promises of being gentle.
(Lena's POV)We arrived at his pack by sun down. The Blood Moon pack.Everything about this pack was better than my pack- my previous pack, but despite the elegant building, three times bigger than ours, it did nothing to calm down my nerves, this was a strange place for me, here I had to start over, I wouldn't be Lena, the daughter of the Alpha, I would be anything he wanted me to be and the thought made me feel helpless.I walked out of the limousine, trailing behind Alpha Damien as he led me into the pack house, they were other pack members there waiting to welcome the Alpha’s mate, there was something different about this pack, each and every of them looked dangerous but not nearly as scary as Damien, my... mate.They bowed their heads in submission as we walked past, of course it was only because Damien was at my side."Alpha" someone called, someone that didn't sound as scared of him as the others and I wondered how that was possible, but when I looked up at the man with light b
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