Trigger warning: domestic violence
In a fit of rage, Chris tore through the manor, and as he departed, the wolves cringed in fear and bowed their heads. After reaching his chamber, he slammed the door shut. Growling in anger, he contemplated breaking something. Perhaps that bitch's neck!
He couldn't believe that the Council had given their stupid blessings for that scandalous mating! Rosalie belonged to him. How could that bitch sleep with someone else, barely days after he broke up with her? How was that even possible? Was she always such a whore? Myriad thoughts ran through his mind.
Grace had followed Chris back to their bedroom. She didn't give a rat's ass about the unapproved mating. That her mate had feelings for one of his Betas was her actual cause of distress. He was carrying on an affair behind her back and had already made plans to have other mistresses. That made her uncomfortable. She hated to share. She was an Alpha princess, after all. Wolves mated for life and stayed devoted to their mates.
She barged into their room and snarled at Chris before slamming the door behind her.
"We need to talk," she said as she entered.
Chris gave her a withering look. "Go away, Grace! I don't want to talk to you."
"Oh yeah? Now you don't want me. Already dreaming about mistresses, are you?" She shouted in anger. " How could you humiliate me? I AM YOUR MATE!"
He turned and prowled towards her.
"You are not my mate, Grace Anderson! You never were, and you never will. Rosalie is my true mate. I was going to claim her, but your dad and the council forced me to mate with you. I don't love you and have never loved you." He spoke cruelly, ignoring the shattered, broken look in her eyes. Her eyes brimmed with tears. She was quiet for a while, but soon composed herself.
"I don't care who was your mate. You are not a child. You willingly fucked me during the ceremony. Whether you like it or not, I am your mate now, and nothing can change that. I don't like to share, so don't even think about getting other women. You cannot disrespect me. Otherwise," she said with all her Alpha authority. She was also an Alpha, and her wolf refused to take this humiliation.
He narrowed his eyes. " Otherwise, what, Grace?"
"I will talk to my dad and the council; you cannot treat me like this," she answered back.
He took her by the throat and threw her on the bed, ripping her clothes off of her body. After Grace landed on her stomach, she quickly crawled to her knees and then made her way to the other side of the bed. Before her feet could touch the floor, he was already on top of her. He threw her backwards and pinned her to the bed.
He snarled at her, moving at light speed towards her and ripping away the rest of her clothes in deep frustration and anger. Grace tried to push him away from her, but to no avail; her strength wasn't matched to his.
Before she could scream out in outrage, he had already placed his lips on top of hers in a vicious kiss. She jerked her head in the opposite direction. She screamed, "Stop!". She dislodged her hands from his grasp and immediately started pushing and hitting him.
He was unaffected and calmly took both of her hands in his own, holding them immobile above her head. He resumed his attack on her mouth, his tongue remaining unrelenting in its pursuit of eliciting a response from her. She continued to fight him with her body, shoving against him and wiggling in desperation as she fought him. However, the rubbing of his clothes against her delicate skin only agitated her further. He paused for a second, but only long enough to unbuckle his pants.
Grace whimpered again as the misery of her situation washed over her.
"Chris! PLEASE STOP!"
Ignoring her. He unleashed the full fury of his anger. He did not seduce her like he had the night before, hoping to satisfy her yearning. Holding her hands with one of his, he used the other to snake down his body and draw her leg over him. He gave her no warning and no reprieve as he impaled her mercilessly.
He didn't even care to prepare her. "Damn you, Rosalie," he growled, slamming deep into Grace as he lifted her legs to his shoulders to give him better access. Her attempts to escape his vice-like grip were futile. Grace's pleas fell on deaf ears as Chris continued his brutal assault. The pain and violation left her feeling utterly helpless and trapped in the nightmare unfolding before her.
She knew she would have bruises in several spots. Tears rolled down her beautiful face as he continued to pump in and out of her in sheer anger. In his mind, he was punishing the witty, gorgeous Rosalie, not his newly mated wife.
She cried out. He held the position as his head dipped to her ear, then her neck. His searing breath scorched her for a moment before his lips and tongue attacked her sensitive skin.
She cried as he continued to pump into her to drive away his burning frustration of losing Rosalie forever.
Given his angry, aroused state and the tight, slick channel he was burying himself in, he didn't last long. With one loud growl, he emptied himself into her, knowing she had not reached for her release. Good. He flowed in rushing torrents into her. The deep black fire that had consumed him eventually calmed down.
He breathed out as he lay on top of her. His heart stopped pounding in his head.
He looked down at Grace's tortured form. Her eyes were still closed, but a copious number of tears had escaped. Her breathing remained ragged, and her hands lay over her chest, covering herself protectively. Seeing her in a distressed state gave him a sense of satisfaction.
'Serves her right for messing up with me!'
Damn the fates. Damm Alex! who failed to control his wolf. As if his wolf had sensed his plan.
He would get his revenge someday.
He would take her back!
He promised himself!