Athena
I felt dizzy. Extremely dizzy and tipsy. However, I could not stop drinking. The more I watched that woman's hands around Sebastian, the more I saw them together, every cell of my body burned with rage.
I'd only taken a few gulps from the bottles and it hadn't even been more than ten minutes. However, the effects of alcohol were not only strong but overpowering. I'd never consumed anything alcoholic, but even for a non-alcohol drinker, I could tell that this was not normal. Anyone in their right mind could notice the suspicious quick effects, and I did not fall behind in that category, but Alas! I simply was not in the state to care.
The back of my head fucking hurt and my eyes were literally fighting to shut down but it was not clear whether it was because of the scene going in front of me or just another of these weird effects of this drink on me.
Surely I was not in my right mind, but the only thing I knew at this moment was— I did not want to be here anymore. The air in this room felt heavy, hard to inhale and painful when it hit my lungs like strong needles.
For the entire time, not even for once did Sebastian bother to spare me a glance. He seemed to be involved with himself and his newly found entertainment.
If I could, I'd left him forgetting about the fact that he was my mate and unfortunately he too was a victim of certain circumstances that made him act this way. But, my want to leave him was not going to help me escape, he was capable of bringing me back no matter what the cost would be.
I was stuck. Stuck in this hell with him and if one of us don't find a way out, then both of us had to burn.
Escaping him was not possible and staying with him was unbearable.
My fate has put me in such a position where I myself did not know what I was supposed to do.
Hating him wouldn't bring me anything, in fact, it was what he wanted. He wanted me to hate him, but loving him has turned out to be much more painful.
I raised the bottle to my mouth, taking another few gulps feeling the drink going down my throat and leaving a burning feeling lingering all the way. The bitter taste rolling over my tastebuds felt unbelievably good but I could taste something else as well but my lack of knowledge failed me in identifying it.
The sound of the chair beside me being pulled caught my undivided attention and I looked at my side. A man, a finely dressed blonde man.
"Hello, beautiful lady," He flashed me a smile, revealing a set of perfectly shaped pearly white teeth.
A light frown settled on my face for some reason, "Who are you?" I slurred, my eyes suspiciously examining him.
A chuckle left his mouth, "I'm Chris."
"Oh," I moved back to drinking again.
"Well...easy there," He spoke, motioning his hands in a lowering motion, "I'm afraid, you are already enough drunk to be drinking even more."
"Nothing can ever be too much," I giggled, "Nor pain, nor alcohol."
He fell silent for a few minutes, following my gaze that was now fixated on two particular individuals on the dance floor.
"You are here alone?" His question came.
"No, I'm here with my...." The word 'mate' was on right at the tip of my tongue when I swallowed it back, "Boyfriend."
"Sebastian Valdez?"
"Yes."
This time the silence that stretched between us was quite long-lasting, not that I minded but it was strange.
I kept observing Sebastian from afar, trying to get rid of the pain in m heart through the help of alcohol but it didn't help. If anything this half bottle of alcohol I consumed did was to make me feel actually worse than prior.
Sweat covered my forehead as well as my body, his eyes were following the trail of it gliding down my throat and disappearing in my cleavage, the stare is unsettling and suggestive.
"Would you like to go for a walk, perhaps?" He cleared his throat.
My gaze moved towards him. A quest began in my find trying to find the decision whether to accept the offer or decline.
Of course, the last thing I wanted was to stay here and watch Sebastian stab me in my heart over and over again. At least, I could find some sort of relief if I'd not have to witness everything with my very eyes.
"What do you think? Would I be able to walk?" A hiccup left my mouth at the end of the sentence.
"Perhaps, you don't look like a weak lady anyways," He shrugged, offering me his hand, "Besides, I am here to help. So, you have one less thing to worry about."
"Okay," I held his hand and got up from the chair, "Where to?"
"Upstairs," He led me through the crowd, and headed up the stairs. I caught a glimpse at Sebastian for one last time before getting lost in the crowd.
As we climbed upstairs the sound of music became a faint melody, and the air felt lighter as well the weight within my chest.
"You look a lot well treated compared to all the other girlfriends of Sebastian," He commented eyeing me up and down in close examination as we walked through the aisle.
"Because I'm not like his other girlfriends," I sighed and walked forward.
"Mind telling me what makes you different?" He followed me.
"I'm afraid that I can't answer your question," I took the support of the wall as I walked, taking its help by frantically leaning against it whenever my wobbly legs would draw themselves backwards or ironically stumble for nothing.
"For how long do you know Sebastian?"
"A few months," I mindlessly answered and kept walking, not actually realising where I was heading to. This part of the hotel was silent, really very silent but to the point where it could scare me.
"I haven't caught your name yet...." His voice dropped a few tones, sounding different in a peculiar way.
"Athena," I spoke, "You ask too many questions, Chris."
He didn't mind my comment. There was something else going on in his mind that perhaps made him ignore my curt remark.
"So Athena, has none told you that being this drunk in a place full of men who are there, eager and waiting to take advantage of beautiful ladies like you, is actually dangerous?"
"Really?" I laughed and turned to face him, "Who will take advantage of me? There's no one here except for....." The next word died in my throat as my eyes noticed the smirk displayed on his lips, vicious and wicked.
"Yes, there's none...except for me," He darkly chuckled, "And you know what? In this state, you won't be able to handle more than one man anyways. But if you change your mind, I can bring a few of my friends as well, in that way, we all can have a little fun."
It was then I realized that it was one of the biggest mistakes of my life to trust an unknown with myself when I was drunk.
He took a step and I took one back, he took another one and I took another step back. It continued till my back pressed against the wall. I was stuck.
A beeping sound buzzed inside of my head and banged against my ears. Danger.
"So, where will you go now?" He asked, cocking one of his eyebrows and walking even closer.
"L-listen, let me go...." I stammered, "He'll not....not spare you if you..."
I was cut off short by his hand moving around my waist and dragging me close to his body. I yelped and tried to push him away from me, I felt disgusted by his touch and his smell that made me nauseous.
"Oh shut up," He harshly fisted a bunch of my hair, "Sebastian Valdez is famous for bringing hoes, and you are no different than them. A man like him would not give a fuck about who fucks his hoe or not, even if he did, you are not one of those women otherwise he wouldn't be dancing with another lady there and not give a fuck about your damn presence."
"Let me go!" I tried with all my strength to push him away but with his beast-like power, he overpowered me very easily.
Ignoring my screams and pleas, he buried his head into my neck and took in my scent like a hungry animal, "You don't smell like a wolf nor do you smell like a human, quite interesting. You don't have a wolf do you?" He chuckled and kissed down my throat, "Either way, it's my gain. You won't be able to put up a proper fight in the bed, and I'd get easy use of you."
"Let go of me, you bastard," I shouted trying to pry his hands off of me.
"Shut up, you fucking hoe!" He grabbed my jaw so hard that I could feel my bone snap, and tears gathered in my eyes as the excruciating pain shot through, "It's not like you haven't slept with multiple men before and each of them hadn't put through many uses. I know hoes like you very well. You'll get the price you want, So stop this acting and go on with it."
"Let go of me!" Panic consumed me when the realization drew upon me that I was not capable of fighting his strength, "Please."
"Just stop with this drama already, you want money? Fine. How much? One hundred thousand, two hundred thousand? I'll give you any amount you want. But for now, keep your mouth shut and let me get a kick out of you." He moved his hands to my butt and squeezed it, "Fuck, no wonders why Sebastian has taken such good care of you. You not only look but also feel expensive....I wonder how you'd feel around my cock."
"Listen I'm not that kind of woman, I don't sleep for money," I cried, "Let me go, I beg you."
"So fucking annoying," He groaned and pushed me against the wall, I made an attempt to run away but he grabbed my wrist and slammed me back against the same surface.
A hiss left my mouth on its own. I felt like he'd broken my spine into two.
"I'd thought of taking you to a nice room and using you there but you, you just have to ruin it by acting so fucking stubborn. Now guess what? I'll have to fuck you against this wall and end it quickly." He opened his coat and threw it away before he moved to the zip of my dress.
I did not know what took over me all of a sudden, but I felt a burst of energy awake inside of me.
The next thing I knew I did was to push him away using the sudden power I felt burn through my veins, and punched him right across his face which left him stumbling a few steps backwards, "Stay away from me, you bastard!"
He stood there, almost looking at me in disbelief as if he hadn't expected me to attack him like this. Then his hand moved to touch the new cut beside his lips, he looked at the blood on his fingers and rage shaded his face.
"You fucking bitch," He strode towards me at full speed and slapped me.
My head spun for a few seconds, and my vision nearly went black.
"How dare you hit me?!" He growled and slammed against the same wall, "Now watch what I do to you, just watch."
I began hitting his chest, trying to prevent him from succeeding.
"Goddamn!" He groaned and reached to the front of my dress and tore it.
My hands flew to cover myself, my eyes went wide in horror. I was shaking in fear.
I did not want to get raped....again.
"Move these hands away," He pulled my hands away, pinning them over my head, his hungry eyes made me feel as if someone has poured dirt all over me.
I closed my eyes shut. Never in my life, I'd felt violated like this. It was true that I had been through worse but this was the worst I ever felt.
The shame, disgust and distress were real. Unnerving and strong.
With his extended claws, he was about to tear my bra as well but suddenly, he was yanked away from me.
I heard a gunshot followed by Chris's scream the next moment which caused me to open my eyes.
Chris was on the floor as blood dripped from the palm of his hand—The bullet has went through both sides of it. And Sebastian stood there with his gun in his hand pointed at him, his eyes full of rage and chest rapidly rising and falling, appearing to be on the verge of losing it.