Chapter One

Jasmine's POV

This wasn't marriage, rather it was the definition of pure hell and bondage.

 

I sat around the dinner table and watched as the clock ticked away, the wildlife outside sang comforting words to me, but the pain in my heart could not be cured.

 

2 am and he wasn't yet back, I couldn't help but worry as I was certain he left with no guards, I hated the fact that I was worried.

 

Bonded to him by the goddess, married to him as a debt meant to be repaid when I give him a child, my heart longed for him as much as I hated him.

 

For some reason tonight, I didn't want this routine of waiting up, I desperately wanted to forget.

 

I dragged myself up to the wine cellar and picked up wine with the highest amount of wolfsbane to get me drunk.

 

My hands found my phone and I dialed his number before stopping, calling the Alpha was useless because the only thing I'd get in return would be insulted as always.

 

It's only been a year since I was sold off to a mate who treated me no less than a rag, and it already felt like an eternity.

 

A tear slipped down my eye. I immediately wiped it away and laughed softly to myself, he didn't deserve my tears anymore.

 

I chugged down the wine before wiping my lips, “Happy anniversary Alpha Tyler” I mocked myself before taking down another gulp.

 

As I carelessly chugged down the wine, I watched idly as the candle slowly died down, and I was left in darkness to wallow in self-pity and hatred.

 

What was I even expecting?

 

Today was our anniversary, but here I sat in the darkness, with the man I called my husband nowhere in sight.

 

What was I even expecting?

 

Gifts? Surprise? A night of lovemaking?

 

Yes! It wasn't too much to want, but it was all a figment of my imagination, as there was no doubt that he was probably fucking around with Emily.

 

I chuckled sadly to myself, and threads of jealousy and bitterness began weaving themselves in my heart.

 

I was nothing but a doormat here, it was almost as though I didn't exist, well only when he returned home drunk in a stupor and decided to grace me with insults.

 

Deep down, the nineteen-year-old girl who was separated from her family and friends with no choice longed for excitement.

 

I wanted something more, something different from staying home all day, eating, sleeping, and reading all the books I’ve read in the library, at nightfall I'd await my husband who doesn't even regard me, the next day the same routine followed.

 

Staggered footsteps brought me back to reality and my eyes slowly moved towards the door.

 

My husband was home and as expected, the stench of alcohol greeted me even before I sighed at him, drunk to a stupor.

 

Sounds of glass shattering followed shortly after him.

 

For the first time in a year, I decided not to welcome my husband back, but rather watch as this whole night would play out.

 

“Jas” he slurred out as though he were expecting me. I stayed mute and watched the feared Alpha Tyler make a fool out of himself.

 

This comic show was what the universe has used to bless me.

 

“Jasmine my beloved wife,” he said softly, “I'm so sorry”

 

My heart skipped, that was new and unexpected.

 

“I love you, forgive me baby” he added.

 

“Jas, I know you are here, and you know I don't like being ignored baby” This time there was an underlying warning tone beneath his course causing me to shiver.

 

“Alpha” I muttered under my breath.

 

As I helped him to the bedroom, he kept on muttering useless apologies and promises to be better.

 

It almost had me wondering if all these apologies were for me because the Alpha Tyler I was familiar with hated me to the core.

 

I helped him undress and just as I was about to go, he pulled me back and flipped us over.

 

Not even giving me time to digest our position, his lips found mine.

 

I didn't want this, at least not when we were both intoxicated.

 

I struggled against his hold and forced my mouth shut, but his desperate lips bit mine open, while my struggles didn't even move him.

 

“I want you so much, baby” I heard him say and disgust danced all over my body.

 

“Tyler please” I pleaded, but it seemed to grow his desire and his hands found my breast and ripped open my top, causing me to cry out.

 

“Isn't this what you want?” He mocked as his fingers found and slipped into my thighs.

 

I felt like screaming no, but it didn't matter, he was going to have his way either way, so why bother?

 

Never had imagined that my first time would be this way.

 

I lay helpless on the bed as he had his way with me like a ravenous beast.

 

Tears slipped out and this time I let it, “Why the hell are you crying?!” He growled while thrusting in and out of me roughly.

 

“Isn't this what you were brought to do, you are my wife, my baby-making factory, and nothing more, so wipe those tears and enjoy your Alpha fucking you like the slut you are”

 

His lips captured mine once more without any struggles from me, I was already weak and tired, so there was no use fighting him as he was right.

 

I was his baby-making factory.

 

His grunts and moans filled the room as he neared his climax before finally collapsing on my body.

 

“Do you even care one bit?” I sobbed before adding, “Your apologies were they even real or just a coy to tear open my panties?”

 

His snores answered me and I rolled him away before bursting into tears.

 

On this fateful night, I had hoped for something different from the normal routine, and I got it.

 

I tried crying myself to sleep as pain soured through every part of my body.

 

This was my hell!