THREE: MARK YOU

TRIGGER WARNING : DEPICTION OF SEXUAL ABUSE. 

“I wouldn’t want to mess with a man like that. He sounds worse than the other Alphas I have seen,” I commented. “Though, I am curious. Why did he just go MIA after taking over the town?”

Jannet shrugged “I don’t know. There are several types of rumors. Some say he is dead, some say he is traveling to different places and I personally think he’s not interested in the town.”

I frowned, “Why would you say that?”

“It’s quite evident. Blood Moon Pack didn’t claim the title of the strongest pack in the world just by existing. It has the whole country under its reign. And there are rumors that it will spread its wings further. Alpha Dark seems to be the only person after the Lycan King who could take over such a vast expanse in such a short time.”

They were right. During the high-school study on wolves, it was stated that a pack could grow its territory just like kings used to do in the medieval ages. By fighting wars with other packs. Once the other pack lost, the winning pack took them into their reign and they all followed the same Alpha. The Beta stayed by his side, while the Gammas and Omegas were in charge of administration and training the fighters.

Then came the wolves who had no ranks and were living under the mercy of the warriors and then came us, humans. We were the ants in rank.

“Wait a sec. No way can the Alpha take on the whole country. There are so many packs out there. He couldn’t just be winning—”

“He did.” Candice intervened, “People claim that the other alphas in comparison to him appear as puppies because he won every single war.”

“I wonder if he will be going for the Lycan King’s position soon,” Jannet said and checked the time on her phone.

We went back to the lectures and the rest of the classes went smoothly. Nobody could tell that I was choked and bathed with ice-cold water.

There was no sign of gossip regarding the former among the students. They would talk about what Sam and Nat did, if they desired to receive the same treatment, or, even worse. No one dared to cross the high-ranking wolves.

I met with my reflection on the polished glass window. Dark gray clouds veiled the sky in its gloomy embrace. One would expect it to rain, or snow, because of the chilly air. But that would be a miracle for this town.

The weather in Wilfair was always uncertain.

My thoughts switched to the earlier conversation I had with Jannet and Candice. I wondered if the town would finally get a glimpse of its Alpha.

After the last lecture, I packed my notes and stepped out of the lecture room. My eyes nervously flickered to the silent, empty corridors. Due to the scarce town population, the college felt like it was on lockdown.

My hurried flat shoes clicked against the floor as I walked ahead, my shadow following my trail. Suddenly, I heard footsteps and before I could sense anything, a hand grabbed my arm and I was pushed against the wall.

When I looked up, I was met with a pair of enraged blue eyes. Sam!

“Going home, babygirl?” Sam cocked his head, a devilish smirk painted on his face. I grimaced. He used to call me ‘baby girl’ when I was his girlfriend.

“I don’t want anything to do with you, Sam. Let me—” He slammed his fist on the wall, inches away from my face and my eyes squinted as a reflex.

“How about you come to my place? We can have some fun, like the good old days.” He said and I clutched the front of my sweater, remembering the day he forced himself on me when I came to his mansion for the first time.

His intentions were pretty clear but I wanted our first time to be special. We were watching TV when he tried to get intimate with me and I politely declined saying that I was not in the mood. He had intentionally played an erotic movie, but it wasn’t working on me.

He did not seem to like my response as he got furious and started to say that I did not love him. That’s why I was throwing such tantrums and why I was attracted to some other guys and was making out with other people. I spoke back, trying to dig sense into him but he was so adamant.

Later, he just pushed me onto the sofa and started to open my top. I tried to tell him that I was not comfortable but he wouldn’t listen and he tore off my top. I could not refuse too hard because he was my boyfriend and wanted to give him pleasure.

I could not stop him because I thought that I had to prove to him that I loved him and let him do what he wanted was the only way right then. He made me give him a blow job, almost taking his member to my throat.

It was hard for me as I felt like coughing and he loaded his seed on my mouth, irrespective of my telling him that I was not ready for this. He left me alone like a used toy on the sofa.

I regretted giving up myself, but in my defense, my mom nailed the concept of satisfying your partner to be the ultimate bliss in my head. The knowledge of proper consent came later when I shared the experience with my friends.

The memory was still fresh in my head like it was yesterday and I looked at him with a look of disgust. Noticing it, he growled in anger.

“How dare you make that face in front of me?! You take yourself as someone higher than me since you broke up with me?!” He snarled and I trembled under his towering figure. “Well, dream on, because today, in the mating ball, I will mark you as my mate and you will be trapped under me.” He hissed.

My face ran cold at his words.

“No! You can’t do that. Natalie is your mate.” I reminded him.

If I am marked, then I would have no choice but to be his mate and live with him!

He leered at me, “You think I care about her? I told you, it is you who I always loved.” His voice sounded sincere, but I knew what the truth was. He told me that he loved me all the time and beat me, raped me, and verbally abused me in the name of love.

“This is not love, Sam. You are just obsessed with me. And I hate you!” I said, my voice shaking.

His face slowly darkened and he moved extremely close to me, his breath falling on my face. “What did you say?” He gripped my arm, his nails digging into my skin and I yelped in pain. He pinned me against the locker and I tried to get him off me, but he was too strong.

I punched, kicked his body, and even tried to bite his hand, but none of it worked. He was a warrior wolf and my strength was nothing compared to his.

He chuckled, “As if you can go against me. You don’t realize, do you? You are my personal slave now and as long as you breathe, I will love you the way I like to.” he slapped me, the sound of it ringing in my ears.

His nails pierced into the skin of my waist, like daggers.

I screamed in pain, my eyes pooling with tears and my vision turned blurry. I want this to end, please! I knew nobody would come to my rescue as all of them were scared of Sam.

They would blame me.

I still tried to get his hands off me, but it was like punching a wall. He moved closer to my face, licking my chin and I gritted my teeth.

“Want me to lessen the pain? Here…” he left my waist and his hand moved into my jeans. I realized what he was doing and I screamed,

“No! Leave me!” I tried to get his hand away and move to the other side, but he stepped on my foot, stopping me from moving. I cried out loud, hoping that someone would come to my rescue.

“Relax, sweetie. You will enjoy it I promise. You liked me doing these things to you back then.” He whispered in my ear and his finger started to slide down my pantie. I cried, telling him to stop but he started to rub my core and I felt disgusted and wanted something to happen that would kill me.

“Sam?” It was the familiar voice of Natalie from behind that caused my tormentor to push himself away from me.

My blurred vision fell on her smooth, filtered with make-up face. Her perfectly done eyebrows were raised in question, contradictory to her gray eyes, which told me that she knew what was up.

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