Rhea
I take a step back before I pull down the zipper of the jacket and slide it off my shoulders. It drops on the floor as I pull my shirt up and over my head, exposing my bare skin to him and the cold. My hands reach for the front button of my pants, and I unbutton them, tugging at them und I’m able to slide it down my thighs. I kick them off, and then I’m in my underwear.
The cold air bites me, but it doesn’t compares to the heat of my rising anger and sting of this forced submission
Aron watches me with gleaming satisfaction in his eyes. He doesn’t avert his gaze, doesn’t even offer a shred of decency or respect as I stand before him. Instead, his gaze travels over me, taking in my body in ways that make me feel like he’s already claiming me again, even before anything
The shift doesn’t comes easy. It’s painful and my wolf makes it harder because she doesn’t want to obey him or his order. She doesn’t want to submit, not after she learned the truth.
I grit my teeth, holding in the whimpers and cries as I shift into my wolf form.
The only thing that rings in my head is the hatred I have grown for Aron, the disgust for what he’s put me through, and how much pain I’ve suffered.
And he still won’t stop.
For a moment there, back in the headquarters, I almost pitied him for the trap he was about to walk into. But now, seeing him, watching him kill those warriors so brutally and not caring, my pity has turned into hatred once again.
When I finally shift, Aron follows, shifting into his massive wolf, a deep dark black fur, so much that it seems like midnight. He’s larger, far larger than I am. He towers over me, and there’s a fear inside my heart that I try to shake off as I take a step back, looking up at him.
I know that I’m not safe in this form, but it was the better choice to make than him forcing my wolf to obey his command and then shift.
I follow him when he begins to move, his body is tense and he keeps looking back to see if I am following him or not. I have no other option. I don’t have a choice, but to follow him, even though my wolf is still resisting.
When he begins to quicken, I’m forced to as well. And for the next few hours, I’m just moving with him. We don’t speak, don’t look at each other. It’s just him in front of me, taking me back to the pack. The place I dread going to. The place where he rules.
We stop when it gets late at night. I don’t even notice how he moves and then heads toward a cabin deep in the Lakewood Forest, one I’ve been to before.
It’s almost ironic how I’m here again.
He doesn’t speak to me. Doesn’t even say a word before shifting back into his human form.
“Shift.” he orders.
And I follow.
The moment I shift back to my human form, my legs tremble, weak from running. It feels like they’re going to buckle and fall. But he doesn’t allow it.
He comes to me, grabs my wrist, and forces me to walk into the cabin.
I’m naked, completely bare to the cold, to the air, to him.
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Tue, 22 Apr w
Chapter 131
“There’s nothing to hide from me, Rhea he taunts, and it makes me sick to my stomach ‘T’ve already seen it all. Every part of you has been claimed by me. You think it’s going to make me want you any less if you hide yours?
I don’t respond.
He inhales deeply, taking in my scent. His eyes flutter shut, and he lets out a low, ptural wound
I feel his fingers digging into the soft skin of my hips. “Well, at least you haven’t let that bastard touch you like I’ve touched you. Makes me almost think you might actually have a chance to redeem yourself”
I can feel his desire for me, even without the mating bond between us.
It’s there. Always have been.
I turn my head and refuse to look at him.
He takes in a breath, his chest rises, his body towering above mine.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve missed your scent,” he says.
“Then you shouldn’t have done what you did.”
“I had no other choice. I knew you wouldn’t stay?”
“You didn’t give me a choice,” I say through gritted teeth. “You didn’t give me the chance to make a choice on my own. You forced me. You made my choice for me. You took it from me.”
He turns me around and makes me face him. I don’t move my arms from my chest, keeping them over it
“And you wouldn’t have chosen me.”
“How can you even think I’d choose you when you were the cause of my suffering? You made me into a runt. You took my life and changed it for your own twisted plans. How can you think that I would choose you?” I spit the words, making him feel the anger inside me, making him realize what he has done. “I hate you, Aron. I hate you with all my existence.”
His eyes narrow to mine before he raises his hand and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
“You’ll forgive me.” he states so simply. “Us”
A wicked smile twists on his lips as he says that. It’s not even Aron that I’m talking to.
His finger trails down to my shoulder,and his thumb traces the scars there. I swallow thickly as I see his face soften slightly and the corner of his eyes crease.
“Because you’re mine,” he says, and the words are a promise. A promise that he won’t let me go. That he won’t ever give me to someone else. That even if I’m another man’s mate, nothing will stop him from making me his again and again.
Even if I fight, even if I scream, even if I beg. He won’t stop.
“Now, I do hope there are some clothes of yours here from our last stay.” he pauses and his hand cups the side of my neck and his thumb rests on my cheek. “I don’t mind the sight, but I’m not sure if you do.”
“Go to hell.”
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