Chapter 4

I walked out of the limousine, trailing behind Alpha Damien as he led me into the pack house, they were other pack members there waiting to welcome the Alpha’s mate, there was something different about this pack, each and every of them looked dangerous but not nearly as scary as Damien, my... mate.

They bowed their heads in submission as we walked past, of course it was only because Damien was at my side.

"Alpha" someone called, someone that didn't sound as scared of him as the others and I wondered how that was possible, but when I looked up at the man with light brown hair and grey eyes, I understood why, he must be the beta or gamma. His grey eyes settled on me and he frowned, he didn't like me very much, I could tell. "The room is ready" was all he said to Damien and my mate nodded, leading me to where I believed was his room. My heart raced and I knew many would be listening in for those small details so I had to be composed, but it was so hard being composed at a time like this.

Damien led me into his room and shut the door... and then locked it. At this point my heart was somewhere in my throat.

He walked past me to get himself a glass of Loius XIII brandy and he took a sip before turning to me, the force of his gaze alone got me shaking.

"Take off your clothes"

It was a simple command yet I found myself unable to do it, a part of me had hoped, that just maybe when we got into the room, things would be different, his face was blank of emotions, his eyes an empty void and he waited.

I slowly loosened the buttons of my dress, unable to hold back the tears. I was the sacrificial Virgin, given to the beast, just for a bargain that benefited my parents. At this point I couldn’t help but hate them. I let my dress fall to the floor, the white material pooling around me, he would take my innocence here, after all that was what would be expected of him being my mate.

His eyes never once left my body, still emotionless, did he liked what he saw?, why should I care about that, he most have seen countless women naked, I was just one of them.

"Those too" he said, referring to the thong I wore beneath my wedding dress, I didn't feel any bit covered in them, dressed like this, still in my high heels, I knew what I looked like, a hooker, a whore.

My hands shook as I unclasped my bra and took of the thong next.

“Those scars... how did you get them?” he asked. I didn’t think he would bother about the scars, they were only a few faint marks caused by my father, I thought about keeping silent, but then, maybe if I told him he would... pity me, even a little bit.

“My father”, I said, “He hits me”. At that his eyes darkened again and I wondered if I made a bad choice telling him.

"Get on the bed"

I let out a silent sob as I walked ever so slowly to the bed, he sat there, all patient, he knew well that at the end of it all, he would get what he wants, I had no say in this and for the first time in my life, I felt truly alone.

I laid on the bed and then he stood, shrugging off his coat, he was left in his black long sleeve, even through the material, his muscles flex with every movement he made, and then he took off his shirt, leaving his upper part bare. I couldn't look away, every inch of his skin was covered in tattoo, trailing down his arms and even up his neck. Nothing scared me more than a man with tattoo, but this was far more than I had ever seen... I couldn't deny they were beautiful, just like every part of him, but that didn't make me less scared of him, I could also see the scars on his body, slightly hidden by the tattoo... I dared looking downwards, he caught me staring but said nothing.

He was aroused and huge, even through his pants, he was large.

I gasped, watching as he took off ever last piece of clothing.

How would that fit into me?

He walked to the drawer closest to the bed and picked out something, I watched as he held the cuffs in his hands, cuffs that were meant to be used on me.

The fear built up in me, I scurried away from the bed, but he caught me without even a single effort as if he had expected that reaction from me. He placed me back on the bed, easily cuffing my both hands to the bed post.

“I want your hands on me” he explained, his voice husky, but I was beyond reasoning with.

"Please, let me go..." I begged

"You cannot escape me, you cannot escape this pack Lena, this is your home now, you are my mate, till the day you die, you would be mine"

The day I die. That would be soon, I couldn’t imagine myself living with Damien.

“Please...” I begged still, if my mother was here she would have frowned at my behaviour, ‘be submissive’ she would hiss at me.

"Don't. Don't beg, I would claim you today and I would mark you as mine"

I laid back on the bed, his eyes were still on me, as if trying to understand me, but I knew he didn't give a crap what I was feeling right now.

"Your father told me you are a virgin, is that true?"

Stubbornly I turned away from him, but then I felt his hands on my jaw, his hold almost painful.

"Don't you dare do that, when I ask you a question, you answer"

"Yes... Yes I am a virgin"

"Good" he whispered, so close to my ears that I shivered, he leaned closer, his eyes burning into mine and I shut my eyes as he claimed my lips, I had never kissed a man before, I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing, with all the nerves I felt, I doubted I was doing anything right but he never stopped to complain, his rough palm robbed around my nipples, cupping them and then it went lower to my stomach, his rough palm on my skin made me feel something- I couldn't explain what that was but I could feel the slight wetness forming between my legs. I froze when his hands went lower.