Chapter 5

I froze when his hands went lower.

"The tension would make it harder, Lena," he said and I inhaled. Deciding to follow my mother’s advise, I loosened up, his fingers came closer to my wetness, claiming my clit, he robbed slow circles and despite myself, I felt my arousal, my toe curled, the feeling was unlike any other, and then a single finger slipped in and I let out a silent moan, he went in and out of me, steady rhythm and I found myself grinding my hips against his hands, loving the friction, he added in another finger, my walls clasped around his fingers and he went in and out faster, in more jerking motions, I could feel myself building up, I moaned louder, ashamed of how my own body was reacting to his touch, I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this, but then his two finger were out of me and I felt him, hard and huge, again my entry, I froze.

"No, don't, it would only make it more painful for you" he said to me, he spread my legs wider for more leverage and then he pushed into me, slowly, and it felt like I was being ripped into two. I felt the tears fall down my eyes, I was quick to wipe them, remembering Claudia words, 'he didn't need to see your tears'.

His lips claimed mouth again, as he went in and out of me, slowly going deeper into me with each thrust. Of course I wouldn't be able to cum, the pain had been too much, he went a little bit faster and then he cummed in me, before rolling off me.

I was scared to look down at the blood on the sheets, my blood.

Again I felt like I was always the one giving and never receiving anything, Alpha Damien would have gone harder with me, he seemed to have changed his mind in punishing me, I should be grateful. He hadn't marked me either, could it be because he didn't get what he wanted?, because I didn't meet his expectations?, would he be returning me back to my pack?

I watched as he walked towards his clothes, he picked them up and walked away.

I didn't know what I expected to happen after he had sex with me, but again, I had to remind myself that I would always be another woman to him, nothing special.  

(Damien’s POV)

It took everything in me to walk away. I wanted to have her again and again till she wouldn’t be able to feel anything but me inside of her, but something in me couldn’t do it, not even after the little runaway stunt she pulled earlier and it was almost impossible to think that the girl I had my eyes on for years was finally here, and I couldn’t fuck her till my obsession was over.

It was a wonder how a girl like her could get my attention, how a girl like her could give me sleepless nights. It wasn’t love, of course not; I am not capable of that; it was a twisted, dark obsession. I thought being with her once would end it, but it didn’t. Something in me was twisted, and it wanted her. I was not her little savior, maybe quite the opposite. I wanted her, every inch of her. I want it to be mine. I want to make her scream my name every damn day. And now she was here, and I saw the tears in her eyes, and I couldn’t even mark her. 

Maybe I made a mistake, claiming her as mine. I didn’t know how to treat a mate right, Kate—my deceased mate had taught me that, but a part of me knew that if I didn’t get her, then no one else would.

I punched at the punching bag, trying to take my mind off her. It wasn’t working one bit.

My beta Diego walked in with a smirk on his face, and his smirk quickly turned into a frown.

“She wasn’t a good fuck?” He asked, curious.

“She’s alright”

“Why are you here, on your damn wedding night, hitting at a punching bag when you are to be hitting at the girl?”

“I think she wouldn’t be able to take it.”

“When did you ever care about that?”

“She is my mate, not some random girl.”

“So?, I thought this would finally end this strange obsession you have grown for her?” He said, I didn’t have to tell him that I thought the same, but I was far from over her; her tightness turned me hard. Just by thinking of it, I didn’t know if I would ever be tired of her, but it’s clearly not anytime soon. 

“I don’t want to get rid of her; I want her to be mine.”

Diego stared at me like I had grown a second head. “You do know the plan? She is no fit for a Luna, despite being the child of an Alpha.”

I snort, “I know about her weak genes, but I want her, I am strong enough for the both of us.”

Before now, I thought I would get over her after a one-time fuck, but clearly it wouldn’t be that easy.

“She would be afraid of you; she can’t make a family, Damien; I am sure she also heard about Kate, to her you would only be the brutal Alpha.”

“I don’t deal with emotions; I don’t want love.”

“Then what exactly do you want from her? You want her as some regular fuck?”

“Plainly stated; yes. I also want something from her. I want her to bear my pups.”

“You have to be kidding me; you really want the daughter of that dirty fucker, Antony?”

“I married her, so yes,” I said, my voice void of emotion.

It was hard to explain, and it was hard for me to understand too, given that I’ve been watching her. Her secret little stalker, checking up on her and waiting for the day she would finally be mine, I wouldn’t be giving her up so soon, not after what it cost me to get her. Her father, Tony, had walked right into my trap, ready to sell his daughter for some cool money and a promising alliance. It was clear he didn’t give a flying fuck about his daughter, and he would have given her out for less. The thought of the faint scars on her body, which he had caused, sent me over the edge.

“I have some more business with Alpha Tony.”

Diego snorted at his title. “Fucker doesn’t deserve to be an Alpha; his pack was so close to doom till he came up with the proposal.”

“He hits her, and I just need to pay him a visit, he needs a little reminder.”

Diego chuckled darkly.