Scarlett
“You stole my place,” he finally emitted after standing there for more than a couple of minutes. The moment his scent filled my nostrils, I felt his presence. The urge to fight with him, to show him how he hurt me was tough to fight with but I didn’t want to start it.
If someone had messed with my mood and heart, shouldn’t it be their responsibility to clear their mess? I asked myself and felt satisfied with my reasons so I pouted and decided to ignore his presence.
He cleared his throat before opening his mouth, “It used to be my place to hide from my pain and reality. I never attended any family gathering where my in-laws were invited.”
How easily he accepted that he was married! How fucking easily…!
My wife, my in-laws… His words were breaking my heart and he didn’t have any idea that his stupid words were literally making me feel like trash.
Who was I then?
Nobody to him.
I didn’t care about the ranks, positions, or titles. Nevertheless, I couldn’t withstand anybody else’s name with him.
What was my value to his life?
A mistress or a whore? Another woman except for his wife, whom everyone hated including his family and pack members.
“Ain’t I supposed to be here when I’m also sharing your pain and enduring your fucking ignorance?” I broke my silence as all the thoughts were driving me crazy and I didn’t want to end up feeling smothered by my thoughts.
Since I had put a barrier between our thoughts, he couldn’t have access to my brain. How will he know what’s wrong if I won’t tell him?
His chin rested on my shoulder which released all the tension from my body. I wondered how my mate’s touch could melt all my anger and anxiety.
“It’s not the time to melt under his touch. Take some control over your body and horniness,” a voice reminded me and I gained my composure back.
“Who are you?” I questioned back to the voice in my head. Was it my wolf or a sign of my wolf’s existence in my body? I never felt any voice in my head before when I was in the Blood Moon pack, it suddenly started appearing when I came to the Black Moonstone pack.
The voice didn’t respond to me so I considered asking Layla about this.
“You shouldn’t tell anyone about this. You’ll know everything at the right time but if you tell anyone anything regarding this, you might not be able to know anything at all,” suddenly the voice retorted and I felt a part of my mind shut.
“I’m sorry for being…” he let out, distracting me from the voice and I realized his hands fastened around my waist.
Inserting my hands on his, I dragged them away though my body didn’t want this, already missing his chin and breathing on my shoulder.
“You don’t get me at the end of the day after whatever you do to me and just saying sorry,” I said in a low voice, not turning to face him. Maybe a look at him would change my mind and I wasn’t ready for a change of mind.
He strolled to my side, standing in the front of me, and began, “I wanted you to be my Luna-”
I cut him off, “yes. That’s the thing. You get everything you want. It’s always about what you want and you’re an Alpha so you should get everything, right?” I chuckled maliciously before continuing, “How can an Alpha not get what he wants? And when they don’t get it, they freak out and start ordering people around them, expecting that they will obey their orders and they certainly should when it’s about safety or war but not when it’s about their heart. Everyone should have a free will to do whatever their heart desires just like you Alphas,” my voice was exceedingly sweet and smooth as I uttered with a couple of chuckles, not hiding my sarcasm at all.
“Woah. Wow. I’m completely blown away by whatever you said,” he shook his head and fluttered his eyelashes.
“Wow. It’s…” I paused for a second before jiggling my head and saying, “whatever for you?” I said in the same tone as his, emphasizing the word whatever.
Here, I was hurt, expressing my pain and the thing he did wrong, and what was his response?
Whatever.
He stifled a giggle which made me question if I cracked some joke or what?. I was fucking serious about every single thing I mentioned and it was funny for him.
“Look, you’re overreacting. I said whatever but I didn’t mean that I didn’t care-” he pronounced while snickering.
“Wow. So now I’m overreacting,” I interrupted him again because he didn’t leave any other choice for me.
Exhaling loudly, I folded my hands across my chest. “Yeah, you’re right. I shouldn’t react at all,” I said with a smile on my face before turning my heels on and he could see me crying because his ignorance was hurting me too much to bear.
His presence was doing nothing but making me feel more worthless and shit. Everything was funny for him, perhaps my emotions, too.
“Hey, wait,” he yelled in a troubled voice and followed me. “At least, listen to me, Scar.”
“Guess what, I don’t have ears anymore!.” I exclaimed and started running to the other side.
His gigantic hand wrapped around my waist and the next moment, I found myself bending to him when his lips smooched my neck.
My breathing slowed as he nuzzled my neck with his lips. Before he could go further, I reminded myself that he didn’t care about me.
Perhaps as a mate, he just wanted my body, not my heart. He didn’t care about me, how I felt when he ordered me in front of everyone, how he hurt me.
“Stop,” Mustering my voice, I muttered in a cracked voice but he did reverse. His hands reached my breasts, sending shivers down my spine.
Despite my craving for his touch, I screamed out, “stop!” Instead of stopping, he twirled me to kiss my lips.
I wasn’t feeling loved or excited by his touch, I felt humiliated and used so without giving it a second thought, I slapped him and pushed his body away from mine. “I said stop. You should have listened to me.”
Regret emanated in my heart as I noticed his brown eyes blazing with golden flecks of his wolf’s eyes. The brown orbs had hurt and furious expressions mixed equally beneath the golden hues.
“You shouldn’t have…” he restrained his anger and didn’t finish his words. His hand grabbed my neck and pulled me closer, his other hand grabbed both of my hands and lifted them behind my back which made me struggle to release his hold from my hands.
He didn’t even give me a chance to decipher what was happening and crushed his lips against mine roughly. His lips demanded entrance into my mouth, I turned my face here and there to protest his kiss but he moved his face along with mine, not letting the contact of our lips break.
This kiss was nothing gentle or passionate, it was a rough, demanding, and dominating kiss. His lips weren’t gentle as plums as always, he nibbled my bottom lip and aggressively dipped his tongue into my mouth.
I lost my control and closed my eyes before I started kissing him back, moving my tongue along with his every hit. His lips savored every corner of my mouth vigorously causing the butterflies in my stomach to awake. His tongue dominantly wandered in my mouth, not giving me a chance to explore his mouth which irked me. I was feeling so hot and wet beneath my panties and my knees weakened, I needed to hold him to stand still.
He slowly released my hands and instead of pushing him away, my hands reached his head to pull him closer. He stood straight, not budging from his place at all while I leaned my body forward to feel his heartbeat.
The hot liquid burned my thighs as his hands caressed my asscheeks, pulling me harshly towards him so our chests collided with each other, awakening all the darkest desires in me.
“Klaus, mmm…” a loud moan escaped my throat when he kissed my neck along with the marking spot, making it impossible for me to resist him then.
My vagina throbbed hardly, startling me that another part of my body could also beat except my heart. The urge to have his touch between my legs intensified as each second was passing by.
“Fuck, Klaus,” I moaned helplessly, needing him beyond my resistance.
Holding my chin, he took his lips away from my neck and I opened my eyes to see a nasty smirk playing on his lips.
“You want me, now, huh?” He muttered in his husky and slow voice which made me gulp and nod my head shortly.