Chapter 50 Chapter 49
Evelyn.
I shakily stood to my feet. Stripping myself of my clothes, I trudged to the bed, lying facedown on it, tears streaming from my eyes as I cried softly, waiting for him to come to me. I could feel his gaze roaming over me, his eyes tracing the contours of my body, claiming me as his own and I loathed it. He was finally behind me and with a blindfold secured to my eyes, taking away my eyesight, he drew me to himself and began to take his pleasures.
He wrapped a hand around my throat and I could barely breath, fighting for air as he choked me, and more tears filled my eyes. I tried to break out from his grasp but he only tightened it, pushing my legs apart as his other hand delved between my legs to find me ready, my body betraying my mind. A harsh groan escaped his lips as he dug his sharpened teeth into the skin on my shoulders and I screamed, bucking away from him. He held me still, thrusting his massive erection inside of me, taking my breath away, a strangled scream escaping my lips.
There's nothing gentle or sweet about this encounter, not like he's ever been but for some reason, this has to be one of the worst nights I've had with him. His thrusts are cruel and he seemed intent on causing me not only physical but emotional pain as well. The drawn-out moments of pleasure brought a strange mix of relief and agony, leaving me conflicted and torn. When he was finally sated, he dismissed me, and I couldn't help but feel used and broken.
Laying exhausted on the bed, bitterness rose within me, a fire that threatened to consume me and my resentment for him grew. He stepped away from me, donning on his robe as he went to grab a bottle of wine from a stash. "You're dismissed. Get out of my chambers." he hissed, his voice low and menacing.
I cleaned off the tears from my face, getting up from the bed even as my body protested all movements, my body battered and bruised form the intensity of tonight. I gingerly put on my clothes, quietly leaving his chambers without sparing him a glance, more tears escaping my eyes.
Exiting his chambers, my legs were unsteady, and my emotions threatened to engulf me entirely. I cried softly to myself, overwhelmed by the depth of my resentment and the determination to end this reign of the Alpha king during the Moon goddess festival. The battle had just begun, and I was ready to fight.
The Alpha King will regret underestimating me.
Alpha king keiran.
The chamber was plunged into an oppressive silence as Evelyn, her footsteps nearly soundless, exited. The aftermath of her visit lingered in the air—a bittersweet fragrance that clung to my senses, haunting me. There was no denying the effect she had on me, even as the remnants of her presence dissolved into nothingness.
I sat on one of the many chairs in the chamber, chugging down the bottle of wine I had in my hand, feeling the potent liquid burn down my throat as it made it's way down to my stomach, in line with the fire raging within me. My chest felt tight, my mind consumed by guilt and self-loathing for the way I'd treated her. Evelyn deserved more, deserved better than my rough demands and insatiable desires.
As her soft sobs echoed in my memory, I cursed myself for hurting her, for driving her to tears. I was the alpha king, feared and respected, but in my dealings with her, I had become a monster, a creature that my father had turned me into, a position I swore I would never attain.
I remembered the conversation we had and more anger flooded my being, my body tensing at the memory. I never should have asked her the question but I also wasn't expecting that kind of reply either. Still, I mused that it was for the better. It was much better for her to hate me, loathe me even. Because nothing good will come out of this. It never did.
I finished the bottle, placing it carelessly on the table as I ran my hands through my hair, letting out a breath. But no matter how much I drank, the haunting shadows of my desires refused to fade. I can't escape her, try as I might. a part of me longed for her presence, craved it even. It was a dangerous game I played, a dance with fire that threatened to consume us both. I had seen the way she looked at me, the flicker of defiance mixed with a hint of curiosity and pain. It was a dangerous combination, one that could unravel the carefully constructed walls I had built around myself.
I could sense my inner wolf, conflicted and confused. It had its own desires, its own needs. But I couldn't let it dictate my actions. I couldn't let it decide the fate of a woman who deserved more than the fate that had befallen her. She was too much and I don't know what to do with her.
Ignoring the howling and clawing of my agitated wolf, I emptied another bottle of wine, pacing back to the bed, my footsteps echoing through the chambers. I laid back on the bed, closing my eyes as I tried to fall asleep. The scent of her still lingered in the air, a heady mix of her scent and arousal that sent a shiver down my spine. I clenched my fists, trying to push away the thoughts that threatened to consume me. I don't want this, I really don't.
I finally managed to fall asleep but it didn't take long for me to be plagued by nightmares. Images of my father, his cruel eyes filled with disdain, flashed before me. I could hear his voice, mocking and taunting, as he unleashed his fury upon me. The pain was all too real, the memories etched into my very being. My father, the source of my deepest scars, the one who had labeled me a weakling. I tried to escape, to run from the torment, but the more I struggled, the tighter his grip became.
Just like always, he had branded my back with his favorite whip because I had been unable to kill all the thousands of vagrants he had sent after me while I was at my weakest, because he had fed me with wolfsbane the day before. He'd whipped me till I was covered with my own blood and forced me to take a young omega, who had just been newly purchased from the slave market.