Erica's POV

Erica pov

I sighed in relief, he didn't make the head slave give me countless jobs to do.

I thought it was over, I would work less, but I wasn't ready for what was coming.

I was assigned to work in his room, always cleaning it.

I loved cleaning it, I could see him sometimes as the mate pull kept dragging me to him, I missed him even when I shouldn't.

Though I wasn't sure that was the same way he felt.

I knocked on his door as usual today. I paused when I heard moaning sounds coming from his room.

I swallowed hard before slowly entering.

He was fucking someone, I gasped I couldn't believe my eyes, he was facing me, his eyes staring hard at me, while pounding the woman hard.

I backed away shaking uncontrollably, the smell of lust and sex was filling the room, my whole body shivered. I was in shock. I couldn't believe my mate was fucking someone else for me to see.

My heart clenched tightly, the wave of pain hit me full force. The tears started falling once again.

I shook my head furiously, my legs trembled under me as I kept watching, the smirk on his face hurt me so much.

I felt my eyes burning, my tears continued to stream down my face, as I watched him pound into her.

Her moans and his grunts filled the room. I wanted to go and drag her away from him, but I knew how bad it'd turn out for me if I did it.

She kept moaning, "Yes alpha, harder."

He spanked her ass, and I kept watching them, my lips quivered.

My heart clenched tighter, this felt more worse than rejection, I wished he would reject me and I didn't have to watch him do this.

Suddenly, she threw her head back, screaming loudly. I felt myself shake even more, she screamed even louder.

He growled deeply at her, then slammed her against the wall, thrusting inside her again and again.

Tears continuously streamed down my face, the pain was unbearable.

My heart clenched painfully, it felt like I was being stabbed all over again. Every single movement he made was painful, every sound he made made me cry even more.

His thrusts grew harsher, faster, he was grunting loudly. He didn't stop till his cock was completely buried inside her. She moaned loud as well and I could barely hear her words.

"I... Uh, it's so good..."

He took hold of her hips and pulled her closer to him, his thrusts getting faster, his moans turning hoarse as he began cumming deep inside her.

I bit my lip so hard that I drew blood , my entire body was trembling, I could hardly breathe.

My chest hurt like hell as I witnessed his actions, it was killing me.

I watched in anguish as he continued his relentless actions, completely oblivious to the pain it was causing me. The room filled with an air of discomfort, as the sounds of his pleasure mingled with my silent tears. It was unbearable to witness the one I loved engaging in such degrading behavior, even if he believed it could help him forget about our bond.

A mix of emotions swirled within me. Disgust, anger, and betrayal coursed through my veins, but beneath it all, a small sliver of understanding remained. I knew that his actions with the slaves were a desperate attempt to numb the ache in his heart, to push away the haunting memory of our connection.

In that moment, I realized the extent of our predicament. Wondering if we were destined mates , unknown if our bond would be strong , yet circumstances had driven us apart. Our love was overshadowed by duty, and he sought solace in the arms of others. It tore at my soul to witness his pain and desperation, even as it tore at my own heart.

I struggled to keep my composure, biting down harder on my lip to stifle the cries threatening to escape my lips. The metallic taste of blood mingled with the salt of my tears as I fought to maintain control over my trembling body. Each shallow breath felt like a dagger piercing my chest, a constant reminder of the agony I endured.

As the minutes stretched on, I realized I could no longer bear the weight of this torment. It was time to confront him, to break through the walls he had erected to shield himself from the truth. I knew that our bond was stronger than the temporary relief he sought in the arms of others, and it was time to remind him of that.

Summoning all the courage I could muster, I stepped forward, determination fueling my every step. The room fell silent as his eyes locked with mine, a mixture of surprise and guilt washing over his face. I refused to look away, my voice steady as I uttered the words that had been buried within my heart for far too long.

"Stop," I whispered, my voice laced with both pain and conviction. "Stop running away from me, from us. We can't deny our bond, no matter how hard we try. It's time to face our truth, to embrace what we truly mean to each other."

His expression softened, a flicker of realization crossing his features. Slowly, he withdrew from the slave, his hands falling to his sides as he took a tentative step towards me. His voice was filled with remorse as he spoke, "I never wanted to hurt you. I thought I could forget, but it only made everything worst and now all his mates would pay for his crimes, they would all die one after the other just as he planned my death and made my life very much miserable after making me a slave and everyone hated me like crazy …now that I changed my identity he would never know it’s me. With this new identity I would change everything.