CHAPTER 23: FORCED(R-18)

Disclaimer: While as the author, I have always refrained from writing scenes that border on ra*e, for this scene, I have tried to make it as less vulgar as I could. Please don’t read it if it disturbs you. The scene is not with the Main male characters.

"I didn’t know you liked it so much, you bitch! If I’d known, I would have come to see you sooner," Alec Soier muttered in her ear, his voice low and dripping with mockery, as his hand caught her and his weight pressed her into the bed.

Emira stiffened, every muscle in her body going rigid, her breath catching in her throat as she was jolted out of her sleep..

Panic shot through her at the sudden shock, and she twisted violently beneath him. Her hands shot up as she tried to claw at his arms, his shoulders, anywhere she could reach, her nails digging in hard, desperate to push him away.

How had she let her guard down for even a second? She’d been careful each night.. She’d been watching her back every minute. And yet here he was, overpowering her in an instant, the mattress sinking under his force while the cold realisation sank into her bones.

"I didn’t know you liked it so much, you bitch! Did you like it? Being pressed into the tree by that Prince where every other wolf in the pack could scent you? Don’t worry. All he did was make you horny but I... I will take you and mark you as my slave in front of the whole clan. And then, I will let them use you for their pleasure.. Especially all those men whom you have tortured tonight... I’ll let them go first or maybe together... After all, you have so many fuckable holes..."

Emira stiffened, a rush of cold running through her veins as she renewed her struggle.. "Get away from me!" she hissed, shoving at him, her nails raking across his forearm but he seemed to be impervious to pain.. She twisted her body, trying to slip out from under him, but his weight pinned her firmly in place.

Alec’s mouth curved into a cruel smile. "What’s the matter? You think you’re some big shot now? Just because the Prince has been using you?" He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her cheek. "Newsflash, sweetheart—he’s not the only one who can."

Her stomach turned at his words, rage and disgust tangling in her chest. "You’re disgusting," she spat, jerking her head away. She pushed again, harder this time, her arms trembling with effort. But he didn’t budge; the mattress dipped further beneath them, the scent of him invading her senses, making her want to gag.

"Fight all you want. Makes no difference to me. Or maybe not... Ahh. Keep struggling, it makes me want you more... Feel that?"

Her stomach turned at his words as she felt him stiffening against her, "You’re disgusting," she spat, jerking her head away as she tried to push herself away from him..."

He chuckled darkly. "You know, the Prince gave me an idea today. So what if I can’t use you the way I want just because you’re underage?" His tone dipped lower, colder. "I can still use other parts of you to satisfy myself." His eyes flicked toward her mouth. "That’ll do just fine."

Her blood boiled. "Try it, and I’ll bite you off," she shot back, her voice steady despite the pounding in her chest.

Alec’s smirk deepened. Without warning, he caught her wrists and snapped cold metal cuffs around them. She jerked against them, but the click of the lock sealed her struggle. "Let’s see about that," he muttered, shoving her and rolling her onto her stomach. One hand pressed between her shoulder blades as the other reached for a strip of cloth, winding it toward her mouth.

The moment he turned her head, she drove the back of her skull into his face with every ounce of force she had. A sharp crack followed, and his hiss of pain told her she’d hit her mark-his nose.

Her own breath came fast and hot, but her resolve sharpened like steel. She would not let anything happen to her. Not as long as she had breath in her body. Not while she could still fight.

Alec reeled back with a snarl, his hand flying up to his nose. For a second, she thought she’d gotten the upper hand—then his palm came crashing down across her face.

The crack of the slap exploded in her ears, sharp and blinding. Pain bloomed hot along her cheekbone, and the force of it sent her head snapping to the side. The room spun. Blackness licked at the edges of her vision, her ears ringing so loudly she could barely hear his ragged breathing.

She tasted blood.

"Little bitch," he growled, his voice low and shaking with fury. "You’ll regret that."

Her body refused to give in; she jerked against the cuffs, trying to twist away, but his fingers were already in her collar, yanking hard. The fabric tore with a sharp rip, cold air hitting her skin where the cloth had been. He wrenched at it again, ripping it down the back, each tug rough enough to scrape against her skin. And then he moved away from her for a minute, and she knew he was getting rid of his own clothes. She struggled with all her power until she felt him on her skin...