Chapter 3 Broken

"Come on Katrina, join us. Isn't that why you are here." He mocked.

"How could you, Zavier? How could you do this to me!?" I screamed at him in tears" I am your mate!"

"Is she Zavier?" The girl riding him asks looking at me in disgust.

"Unfortunately she turns out to be. A weak pathetic wolf."

His reply stung my heart and I felt my wolf moan in pain at his harsh words towards us.

"Zavier." I cried out.

"What!" He yelled, "Are you hurt?" His fake concerned face met me.

I couldn't help it his harsh words thong at my heart breaking it completely as hot tears flow out of my eyes repeatedly almost blinding me.

"Zavier, please. I am your mate. Tell them to go, I will do anything for you, please. I love you." I pleaded. Desperation is racing in my tune. I have waited for so long to be with my mate. I don't want to lose this opportunity. He was supposed to mate me today.

He said it, he promise." You promise to accept me when I turn 18. I am 18 already. please Zavier."

He scoffed." I never promise you. I told you I don't mate kids that I might consider when you become an adult. And besides, What can a weak wolf as you do for me?"

"Anything. Anything you want."

"Fine." He thought for a while before he fix his gaze on me."Stripe."

"What!" I stare at him horrified. He didn't mean it, did he?

"Are you ashamed? "

"She must have an ugly body." The girl riding his finger said while the others laugh.

I felt so ashamed of myself. I waited for him to say something but he didn't. He only arches his brows.

I bite my lips, holding in my sob. I lifted my hand and begin to take off my dress.

When I was done, I stare at him. I sighed sadly moving towards him when he gestured with his hand.

Is this how our first time would be, kat? My wolf purred, saddened.

I guess.

I know it isn't the right way for our mate to treat us, but we don't have a choice. If doing this would make him accept us then we should, right?

I wasn't sure either. I wasn't sure that after this he would accept us.

At the moment I can't think, all I want is my mate and if doing this or more would make him want me I would.

I am willing to go the extra mile to get him and I don't mind how much insult or humiliation I would take.

I waited three years for him, I can't lose him now. I don't care if he insults me. I don't care what he says or do to me.

I want him. I want my mate.

Drawing near to the bed, the blonde girl whose breast he was sucking before begin to sniff the air.

"Oh my God! Girls, can you perceive it?"

"Yeah, an awful scent." They exclaim covering their nose, I am still in my movement, not taking another foot forward as I watch him cover his nose as well.

My heart clenched.

"When was the last time you bath? You stink. Have you ever washed your panties, because the odor coming out of them is terrible?"

I whimpered as I watch him grope one of the girls' bodies squeezing her breast.

"You don't want me to put my dick into your stinking hole?" He spat."God! The smell is irritating."

He ended up tearing my heart as he laid back on the bed while she begin to roll her body on his.

I couldn't stand the sight. Watching another woman pressure my mate was heart-racking.

I grab my dress and ran out of his house in tears and I could hear their laughter echoing loudly as I leave especially his.

Outside, I shifted and run to the wood. I continue to run until I reach the deepest part of the forest.

I shifted back to my human form, sat down on the floor, and cry.

The pain I was feeling deep inside me is terrible. He told me I was still a kid three years ago, and that he would mate me when I become an adult.

I thought that today would be awesome. I thought I would finally be mated. I was dreaming of being in my mate's hand all night.

I waited for the whole three years in vain.

How could he do that to me? I love him. I love him with everything in me. He is my mate and I want to be owned too.

My best friend Lina found her mate when she was thirteen and he accepted her and mate her at the age of 15.

Why does mine have to be different? How could he treat me like that? All the while I have been waiting to turn 18.

I watch him every day sleep with a different girl, and when I ask him he said he will stop when he made me.

So all those were lies.

He doesn't talk to me in school but most time when my parents invite him to our house for dinner, he would come and that is when he would talk to me and also answer all my questions.

Why does he come to our house if he hates me?

No, no, no! He doesn't hate me. He loves me. He probably thought I am still a kid. I will prove it to him. I will show him I am no longer a child. I have become an adult.

Yes I know my wolf is weak, I have the weakest wolf in the whole pack and I am not also pretty.

But that doesn't make me bad. That I am not too pretty doesn't make me bad. I can still do what other girls do for him, right?

As I was there crying out my eyes, I heard a noise. The hairs in my body stood up in alert.

The sound came again, and I listened. That was when I heard it. Someone is calling me, but not me directly, my wolf.

I felt my wolf begin to move restlessly inside me. It was kicking, fighting to resist the call but the deep sonorous bass I was hearing was alluring that I couldn't resist it.

I stood up and begin to trace the voice.

"Don't go please, Kat. We need to leave." My wolf-shaking voice begged me. I try to listen but I couldn't. The curiosity in me was too much.

I wanted to know who was calling my wolf. No one knows my wolf. I am always ashamed to shift in front of others because of how weak and ugly my wolf is.

People always jeer at me whenever they see my wolf and I try always to hide it.

My mum was the only one who doesn't insult my wolf but my dad, he took every opportunity he gets to remind me how much of a useless wolf I have.

I was dragged out of my thought when I heard the high-pitched voice. My wolf shrink going deeper inside of me. She was hiding.

You see, that is how weak she is.

I tried leaving but I couldn't, the force pulling me was strong that I couldn't resist the urge of yielding to the call. It was compiling.

It sounded powerful like the voice of an alpha king.

An alpha king?

I gasped when realization dawned on me that the voice and our alpha king voice sounded alike. I begin to wonder what he is doing in this forest and why he would be calling me.

A voice in me told me to break the force pulling me and run away while the other part of me was urging me to go to him, that he might be in trouble.

I was still contemplating on what to do when I heard the voice again, our alpha painful cry for help. I broke out in a run, running towards the direction of the voice.