Chapter 3 My alpha knows my secret

I yelped out when I landed roughly onto the massive king-sized bed, my sides burning in pain.

Quickly scrambling onto my knees, I sat up and glared at my alpha in indignation.

"Let me go," I yelled, tears still streaming down my face.

He growled at me, his handsome face hardening as he bore down on me. He gave me a tight slap just as he descended upon me and his cold, thin lips found mine warm with tears.

I gasped trying to push his weight off me, my hands pushing at his chest as I struggled.

It was to no avail, even as my traitorous body responded flaring at his cold touch on my face.

His lips were hard and demanding on mine and I found myself kissing him back with as much vigor pouring all my pain and grief into it despite myself.

I heard that mates shared a bond that allowed them to feel each other's pain, joy and grief and I wondered bleakly If that was true.

Did he really feel his heart shattering into a thousand pieces?

I doubted that when he growled one of his large hands coming to anchor my neck as he deepened the kiss, his tongue entwining with mine fighting for dominance.

I slowly relaxed into him, tears still pouring out of my eyes as my body ignited at his hard touch yearning for him to take me.

We'd never really mated since we bonded and the bond between us made me yearn desperately for that.

Despite my newly found inhibitions towards him, I grasped his strong muscular arms and arched up into him deepening the kiss.

"Gemma..." he growled his voice deep and guttural.

I moaned the taste of my name on his tongue making me soaking wet just as his hands traveled beneath the fold of my skirt and trailed a burning touch up my leg.

My world spun, my body burning in anticipation when his heated palm found my waist and drew lower towards the valley in between my thighs.

I should be mourning right now, I should be preparing burial rites for her parents, but I couldn't.

Instead I was in my alpha's bed trying to please him.

My weakness had made me unable to refuse his touch even when I tried to fight against it.

His control over our bond was stronger and I let out a strangled moan when I suddenly realized with horror that he was imposing his feelings upon me through our bond.

'Everything is alright, Gemma. You don't need your weak parents, you've got me now.' his feelings whispered in my head over and over until I started to believe it.

It weakened me that I could do nothing even when he tore my mud and tear soaked clothes off my body, his hands able to move freely across the full expanse of my breasts.

"Oh, baby... I hate to do this to you. But only by pain... shall you learn." I heard him say his voice raw with distraught emotions as he pulled back to stare down at me.

I laid there feeling ashamed, sprawled between his sheets as an erotic painting of jet black flowing hair framing milky white skin.

I parted my lips gasping yearning for his touch... Aching for the finalization of our bond, my parents death long forgotten thanks to his chants in her head.

Now, all I wished for was for him to fill me to the brim and drive me to the fleeting yet lasting moments of ecstasy.

He was my alpha and my mate, I'd be his Luna and all would be fine.

I thought this to myself however, Apollo had other plans.

Lowering his head again, he caught my lips in his once more, his hands cupping my breasts flaring the need within me.

I kissed him back with increased vigor moaning when he practically started nibbling away at the sensitive spots in my body.

Then so suddenly that I was left wondering what had just happened for a minute, he trapped my hands between one of his and held them above my head against the headboard.

My eyes widened when I felt the sudden change of emotion from him and I was taken aback when I looked into his eyes and noticed how cold they were as he gaze emotionlessly at me.

"Shift Gemma...show me your wolf." he growled in a low tone.

I stiffened my eyes widening as an invisible force slammed into my mind trying to force me to shift.

Pain wracked through my body, my bones feeling like there were a million pins pricking them.

Shooting through my head to my toes, the pain was unbearable. I screamed, trembling violently against his hold.

"Please, stop!" I yelled tears streaming down my face as my alpha tried to will me into shifting.

I couldn't, I never knew why I couldn't shift into my other form, or form a connection with my wolf at my age.

Different measures had been taken to help me, but it seemed like I was meant to have a latent wolf.

My family had made sure to keep it a secret, but yet in a twist of fate, I'd been mated to my pack's Alpha, a cruel dictator who hated humans and any weak wolves and he'd found out my secret.

The pain seemed to last for an eternity as my anguished screams traveled through the palace. Apollo didn't seem impacted by it, but he bore it stoically and gave a howl that contained his command to force me into a shift.

I screeched crying and pleading as the torture increased. However, it came to a sudden stop and the pain seized at once, but I kept sobbing on the bed naked and ashamed of myself.

He released my hands and I crawled away from him folding into myself and staring at him with sobs wracking through my body.

He stared down at me with a cold, cruel smile that sent a shiver down my spine. I'd heard cruel tales about my mate from others, but I'd never believed them until now.

"You can't shift," he spat.

I curled in on myself. Shame, and dejection washed over me as I sobbed and I couldn't bring myself to face him.

"There is no need for drama. I have the ultimate cure. You'd surely shift, but at a great price." Apollo proposed his voice cold, demeaning and filled with hate.

I watched with wide, confused eyes still sobbing as he reached towards his bedside table and pulled out something glittery and sharp.

I gasped, flinching away from him when I saw what it was made of.

My green eyes widened in fear as I backed away from him, my naked body slick with sweat.

"No, please don't." I pleaded for the umpteenth time since he'd burned my parents alive.

Flipping the knife casually, Apollo watched my terrified reaction with a strange calm.

I could smell the silver on the knife as I scooted backwards until I was literally plastered against the headboard.

Although I couldn't shift into a wolf, it didn't mean that I wasn't a werewolf. The blood of lycans pumped through my veins and even though I couldn't use my abilities, I was still affected by their weaknesses.

'Silver would kill me,' I thought bleakly.

"It wouldn't kill you. It would only force you to shift and then, I wouldn't have to-" Apollo countered as though he could hear my thoughts, but I cut him off with a terrified plea.

"Don't... I'd die. I might not be able to change, but I promise, I am part wolf." I stuttered desperately trying to change his mind.

However, all these were futile as Apollo regarded me shrewdly before lunging forward towards me with a cold gaze.

I screamed, but he gave a low growl as his hand clamped onto my arm.

"Then, let's test if it will force you to shift." he growled baring his fangs at me as he pulled me into him.

Soon, the echoes of my anguished scream filled the room.

...

Apollo stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at me, panting.

Blood stained his hands and dripped down the bloodied silver knife he held. The knife bathed in my blood.

My voice had been lost due to the heart wrenching screams I'd let out as he carved my body with his knife, the silver burning me, so I laid on the bed whimpering and moaning, unable to beg anymore.

I regarded Apollo with fear in my eyes, noticing him wince as though he was also in pain, but his eyes remained cold all through.

"Troy." he called his icy blue eyes fierce and his right hand Zeta barged in without any regards to my nudity.

"Throw her out..." he spat out these words in a cold tone as his eyes met mine.

Fear wracked through my body and the pain almost made me pass out as I weakly struggled against the heartless Zeta.

"No...Apollo...please, don't do this..." I weakly said, trying to protest.

Troy grabbed the bedding and threw it over my wretched form as he dragged me outside with Apollo following closely behind us ignoring my whimpers and weak pleas.

I heard the crowd before I saw them. Half of the pack was already waiting in the vast grounds of the Alpha's abode with burning torches and sticks.