Chapter 9 Goddess

The ceremony's evening has arrived.

All pack members will receive fresh mind-linking bonds after the new Luna is marked.

I'm still confined to the basement as of right now. Starving. I'm trying to come up with ways to get out of this hellhole. All I need is one opportunity.

I'm not going to look back.

I always believed that I should wait it out and finish school. I really wanted to go to school, but right now I just need to run. I will sprint as far as I can without stopping.

Don't let him discover me.

I'll pass away before that occurs.

The little window I once used to escape, which is now bolted shut, is entirely covered in snow as it falls to the earth. I can't see the outside anymore. The sluggish passage of time serves as a reminder of my bleak destiny and impending doom.

My eyes are glued to the nighttime shadow that is currently engulfing the glass. Thinking too much to even notice the large figure approaching from behind. I'm abruptly brought back to reality by a prick to my neck. My body is engulfed in pain, and I feel as though my soul is being torn apart.

I shout.

As the pain grows worse, I lose my balance. I grip the back of my neck because it hurts like my skin is being pierced by a thousand hot branding irons. I try to claw it away instinctively in the hopes of finding some small measure of comfort. My efforts are ineffective; this suffering can only have one meaning.

He tagged her.

One wolf was marked by my mate.

My eyes are wet, and a tear has fallen on the ground next to me. The fact that I am now living in a cage while my mate takes another makes me laugh out loud.

I overheard Atia telling Octavia not to cry.

She is making an effort to offer as little peace as she can.

Mate is no longer our friend. Even if he turned us down, we would be stronger. They'll all feel guilty about their betrayal, she snarls, letting me feel the rising rage within us both.

My thoughts go to Mrs. Ollie and the brief, fleeting instance when she offered me compassion. My heart yearns to see her once again and experience the comfort of a mother's touch-the warmth from her palm. I'm aware that I'm not deserving of love because anyone who has tried has ultimately failed. I'm destined to live out the rest of my days alone, in the dark, and without love.

Right now, everything is completely pitch black, and the snow covering the window is so heavy that no light can get through. I'm freezing and by myself. Shivering, I searched among my dusty bed of rags for some semblance of warmth. I am aware that I won't be able to sleep tonight because my neck and heart continue to hurt. Even though we attempt to reject it, we can't help but feel the mate bond. I never wanted him to be my mate, and I'm not sad that he didn't mark me. It's a power that binds us together, forever entwining our spirits so that each other feels every feeling, including anguish. He is aware that I can feel everything he does, and I am aware that he can sense my pain. He will dismiss it, but his wolf will weep. Because our wolves are instinct-driven, they will always want a mate, regardless of how much the human side protests.

Another wave of agony hits me, scorching throughout my body like bolts of lightning. Even though nobody is responding, I shout again.

It stings so much.

He's finishing up the last part of the bond.

The formal union

I feel unwell. I feel like I might vomit at any moment.

My body is still being tormented by the scorching, like by branding irons. Every time she moves inside of me, I feel like I'm being stabbed by a dagger.

God. Whenever it finishes,

For what felt like hours, the burning sensation persisted on and off.

Then it came to an end.

I can't help but giggle at the bad circumstances as I lay my head down on the bed. I notice one tear running down my cheek.

He'll make up for all the tears I've shed one day.

That day, I hope, comes soon.

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The smell of his death woke me up the following morning, hitting me like a slap of frigid betrayal. A perfume that was meant to rouse my spirit and ignite my heart instead turned out to be poison, reducing it to ash.

He spits, "Wake up, Mutt," and grabs my hair to yank me in close. He rests his head in the crook of my neck and inhales my fragrance because he needs to feed his wolf. With each breath he takes, bile climbs closer to the top of my throat, and we both know that his phoney partner will never be able to satisfy his desires. Atia tries to resist, but even the strongest wolf can't suppress their natural needs. Just being near him makes me nauseous. True mate bonds are incomparable to anything else. It will get worse the longer I stay here. I worry that even Atia will fall in love when his wolf eventually loses control to be with his chosen mate. Only my departure or his verbal rejection of me, which I accept, will be helpful.

I can feel his breath on my neck as his face is just centimetres away from mine. He moves carefully and is now looking directly into my eyes. He casts a glance down at my lips before returning to my eyes. His forceful kissing of mine reminded me of a predator consuming its prey. I was surprised because I hadn't anticipated him doing this. Usually, simply glancing at me makes him uncomfortable. Sparks are forced to fly over my body by the bond. My body is reacting despite my disgusted state of mind.

He whispers in my ear, "Mutt, I can smell your arousal."

I'm disgusted by my body, and I never anticipated this response.

He adds, "And I'm about to taste it."

Please say no.

I silently cry in my thoughts, "Don't do this!" I am the first to admit that I cannot prevent an alpha wolf from taking what he desires. especially because I'm nearly dripping with perspiration as a result of him simply being here.

I despise myself even more.

My thigh is touched as his hand softly traces the outside of my trousers. He slides a finger through my folds and into my pussycat with ease.

I can't unwind because I'm holding my breath. My eyes begin to well up with tears.

He tries to stretch me by shoving another finger inside of me. He is getting ready to penetrate me.

He lowers himself until his face is flush with my pussy while continuing to pump his fingers in and out of me. He inhales me, seeing how much arousal I have and how wet I am.

He releases his grip on me and growls as he pulls my trousers off of my frame.

His eyes are black as I look down. There is a wolf here.

He quickly puts his tongue on my pussycat and moves on. Some of the liquids are now pouring down his chin as he tastes them all.

I feel unwell.

My body is liking this, which I detest. I'm shocked by how betrayed I feel towards myself.

If only I had more strength to oppose this foolish mate tie.

He drops his shorts and makes himself available for me to see before I have a chance to ponder.

I gasp. realising that the inevitable is about to occur.

His dark eyes look into mine. He threatens me with a growl as a sign of his control. I have no choice except to bow down to him and turn my head.

His face cracks a smile. realising that I will never be able to match his strength.

I spin around, and he rams my face into the mattress. I'm licking and sucking my rear.

Faster tears are falling.

"I won't ever let you go, little wolf; you are mine. Never contemplate eluding the law. You'll always be where I am. He grunts and suckers even more. "You and this pussycat are mine.

I can't stop crying.

I try to stop the orgasm that is about to come from deep within me by clutching my thighs together.

My pussycat is oozing with juice as his hard cock pushes against it. He is pulling it violently and quickly from his hand.

Please, Goddess, stop this from happening.

It just took a few strokes for his milky white juice to spray across my back. I exhaled the breath I had been holding because I couldn't believe he hadn't put it inside of me.

It's probably the only thoughtful thing he's ever done for me.