Chapter 4 Tormenting The Poor Soul

Aurora's POV

I held onto the sheets tightly as I bit my upper lip, my body trembling with unspoken emotions. Sweat drenched my nightdress, clinging to my skin, while the only source of light in our room was the cold glow of the moon above our heads.

Alexander's hands were rough as they traced the innermost part of my body, his touch impersonal and detached. His face was shadowed, but I could still see the emptiness in his eyes-the same emptiness I had grown accustomed to.

He made no attempt to disguise his indifference, nor did he try to comfort me, as though what was happening between us was nothing more than an obligation to be fulfilled.

"Just do your job and conceive my son, and this will all end soon." His voice was devoid of warmth, his words cutting through me like ice. There was no affection, no tenderness-only a cold reminder of the duty I was forced to uphold.

After my mother had returned me to his estate and explained the expectations of our union, Alexander had agreed without hesitation. It was a transaction to him, nothing more.

The only condition he had ever placed was that once I had given him an heir, we would never share a bed again. We would live separate lives, bound only by duty and title, never by love or companionship.

I had no choice but to obey. My mother's stern gaze haunted me, her words echoing in my mind. She had insisted that this was the only way to preserve my honor, to cleanse my name of the stain of disgrace.

My father, ever silent, could do nothing but watch as his daughter was handed over, his silence as heavy as the chains that bound me to this fate.

Had I any other choice, I would have fought, would have run far away from this night and the cruelty of its purpose. But there was no escape. Not when my family's name hung in the balance. Not when my mother's firm hand had already sealed my fate.

And certainly not when I was supposed to be grieving for my son's death, mourning the life that had been ripped away from me before it had even begun.

As Alexander moved above me, his actions devoid of passion, I closed my eyes and let my mind drift elsewhere-to a world where I was free, where love was not a duty, where my son was still in my arms. A single tear slipped down my cheek, lost in the darkness of the night, unseen and unnoticed.

In the morning, this night would be just another wound hidden beneath silken gowns and polite smiles. But for now, all I could do was go through this with my eyes closed.

"And if I do not give you an heir after we did this, will I be free?"

It was a complete silence between us. His eyes darted on me in a raging fury all while his nails scratched on my skin.

His face was so close to me that I could smell his mint-scented breath. "Are you that desperate to leave me?"

"I-"

I wasn't able to speak my mind when he leaned closer and kissed me hard. He bit my lower lip to adjust me as his tongue played inside my mouth as if he was looking for some treasure I hid from him.

I was having trouble breathing. My hands were tightly clasped by his clothes while his palms were supporting my back as he leaned more and more causing me to arch my back further.

I was losing my mind. The thought of him devouring me as if this was our first night together was making my wolf scream at the top of her lungs.

His palms that were brushing on my skin were sending thousands of electricity that was making me feel more and more foolish as time went by.

He pulled out from the kiss and we were both panting. The way he looked at me was sending shivers down my spine as he licked his lips.

He placed his hands on my chin. "Open that goddamn mouth."

I don't know how to act. As he leaned closer, I tried to get away to gasp for some air but his hands pulled me by my waist, causing me to move closer to him.

He bit my lips and now I could taste blood coming out of it.

As he pulled out, I watched him lick it again like it was some sort of sweet delicacy he had always wanted to taste.

I watched him undress in front of me and I could not help but look away.

He grabbed my wrist and snarled, "Don't act as if this is your first time seeing me naked."

I could only gulp as I was forced to look at him.

But after not spending time with him... this is definitely the first time seeing him in this state again.

"Focus on what you should do if you want to save this marriage." He said as he slowly loosened the strap of my dress.

"I could announce our splitting ways tomorrow and they would all be rejoicing in such news. If you want to continue being called the alpha's wife, just endure." He ordered me like I was some dog who should be obeying her master.

"Now, undress." He didn't even ask politely. He just sat in front of me, waiting for me to do it for him.

"I-I don't want..." I stuttered as I felt my body's heat surging high.

"Do you want me to do it for you?"

I could hardly swallow.

I stared at him as I tried to undress. I could only breathe heavily while I was putting all the embarrassment away.

His stare was so sticky that I didn't know how to breathe properly.

How to formulate the right words... or how to take this off.

"Alexander, I don't think-"

My words were cut off when I heard someone knocking on the door.

Alexander gazed at it with his annoyed tone of voice, "Didn't I tell all of you to leave me the fuck alone with my wife tonight?!"

The way he called me rang multiple times in my ears like it was some music I was dying to hear.

"You have a guest, sir." The maid said.

"I am not receiving guests this late in the evening. Send her away!" He shouted which made me feel a little tense.

He turned to look at me again but when the maid said the name of the person who was dying to see him, Alexander's mood suddenly shifted.

"Nova Wilder is here, sir."

The name rings a bell... I knew I had heard it before.

"Nova?" I laughed wryly. "The waitress that night?"

Alexander was stunned and could not speak at all. He moved away and started dressing up.

"Excuse me." He said, leaving me in the cold room alone as if nothing had just happened between us.

Like... it was so easy to discard me for the second time.