Fated to The Alpha

Athena's pov

"I'm sorry, Luna Athena, the pregnancy results came out negative," I took the envelope with shaky fingers, licking my top lip nervously, wetting it as rapid thoughts spiraled through my mind.

"Are you sure this wasn't a mistake?" I asked the pack doctor desperately. "I haven't seen my flow for 2 months now, I was sure–"

"It's not a mistake," He affirmed with a hint of impatience. "I've already done this test for you three times, every time it's negative because you're not pregnant,"

His words felt like a death sentence, my fingers reached for the closest thing, his oak desk. The rims of my eyes burned with unshed tears.

"What will I tell the Alpha?" I whispered, my heart slowing down.

"What else can you tell him? The truth," the pack doctor said dismissively, " I pushed myself up to my feet, they nearly gave out under me.

"Don't overthink it, this is probably why you have not been able to get pregnant and why you have not been seeing your monthly flow. Stress can be a huge factor and..." he was blabbing when I walked out of the consultation room, swaying like a reanimated corpse.

One of my 'bodyguard's' read despondent look off my face like a book, he placed two fingers on his ear probably mind linking the others outside the pack hospital.

In moments, Raphael would know that I had failed him once again.

Cold shiver ran from the tip of my fingers all across my entire body, freezing me please until the bodyguard nudged me with his bull sized body, pushing me towards the elevator.

I knew that he was employed not because Raphael was really concerned about my safety, but just to keep me in line. To make sure I never ran away and remained his puppet forever.

Several years had passed, but I still remember the day my stepfather summoned me. He called me into his inner chambers then took me to the balcony ranting some nonsense about pack politics and needed to stay loyal no matter what.

All in all I was more than relieved when he finally shut up for like 2 seconds, but that was when he pressed a heavy hand on my shoulder and told me that I would be marrying the Cold Alpha king of the silver moon pack.

I chuckled at first, assuming he was trying to mess with me with his usual morbid humor.

He wasn't joking.

"Why? Why me?!" I cried out.

He laughed, "You didn't actually think that I would send my own daughter right?"

A lump the size of a fist formed in my throat.

I never truly saw him as family, and I knew my feelings weren't one-sided. But to think that he would do this to me.

Alpha Raphael had a reputation that preceded him, a bad one, to say the least. He was cunning, cruel and vicious. The type of person one would bring up in a horror story that would send pups to sleep with nightmares.

"I will not marry him!" I stood my ground at first, "not now not ever!"

But I didn't have a choice, my stepfather, Alpha Chris told me for formality sake. I was tied down with silver ropes and shipped off like nothing.

And after I got to Silver moon things only managed to get worst, as desperate as it was I tried to console myself that at least I would no longer be living on that same with my obnoxious stepsister, Isabella and no matter how cruel an Alpha was they were bound to show some respect to their Luna.

Boy, was I wrong.

On our first meeting I was pushed down to my knees by his men, still bound by the ropes.

He raked his eyes across my body like I was just a piece of flesh, wearing a hungry look in his eyes that frightened me.

"Are you pure?" He asked in a voice that matched his eyes perfectly.

"W-what do y-you mean?" I stuttered like an idiot because of how scared I was.

"Are you a virgin?" He said and some of his subordinates chuckled amongst themselves, enjoying the show and making little effort to hide it.

"N-no," I said.

His eyes suddenly darkened in an instant, "What?! After all the money I gave to your scumbag father for his company–he didn't tell me that he was bringing a used up slut to be my breeder!"

"Breeder?!" I repeated his words as my eyes bulged in their sockets.

A look of sickening amusement rolled through his eyes.

"Oh, so he didn't tell you? The name of Luna is just a cover up, your role is to give me a pup, specifically a boy. I don't have any use for girl pups, until you are able to provide me with an heir, you will remain here."

"Maybe I should send your head back to him to show him I don't play around," He grabbed my neck, an electrical feeling ran through both of our bodies.

He was my mate, why him. I knew he felt it too. He was thrown aback for a moment. He yanked his hand off of my neck like he just touched a snake unknowingly.

But he didn't acknowledge the mate bond. Was I mistaken?

He might have not said anything about the mate bond but he still let me stay.

Years had passed and Raphael had called me every other name other than the one my mom had given to me because I 'failed' to give him an heir. But I wouldn't have minded if his punishments only ended with verbal abuse.

Returning back to the pack house, I lost a few years of my life just walking towards the front door with guards standing at all sides like walls, ready to barricade and eradicate any chance of an escape.

With my heart in my throat, I walked in. Heading over to his office as I always did with the envelope in my hand.

His eyes followed me, studying me carefully as I placed the envelope on his desk while I remained on my knees–another sick fetish of his that I always had to deal with.

Raphael already knew the contents of the letter, this entire humiliation ritual was just to put me down in front of his staff, to remind them I was only Luna on paper and the truth was that I was just his breeder.

He went through everyday detail on the results, then placed it on the table like it would shatter.

"Gerald, bring her cage."

Athena's pov

Whatever was left of my pride meant nothing to me when I heard the cage being mentioned, I cried tears in my eyes and begged my meat to spare me from that experience again.

"Please...anything else but the cage," the more the tears around my eyes the more his smile grew even larger and larger by the second, as if he was feeding off of my pain. My pleas fell on deaf ears. A silver cage was brought to his office, it was the size for a large dog, but as a full-grown woman when I was shoved in I had to bunch up my legs and hands together to fit in.

It was a claustrophobic nightmare, but even that would have been more tolerable if this was the extent of his cruelty.

It wasn't.

Since I was indicated he would intentionally schedule meetings with high ranking wolves so that they could come and see me there, trapped inside like a lower life form. The tears wouldn't stop, sometimes I was looked upon with pity but most of the time they would laugh at me, to think that Luna was being made into a public spectacle.

I spent 5 hours in the cage, my whole body aching and my eyes soaked with tears.

None of these provoked even the slightest reaction from my mate, well not the one I was expecting at least.

He was smiling from ear to ear when someone would walk in, take note of me and then quickly look away like I wasn't there. He enjoyed reminding me that he could treat me like trash without consequences.

When he finally released me from the cage every bone in my body crackled with resistance and pain as I tried to readjust them. Then I went down on my knees again, my eyes red all around and turned it to the ground.

"My alpha, I'm sorry that I disappointed you once again. I will do everything in my power to make sure that I give you the heir you deserve, thank you for having mercy on my pitiful self."

I wanted to find the nearest whole possible dig as far as the earth would allow me and bury myself there where no one would ever see me again.

Behind me as I performed this humiliating ritual was the pack commander and his right hand, both of them looked at me with disgust. Like this was the life I had intentionally chosen for myself rather than a fate that had been trusted into my arms without giving me a choice to either hold on to it or let go.

Rafael ran his eyes across my body and I could see it, that primal need dancing in his eyes, his vulgar lust that gave me shivers in all the wrong ways.

"Go get some rest," he said, but it was a signal between the two of us. What he actually meant was that I should prepare myself for him to enjoy.

Not many people knew this, but the alpha was the kind of man who couldn't get it up without watching his partner squirm and wince beneath him. At first I had assumed that my skills were just not enough to impress him, a man like he must have seen his first share of women before we got married.

That assumption quickly flew out the window as he told me to get on all fours and smacked my butt hard enough so that it left imprints of his palm. He looked at it like a work of art and when I turned around it finally clicked when I saw just how excited he was down there; the crazy b* was a sadist.

Even the most pleased woman on earth would not be able to please him unless he had her crying.

I came back to the present, and began preparing myself for him that night. He claimed to be a huge germaphobe. In order to please him I would have to scrub my skin until I was just about to take off the first layer then I was allowed to stop, since he wasn't looking now most people would think I didn't have to.

But he knew.

He always knew, and I had learned the hard way after the first and last time I tried it to deceive him.

Finally I was done washing up, I styled my hair, put on a nightgown and sprayed on some perfume. His favorite, my eyes grew moist. My entire life had been tailored around this man that I hated. I need to make myself sick down to my stomach.

The only way I could escape was if he grew tired of me, or if I managed to give him the son that he wanted so badly.

Yet, I wasn't able to get pregnant.

The medical results claimed that there was nothing wrong with me, and that guy always went at it like a rabbit animal.

Still there was no pregnancy to show for it, all this effort and yet nothing. It was frustrating to say the least. I wanted my freedom back, I wanted to be able to breathe again as my own person and not his glorified slave.

I was so tired of living like this, if I could be so generous to even call this living in the first place.

It wasn't. It was a caricature of life at best and nothing else.

Since I was tired I decided to take a short nap, at least I should be able to replenish a little bit of my energy before he came and sucked everything away from me like a vacuum.

If I knew what was coming for me I would have kept my eyelids wide open, but I was so exhausted that it was less of a mental decision and more of my body finally succumbing to nature.

I was fast asleep when he walked in, a cigar in hand.

"Athena!"

Athena's pov

My eyes were clouded by the remains of sleep when I looked at him, not fully accessing the danger I had stepped into.

"Raphael?"

However I became fully alert when he pressed the burning tip of his cigar on my arm, a searing pain shot through my body from that spot.

In an instant I was awake and upright, breathing heavily as I tried to grasp what. just happened to me. Raphael pushed forward and grabbed my chin squeezing it and his hand applying enough pressure to do everything but completely shutter my jaw bone.

"A worthless piece of trash like you is going to bed before me, who do you think you are?"

I sniffled, trying to formulate words why my mouth was still trapped between his aching grip, and failing to do so which only compounded his anger.

He threw me at the bed, my back knocking against the headboard, I cried out and curled up on the bed.

"Raphael, I'm sorry please–"

He got on the bed and threw a punch at my face.

"Haven't I warned you never to call me by my name without adding my title? Have you forgotten what you are?" He grabbed my hair pulling my upper body up by the strands.

"Let me remind you, you are a breeder. Someone who ranks even lower than an Omega, we shouldn't even be sharing the same air!"

"Then let me go!" I cried out miserably in my pain, "just let me go, I'll find work and pay back all the money that you invested in my father's company...just please..." I broke down into tears, pathetic sloppy tears.

He watched me as every muscle in his face translated his pure disgust. He shoved me away and this time it was the side of my face that hit the headboard.

I let out another scream, but he grabbed me and pushed my face against a pillow.

"Shut up! Breeders should be seen but not heard!"

He grabbed my nightgown and tore it off with one pull. Intentionally applying just enough pressure to snap it off after the straps on my shoulder had sunk deep enough into my skin.

Five hours later and he was still going at it, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that I was somewhere else, anywhere else but here.

I needed to go to my happy place; where was that ? Nobody had ever made me feel safe or protected.

All that came before my eyes was a sheet of darkness, and the painful remembrance that I had never, not even once, been loved.

Finally he was done, with only 2 hours of sleep left for me before dawn came.

That will be enough time to heal most of the injuries, he was thoughtful enough to leave the worst of the bruises on places on my body that would easily be covered by clothes.

I don't know why he bothered pretending, everyone already knew how he treated me. Was it really going to be a big deal if people found out that he was a full-blown sadist?

I turned my head on the pillow to look at him, fast asleep. His face was so relaxed, he looked nothing like the man that was constantly tormenting me.

I raised my hand like it weighed more than my entire body, then with the gentleness of a feather brushed it across his cheek, I tensed as the corner of his eye wrinkled slightly.

But after holding my breath for 5 seconds it relaxed and he remained asleep, my heart started beating normally again and I swallowed a deep breath slowly so as not to make much noise.

I repeated this motion a couple more times, during which I imagined that instead of being merely a breeder, I was his beloved Luna.

That we had met under different circumstances, with no baggage behind us and our eyes were met with loving affection and nothing else.

If only...

When we woke up next to each other in bed, would I be cuddled in his arms? His voice slipping from his lips like a soft serenade as he whispered sweet nothing in my ear? When I looked at him, would his eyes be full of me and only me?

I closed my eyes to hold back the tears, why did I do this to myself?

Picturing a future that would never be, indulging in a fantasy that left me dry and lonelier each time I dived in?

Morning came quickly, the precious minutes I had wasted fawning over him in his sleep came to bite me in the butt.

Five o'clock sharp.

I always had to be awake by this time while others were still fast asleep, the reason? Raphael claimed I was so lazy and I had to make use of myself somehow as soon as possible.

I think that was the reason he had given me, not like he really needed a reason to mistreat me.

He was the Alpha, nobody would question him but I guess the shreds of conscience that he had left made him inclined to justify the baseline of decency that he treated me with.

As I did every other morning, I prepared a metallic bone filled with piping hot water and I was holding a hand towel with my left hand. I placed them at his feet and began to wash it after he got up.

The scalding heat that came from the water and soaked into the towels pressing until my hand every time I rubbed the bottom of his feet was mind numbing, I had learned to make the water at hot as possible because if I didn't do that he would wait for me to be done and then tell me to make another bowl until it reached the heat that satisfied him.

As I winced and washed he casually said; "I'm having a guest today," I paused briefly with my washing.

"Who?" I asked without thinking, meeting his eyes. They flashed with rage.

"I'm sorry," I apologized looking down, "it's not my place to know who visits you," he rubbed my head, petting me like a stray dog.

"Don't worry, my guest is someone you already know."