Mated To The Alpha's Son: A Stepmother's Sin

Denae glanced at the man she had loved for years, tears in her eyes as he rammed into her. Her body was pressed against the cold walls; naked, bare to the eyes of the darkness that surrounded them.

Out of all the ways she thought doom would reign over her life, this wasn't apart of them...this was far worse.

A father and a son...they both were alike, but despite loving this boy, he was worse. The mate bond between them seemed to mean nothing to him, but then again, why should it mean anything?

Denae's hand pressed against his chest, her thigh ~which he held open~ shaking like a leaf. "Slow down...Zaid."

"Slow down?" He grabbed her hand, pinning it against the wall. "Is that what you tell father when he's f*cking into you? Do you tell him to slow down too?"

"Zai~"

"Shut up! Shut that stupid mouth of yours before I stuff my c*ck in it. You wanted this...if you didn't, then you wouldn't have willingly spread your legs every time I call for you. You act like a wh*re, mother...how is it a sin to treat you like one?"

More tears dripped down Denae's cheeks as she looked away from him. He wasn't wrong, it was all true. She was a slut...a woman married to the heartless father and mated to the ruthless son...how did her life ever turn out like this?

No, the real question was 'why?'

Why did her life turn out like this?

Fate was so cruel to her...

She had been just 18 years old when she was taken from her pack's safe house and transferred to this one. She had been an alpha's daughter; a precious omega, but her title had died when Zaid's father had waged war against her pack and came out victorious.

He killed her father, her mother and most of the people she knew and then turned her into a trophy for it all.

But from the very day she came here; to this wretched pack, she had known that the heartless alpha's son was her mate. He was just a child; 9 years old, he hadn't known a thing about the bond they'd later share, but while suffering in a marriage she didn't want to be apart of, that smiling child gave her a glimpse of hope...

'Perhaps he could save her' she had many times thought...but now that he was grown, she found that he could, but he wouldn't...

He hated her guts, he thought she was filthy, but again, he wasn't wrong...She had been forced to sleep with his father multiple times, he had heard it, seen those filthy marks his father sometimes left on her skin, seen her kiss him, hug him...

It all must've been painful for him to watch. His stepmother, no, his dad's favorite wife was his mate. He must feel like he was being punished for a sin he didn't commit.

But even though he hated her, even though he treated her like a slut, the love in Denae's heart for him did not waver nor did it falter. He was a diamond in her eyes, a man that made her heart flutter every time he looked her way, a man whose words could unravel her, break her and then put her right back together.

Goddess...he meant so much to her...it didn't matter just how cold he was, what mattered was the fact that he wanted her enough to f*ck her...

Turning her face back towards him, Denae moaned; there was pleasure, there was pain and there was love in her eyes as she stared at him. "You can treat me however you want...I'll always be here for you, Zaid."

He glared at her, giving her one particularly hard thrust that had her crumbling against him. Her body shook as she came, but halfway through it, he let go of her hands and roughly grabbed onto her face...holding it in place as he spoke. "Shut up...you sound like the mother I never f*cking had."

He rammed into her again and continued to, throwing her into a sea of pleasure that kept suffocating her. "Z-Zaid...stop...I..." She gripped at his shoulders, using him as an anchor to keep her up. "I...I...oh goddess...!"

"See...I knew you liked it. Does father f*ck you like this too? Does he make you feel as good as I do?"

Denae shook her head. "N-No...goddess no...!"

He chuckled darkly, burying himself deep inside of her with a groan. "You are a f*cking liar..."

And then in suddenness, he pulled out, jerking his member as he came, the substance splattering against her bare skin.

As he climbed up his high, his eyes were staring so deep into hers; those beautiful hazel eyes and those full, red lips called out to her in ways she could barely explain.

She leaned in, but before her lips could even brush against his, he dropped her thigh and stepped back. "Don't. You're no better than the sluts I f*ck on a lonely night and I don't kiss them."

Denae attempted to step towards him but ended up crumbling to the floor instead. Her knees felt weak, in fact her whole body was weary. She stretched her hand out to him, but instead of taking it, Zaid turned his back to her. "Our session is now over, be careful not to let father catch my scent on you...I'll see you again whenever it's convenient."

And then, he picked up his clothes and walked away, leaving her shattered into many pieces against the cold floor; naked, weak and heartbroken.

More tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as she watched him go. It was painful, but she deserved it...

This was how a wh*re was supposed to be treated.

Reaching for her night gown that laid on the floor next to her, she looked towards one of the bathroom stalls, the one she'd use after their every session...She was the father's favorite wife and the son's convenient wh*re.

How much more pathetic could she ever get?

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With not much strength in her legs, Denae walked back to her quarters, trying to be as silent as possible. She lived amongst four other girls, all of them belonging to Jerald; the man who had taken her father and mother's life.

He had raided and taken over their packs as well, but the hate that Denae felt towards him was not the same shown in those girl's eyes. It was as if they had given up on life and were now hanging onto anything they could...why else would they be so happy when the alpha called for them? And why would they hate her for being his favorite?

Adjusting the night gown she wore, she slowly shoved the door open, tiptoeing inside of the silent house. The door creaked as she slowly closed it and she hoped to the goddess that no one had heard.

Her legs took her towards the stairs, and she climbed up each as slowly as she did every time she came back after her nightly meetings with Zaid.

She headed towards her room, sighing out in relief when she made it inside. If she ever got caught, her life would be in grave danger.

She belonged to alpha Jerald, nobody else was supposed to touch her but him, not even his son. He had killed two of the girls that had been here because they were caught f*cking another man, and killed another when she asked him for freedom because she had found her mate.

He was a cruel man, Denae didn't call him the heartless alpha for show, and if there was anybody she feared in her life, it was him.

It wasn't a secret that he treated her better than he did the other girls, he had claimed he loved her many times too, but she knew that if he found out about her nightly sexcapades, he'd have her head.

But despite knowing how dangerous it was, she couldn't stop. Every time Zaid called, she just had to answer. That boy was her weakness, mere words from him had the potential to kill or rejuvenate her.

He was just 18, but he was more of a man than his father ever could be. There was always this fierce look in his eyes...that look that showed up the very night he found out that she was his mate.

His birthday party had started even before the clock hit 12:00 and Denae had made it her point of duty to stay away from it. She had known he was her mate, but dreaded the act of him finding out.

Though she had been young, as his father's favorite wife, it was her duty to treat him like a mother did a son, and she did. She'd stay with him, read him books, but as he grew older, they drifted apart.

He became cold, he'd barely even waste his breath to tell her 'hi', and would look away as soon as their eyes met. There were times when Denae thought it was because he found out about them being mates, but on the night when he traced her into the woods and f*cked her against that big oak tree, she knew that he hadn't known it before.

She had run until she was out of breath, but he had caught her and as soon as he did...

Denae shook her head, trying to get rid of the memories...that night she had begged him to let her live...if not as his stepmother, then as his mate...

But he had declined both offers and instead said...

'Live as my wh*re...show up at my beck and call. If not, I will tell my father about this and let him decide your fate.'

And what better could Denae do? She was trapped, one mistake and her life was at stake. His offer, she had accepted it and braced against the oak tree; legs apart, back arched...just as he demanded.

And he had f*cked her...once, twice, thrice, then left her against the cold, moist grass to grovel in self-pity. His cum had been dripping in large quantities down her bruised thighs and her breast which he had twirled, sucked and bitten was sore.

Her skin was damaged by his rough touch, her eyes had been welled with tears and her heart with fear.

Back then; exactly one week ago, she hadn't been sure of her own outcome. She had been sure she'd die, but then again, what was living if she had to live like this?

Sighing, Denae laid back against the bed, curling in on herself. It was foolish, but she couldn't help but hope that one day her life would turn around and Zaid would be the lovely mate she always wanted...

A mate who'd care about her feelings, one who'd love her without bounds and without end, one who'd always be there...

But that would be after she finally succeeded in getting rid of the man who got rid of her family; his father. Whether or not he accepted her after that was his decision, but she prayed he would.

Denae's eyes fluttered shut as she pulled the sheets over her trembling body. The night was long, but she knew the day would be longer...

Denae shoved the door open, walking into the dining hall. She could smell the many scents that roamed the place, but Zaid's unique and captivating scent stood out the most.

That manly scent of petrichor and lavender, it always pulled her in like candy did kids. Whenever it was in her presence, peace and comfort would envelope her completely, but not when his father's scent was there to taint it.

She could smell him, that awful scent of blood and mint...she hated it...she could never find peace when that scent embraced her, it was always like a puddle of water that she was drowning in.

Sighing, she exited the hall, now finally able to see everyone and everything; the tables, the food and the pack members. She grabbed a tray, looking down at the aisle of food in front of her.

Sluggishly, she picked up what she wanted, then stepped towards the table she knew she was supposed to be, the table she ate at every day.

Jerald was seated there, his four wives and his son, and her seat was right beside him, which was also across from Zaid's.

She placed her tray down, then pulled the chair from beneath the table and sat down. "Morning..." She greeted everyone.

Nobody answered, but Jerald's hand fell against her thigh almost immediately. His touch...it always made her skin crawl.

Shuffling uncomfortably on her chair, she grabbed his hand, shoving it off her. She heard him chuckle and then he looked over at her with eyes that always made chills run eerily down her spine. "As feisty as always...morning love."

Denae ignored him, picking up a loaf of bread from her plate. She could feel eyes on her and she knew a pair of them belonged to Zaid. It was uncomfortable to eat around a table where both your husband and your mate resided, and for a week, Denae had been withstanding such discomfort.

Her eyes drifted up from her plate, meeting Zaid's beautiful hazel ones. His eyes, they were as cold as always and she knew exactly what he was thinking even before he voiced it within the mind link. 'Disgusting.'

He dropped his fork, then stood to his feet. "I'm done here...I'll be taking my leave."

His father looked up at him, ushering him out. "Alright son."

Zaid walked away from the table, glancing back at her. 'Tonight...same time, same place.'

And then he disappeared around the hallway, leaving her in the company of her father and his wives. "My poor son must be jealous, I have four wives and he has none."

Claudia; the prettiest and most troublesome of his wives giggled. "Oh Jerald...don't say that, you know it's not true."

The others followed suit, laughing as though the disgusting, old man had said something funny. "What about you, Denae? Do you think it's true?"

Denae looked up at him, shrugging uninterestedly. "I don't know." She wasn't up for this...it was sickening. "Can I be excused? I don't feel like eating breakfast today."

She watched as his gaze switched from playful to austere and the smirk that was curved at the corner of his lips turned into a menacing scowl. "No...you'll sit until I am finished and you'll eat your food too, am I clear?"

The dominance in his voice was audible and it had Denae's hand shaking as she looked back down at her food. "Crystal clear."

"Good...now as I was saying, do you think my son is jealous or not? Answer me properly this time."

"He probably isn't..." Denae whispered, picking up her fork.

"That's more like it, you should speak to me properly, I'm not forcing you to be here, right?"

Denae shook her head and he smiled at her, bringing the beans on his fork to her trembling lips. "Here, say ahhh."

Denae opened her mouth and his fork slid past her lips and against her tongue. "You've always been my favorite and you always will be...stop behaving as though I'd ever throw you away. I love you Denae...so eat your food and stay healthy so that you'll be able to visit me on my lonely nights."

Denae wanted to vomit and she also wanted to cry...she knew he'd never throw her away, but she really wished he would.

As his fork slipped out of her mouth, she glanced around the table, noticing that his other wives were glaring daggers at her. They were fools. The only reason why she was his favorite was because he hadn't yet broken her into pieces.

She was still defiant and strong...she still fought against him when they were alone, just like the very first night he had taken her against her will. That was what intrigued him, the disgust in her eyes as he plunged into her, it was entertaining to him...

And the fact that she continued to fight even after he'd raped her so many times was what made him adore her so much...

If these girls knew this...would they still crave her spot as 'his favorite'?

Denae grabbed her fork as tears settled in her eyes, she hated this man, and she swore on her life that one day she'd be the one to slice his f*cking throat.

His hand reached for her thigh again and this time Denae made no move to remove it. If she denied him again, it'd only encourage him to do more.

Her fork shook as it dipped into the gravy on her plate and she held her head down as deep and painful embarrassment caved her. He was just teasing her, letting her know that he was in control, that he owned her even if she thought he didn't.

His hand on her thigh ventured higher, lifting her thigh-high floral dress. His fingers climbed beneath it and Denae swallowed the bile in her throat as they played with the rim of her panty. "You look even prettier with a blush on your cheek...I'd demand your presence tonight, but Claudia has already begged me to entertain her instead."

He withdrew his hand and Denae could finally breathe.

She'd be the one to kill him, she swore on her father's death!

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