SINFUL BOND MATED TO THE CRUEL ALPHA

"Another breeder was killed today," the guard's voice echoed through the prison hallway.

"I'm yet to choose a breeder. The girls are so beautiful. The pack we conquered this time has pretty girls, I must say," one guard replied as they approached Hana's cell.

She was slowly getting used to the bad news of her people getting killed after giving the males of SeaHowl pack a pup. They were captured a year ago, and this had been the routine since their imprisonment.

"Hey, you!" One of them pointed at Hana, who was lying folded like a ball.

"That one over there is so petite and pretty. Even after a year, her beauty didn't fade like the rest," another guard said, lust glinting in his eyes.

"She was kept separate by the Alpha, so take your eyes off her," one of them warned.

"I heard she was MoonLight Alpha's daughter. No wonder she was separated," another said.

Hana listened to them, pained that she could do nothing to save her people who were killed every day after breeding for this tyrant pack. The gate to her cell opened, and she was dragged out by one of the guards. She used to fight them, but she had no strength anymore.

She watched with sad eyes as other girls from her pack were dragged out, most still fighting to be left alone. She wished they would save their strength. They all lined up as usual, and every month, they were selected to breed for the pack or be sold off to other packs.

A black-tinted car stopped in front of them. Who could be picked this time, where will they be taking them to, will they be killed in that pack? These were questions that raked Hana's mind each time they are lined up like this.

Hana kept her face down, avoiding being noticed. She'd rather die in that prison than be a breeder for any of them.

A pair of feet appeared in her view. She smelled a strange scent and looked up, recognizing the young handsome man immediately. It was Alpha Jarrel, the man who had invaded her pack, killed her parents and brother, taken her people captive, and ordered their execution after they gave birth. Not even allowed to see their pups before being killed.

Her brows furrowed as she looked straight into his eyes. A smirk drew on the corner of his lips.

"You are the most beautiful little thing I've ever seen," Alpha Jarrel said, removing the locks of hair covering her face.

She shook off his hand, indicating he should not touch her.

"How dare you?" a man roared.

"You don't speak to my mate in such a tone, Magnus," Jarrel said, caressing her face.

"Your... your what?" Magnus asked surprise on his face.

"You perceived it as soon as I arrived, didn't you?" Jarrel's question was directed at Hana. "And you can still feel the pull, can't you?" He smiled, pulling her chin up to meet his eyes.

"You're dreaming if you think I'll accept mating with a monster," Hana said for the first time since arriving at SeaHowl pack. Her anger was visible in her gritted teeth and furrowed brow.

"Ha! I love this. You are totally my type. The moon goddess definitely knows my taste, or you would have been dead now if I didn't like who my mate was," Jarrel said with sarcasm.

"You have no choice in the matter. The moon goddess has made her choice, what can we do?"

"I, Hana Roland, reject you, Alpha Jarrel Alexandra, as my mate. I'd rather rot behind those bars than accept such a ridiculous bond," Hana spat.

Her response cut through the silence, shock spreading on everyone's faces. Who would dare be rude to Alpha Jarrel? They all expected her head to roll on the ground in the next minute.

A hot, stinging slap hit Hana on her right cheek, sending her flying from her position.

"I thought I said you have no say in the matter, little feisty princess?" Jarrel said as he approached Hana, who managed to wipe the blood from her lips.

"I expected to be slain, not slapped, Alpha Jarrel. This is such a belittling act," she said.

Jarrel shuddered where he stood. Nobody had ever spoken back to him in such a manner before. A smile crept on his face.

"Ah! So interesting, I love this," he said, pulling her off the ground and carrying her to the black car he came from.

Inside the car, Hana struggled to free herself, but his grip was iron. "Let me go!" she screamed, thrashing in his hold.

"Quiet, little mate," Jarrel said, his voice cold and commanding. "You're mine now."

With her worst enemy by her side, Hana was forced into a small area as the car door slammed shut behind them. As the car moved forward, removing her from the cage she had known and placing her in an unknown future, her heart raced.

She tried to steady her breathing, focusing on the passing scenery outside the tinted windows. Her mind raced, formulating plans of escape, but all seemed futile. Jarrel watched her with an amused expression, clearly enjoying her distress.

"You won't get away, Mate. You're bound to me by the moon goddess herself. Fighting it is useless," Jarrel said, leaning closer.

She growled, giving him the best hateful glare she could manage. "I will never be yours," she declared.

"We'll see about that," he confidently said. "You'll get used to it, eventually."

The stillness in the car was thick and oppressive as they drove for what seemed like hours. Hana's thoughts kept going back to the previous year's events-the grief, the loss, and the helplessness. Still, she held onto a tiny glimmer of resistance, refusing to allow Jarrel to break her.

Finally, the car stopped. The door opened, and Jarrel stepped out, dragging Hana with him. They stood before a grand mansion, its dark, imposing structure reflecting the aura of its owner.

"Welcome to your new home," Jarrel said, his grip on her arms firm as he led her inside.

The interior was lavish, with ornate decorations and an air of power and wealth. Servants scurried about, casting curious glances at Hana but quickly looking away under Jarrel's stern gaze.

He dragged her to a room and pushed her into it. "That is final, you will remain here until you get your senses back I will have food prepared for you Do not attempt anything heroic" he warned and shut the door on him.

Hana searched the room for any signs of escape, then stared at the opulent chaise longue, the plump carpet, and the thick, soundproofed door which was now secured from the outside. She fell on the bed and felt how the reality of what she was going through was weighing down on her.

The rebel that she felt inside her during earlier minutes melted and turned into despair. Fear crawled in.

Chapter 2: Firm rejection

The door creaked open again, just as it had countless times since Hana's arrival. She had lost all appetite to eat. Even in her previous prison, food was limited, but now, in this place where she could eat as much as she wanted, her zeal to eat was gone.

"You have to eat if you don't want the Alpha to be pissed, my lady," said Mia, the little girl introduced to Hana as her new maid. Worry was etched on her young face.

"Who cares what the monster thinks? He can do anything he wants, but I'd rather die than be comfortable in such a place beside him," Hana responded, her head buried between her knees and wrapped around her legs.

"It's better to be treated well by a monster than be consumed by him. I understand your despair, but you have to give yourself enough strength," Mia said, squatting in front of Hana, whose tears streamed uncontrollably.

"Please... don't be nice to me. There's no way I will accept comfort in a pack that took everything from me and made my pack suffer. We are on the verge of extinction. I want to die with them, not be with the man who's executing them at will, Mia," Hana cried out, sobbing between words.

The door burst open, revealing Jarrel. He walked in with an aura that was both deadly and feared.

"I heard you have decided to starve yourself to death. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but you won't be dying anytime soon, little mate," his calm but commanding voice broke through Hana's mind.

"How I want to live or if I desire to live has nothing to do with you. Leave me the hell alone or kill me like you kill my pack every day in this slaughterhouse," Hana poured out, her emotions rumbling inside her.

Jarrel pulled Mia, who was kneeling close to Hana with a bowl of food in her hand. He took her hand and sliced it with the knife he pulled out from his guard's waist.

"Are you going to eat the food, or do you want me to cut off every finger she has, one at a time, for every minute you refuse?" Jarrel's eyes were proof he wasn't bluffing.

Mia's hand bled, the blood rushing out. She winced at the pain as Jarrel put pressure on the wound, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed.

"You beast, an excuse of a Howler! You certainly have no conscience and should not exist among creatures at all! How could you do that to your pack member, a little maid at that? Do you have a heart?" Hana screamed, rushing to grab Mia's hand.

"A heart? What's that? I certainly don't have one, and my sense of reasoning is unbelievable. So I advise you to eat that food, because the next time I open this door or hear that you have refused to eat, I will cut off her hands," Jarrel threatened before walking out the door.

"I'm so sorry, Mia. Please, let me tie it with a piece of cloth," Hana pleaded with Mia, who was in so much pain.

"It's okay, my lady. Please eat. I don't want my fingers cut off," Mia pleaded, tears in her eyes.

"He wouldn't dare," Hana argued.

"It didn't take him anything to kill his brother. Why would he consider me, a mere maid? Please eat, my lady. My mother is sick, and I am the only one she has," Mia cried, begging Hana for cooperation.

Hana finally understood what a maniac Jarrel was. She wouldn't let the poor girl suffer because of her, as that would make her a monster too.

She took the plate from Mia's hand and began scooping as much as she could from the bowl of rice, gulping down enough to finish it quickly. She cried as she chewed and swallowed, feeling as if her life depended on it.

Mia left to get her hand treated. Hana watched her frail body exit the door and felt terrible. She cried as loudly as she could, covering herself with a big bed cover, wishing the darkness could swallow her.

She replayed how much her people had been suffering in the pack. Most of them had been sold off to other packs, and the young ones were treated like animals meant only to give birth to pups.

Jarrel walked in again. "You need to get ready to appear in front of the pack. Not that you are worth it, but as my mate, I should give you that treatment, don't you think?" he said, ordering the young woman with him to place some clothes beside Hana.

"Take a bath and get cleaned up thoroughly from those prison shits before you come out. I need you completely clean. I'll be marking you tonight," Jarrel declared and left.

Dread fell on Hana's face. There was no way she would allow him to mark her. She had rejected him, but the mark could still bond them. Until he rejected her too, the mate bond would never disappear. Now he wanted to mark her, sealing her fate in some ways.

She stood up, the weight of the situation pressing down on her. She knew she had to act fast. The bath was quick but thorough, scrubbing away the grime of imprisonment, but not the sense of violation she felt. Dressed in the clothes Jarrel's servant had left, she felt a sickening knot in her stomach.

The door opened again, and two guards walked in, flanking her as they led her to the grand hall where the pack had gathered. The murmurs of the crowd reached her ears as she approached the dais. Jarrel stood at the center, radiating authority.

"Welcome my mate to the pack," he announced, his voice booming through the hall.

Hana's mind raced. She had to come up with a plan...a plan, to bring this madness to a standstill. She looked over the podium scanning the room hoping for a way out or someone on her side, but all she could see were cold unfeeling faces. The pack members seemed conditioned to obey without question.

Jarrel took her hand, raising it for all to see. "Tonight, I will mark you as mine," he whispered into her ears, and goosebumps rose from her skin.

Desperation clawed at her. In a bold move, she twisted her hand out of his grip and shouted,

"I reject you, Alpha Jarrel! I reject this pack and everything it stands for!"

The hall fell silent. The shock was palpable. No one had ever dared defy Jarrel so openly. His eyes flashed with anger, but there was also a glint of amusement.

"You think you can defy me?" Jarrel said, his voice dangerously low. "You think you have a choice?"

Heart thumping in her chest, Hana held her ground. "I will never be yours," she stated in a shaky but determined voice.

Jarrel's smile was cold. "Very well. Do you wish to challenge me? Then let's see how far your stubbornness will take you."

Chapter 3 : Marked by the monster

The thought of Jarrel touching and marking her made her skin crawl as if bugs were crawling all over her. She sat in the dark room, sobbing, wondering why she had waited all her life for her fated mate, only to be bound to the one man she hated.

How much more of her pack's pride would be ruined by this monster? The moon goddess must be playing a cruel joke on her, giving her a beast who kills out of sheer boredom and cares only for himself.

The creaking door signaled Jarrel's return. Hana's chest tightened to a ball of fear as he drew closer, suffocating her with his arrogance. He was always followed by his guards who without delay, took a stand near the door so that no one attempted to come in.

Jarrel stared at Hana and, in his eyes, she saw the desire of a man ready and willing to take what he perceived to be his own.

"You have no choice, Hana," Jarrel said, his tone as civil as always but there was that commanding note that said a lot. "It's a necessity, and we must go through with it."

Hana's skin crawled at his words. She moved backward while crushing herself into the icy stone-built wall.

"You can't do this," she whispered glaring at him while her face revealed both anger and fear. "I reject you!"

Jarrel stepped closer, closing the distance between them in a few strides. "Your rejection means nothing until I accept it," he said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards him.

His touch sent an unwelcome shiver through her body, a mix of revulsion and the undeniable pull of the mate bond.

"Let go of me!" Hana struggled, trying to wrench her arm free, but Jarrel's grip was unyielding. She kicked at him, desperation giving her strength, but he effortlessly avoided her blows, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Stop fighting, Hana," Jarrel said, his voice softening slightly, almost as if he were trying to comfort her.

"This will be easier for both of us if you just accept it."

"I will never accept it," Hana spat, her eyes burning with defiance. "You're a monster, and I will never be yours."

Jarrel's expression hardened. "As you wish," he replied.

In one decisive move, he grabbed her and turned her around, thrusting her against the wall. Heaving flat and quickly to his feet, Hana just stood still, her breath having been taken away by this rather abrupt action of his. He pulled her close and his chest was against her back his breathing heavy against her skin.

"Get off me!" She yelled and tried to push him away, but he did not budge as he overpowered her. She tried to fight and twist out of his grasp but he only laughed, a sadistic grin on his face.

"You do feel it right?" Jarrel asked her in his low, husky voice that she was already becoming familiar with. Even if you try to rid yourself of it, it's there. The bond. You can't run away from it.

Hana's body had gone against her, an ember of desire, burning inside her even though she despised it. She despised herself for it, for feeling anything other than hate for this man who had reduced her to nothing. Anger staining her face and tears in her eyes she fought on but Jarrel did not loosen his hold on her.

He cupped her hands together and raised them high on her body; he then traced the curve of her neck with the back of his hand while his fingers threaded through her hair. Hana could feel his hot breath on her neck, and she recoiled at his touch.

"No," she moaned softly within herself more than saying it out to him. "Please, no. "

Jarrel stopped for a second, his lips inches from her delicate flesh. "This is the way it has to be," he whispered. "For both our sakes."

Hana felt the sharp sting as his teeth pierced her skin. She cried out in pain, her body arching instinctively away from the source, but Jarrel held her firmly in place. The pain quickly turned into a burning sensation that spread through her veins, the mate bond solidifying with every second.

Her brain shouted in protest, and yet her nerves jangled to the point that her sensuality was incapable of being controlled. The bond amplified everything-her anger, her despair, and the unwanted pull towards Jarrel. She could feel his emotions too: the satisfaction of claiming his mate, the dominance of an alpha exerting his will.

Finally, Jarrel released her, stepping back to admire his work. Hana slumped against the wall, clutching her neck where he had bitten her. The mark throbbed, a physical reminder of her new reality. She looked up at Jarrel with tear-filled eyes, a mix of hatred and anguish etched on her face.

"It's done," Jarrel said, his voice a mixture of triumph and something almost tender. "You are mine now, Little mate. The bond is complete."

"I hate you," Hana whispered, her voice breaking. "I will always hate you. You freak"

Jarrel's face only relaxed for a second before it was replaced with his usual smooth expressionless face.

"You can hate me as much as you want," he went on. "That does not change the fact that you belong to me".

He walked out of the room, waving his hand for his guards to come along. With the door shut, Hana sank to the floor buried her head in her hands, and cried her heart out. The mark on her neck throbbed with the mate bond, which made her remember that she had been forced into mating with Jarrel.

In the cold and hardly illuminated room, Hana was left alone with the only feeling of the new life crushing her spirit. She despised the bond, despised how it had allowed her to feel something for the man who had inflicted so much pain. She despised the kind of powerlessness that had become her new normal.

The feeling of the mark repulsed her, she needed to clean it off, she looked around for anything, could it even be cleaned off?