The Doomed Lycan's Mate

Henna

Except for a few sniffles I could no longer contain, the whole ride to his estate was silent. Even though all he did was sip from the pocket alcohol bottle the entire time, he didn't appear intoxicated, and even from a distance, I could smell the alcohol on him.

There was something very...scary about him. And as the seconds ticked by, an odd terror began to rise within me.

I was ignorant of him. I had no idea who he was or what he did. I had never been here before. It was scary for me to be in such a vulnerable situation, especially as a girl who was never allowed to leave her group.

The vehicle came to a stop in front of a massive mansion that was well furnished and encircled by a considerable number of trees, giving the impression that a gloomy shadow had shrouded this lovely location.

Raul took hold of my wrist and yanked me violently out of the vehicle. Keeping up with his pace was challenging, made more so by the fact that I was wearing bare feet covered in cuts and blisters.

He pulled me inside the mansion with force after the guards unlocked the main entrance.

When they noticed Raul's approach, a large group of maids and laborers gathered around us. They were terrified, as evidenced by the way their trembling breaths stayed visible and the way all of their unwavering eyes were fixed on the ground.

However, my gaze suddenly shifted to see the woman descending the stairs. Her red gown fitted her glowing skin like a second layer, even though it exposed a lot of skin, and her blonde hair reached her shoulders. Her eyes first met mine with curiosity, but they quickly darkened when they saw Raul's hand grasping mine.

She approached us, sipping from the wine glass she carried with casualness as she strolled down.

"I did not know you went to purchase some slave," she said.

"Because it's none of your fucking business, Clara." With a scowl in his blue eyes, Raul spat, and Clara immediately cowered away.

"I apologize, Alpha. "I apologize; I didn't mean for it to sound like this," she said, her voice suddenly seeming honey-sweet.

Raul shoved me to the maid's side, ignoring her.

"Here, get her all cleaned up and escort her to the room beside mine." "I want her clean, with every trace of other wolves eliminated from her body," he commanded. You get it?"

"Yes, Alpha." The maid observed my weakness and struggled to stay still on my feet, so she bowed nicely and gently held me to keep me standing.

"What's your name?" Clara raised an eyebrow at me and questioned.

"Henna."

"Is she a new slave?" Clara's tone softened once more when she asked Raul the question this time.

Raul's hands balled into fists, and his jaw tightened, "Yes, she is." It was evident that he disliked having too many questions posed to him.

"So that means she can serve me as well; I needed a maid anyway," she said, stepping closer to him and sliding her hand around his arm while sensually dragging her nails up towards his bicep. To conduct my routine pedicure and other things, you know, so..."

Raul interrupted Clara before she could finish her statement and threw the pocket alcohol bottle against the closest wall mirror.

"Enough!" I shook my hands violently, breathing trembled, and closed my eyes in terror as his booming voice reverberated across the room. "I have not spent two million dollars on her just for some of your fucking pedicure and stupid stuff that you can do on your own," he said. Because you are aware of the potential implications, stay in your lane.

Clara's expression was hidden by shock, and she recoiled a few paces.

"She is mine to use; I purchased her." With a death gaze on her face, he said, "Go to your fucking room now. In this present moment!" He gave an order.

She sped up the stairs without even waiting for a second, and before she could leave our sight, she gave me an odd glance that betrayed a deeper, more profound, unfathomable hatred.

Raul took a deep breath, the anger still visible on his face, and the blue veins next to his neck stood like one more piece of evidence. His quietness unnerved me.

The maid appeared to realize it was not the best idea to watch him get angry while standing there.

"Let's go," She helped me head up the stairs and out of the hall while whispering to me.

But there were blazing holes in the set of eyes that belonged to my companion.

Did not disappear in any way behind my head.

While the maid scrubbed and cleansed my body, I sat in the hot tub, unmoving and lost in a jumble of thoughts.

I realized this new mood would not continue, even though it was somewhat serene after spending so many days in that inferno. Tears welled up in my eyes again at the memory of Raul's hateful eyes for me.

"How is Clara related to the Alpha?" The only thing I had spoken up to at that point was the question. Therefore, I found myself asking it.

"Oh...she's his mistress." She responded.

He's got a mistress.

My chest was assailed by a sharp pain that knotted up in the middle and made breathing difficult.

It hurt to think that he was seeing someone else. After only a few hours of meeting my partner, he had already demonstrated uninterested in seeing my face. Therefore, I didn't even have the right to protest.

What had I done wrong for this world to be so cruel? If I had not been born with a wolf, my life would have been so much better. Perhaps Raul would not have hated me but instead adored me.

Was it my fault that the goddess made me a burden for everyone rather than making me powerful and attractive?

"Your name's Henna, right?" The maid's inquiry dispelled my fog.

I nodded and wiped away my tears swiftly. But her compassionate and understanding stare said it all-she had already recognized that I was crying.

Observe...Accepting the truth can be brutal, but I'm stating this for your benefit; the sooner you take it, the less damage it will cause." "Please be careful of him. He's lethal," she said quietly. You could be killed by a single mistake. Remember that he has no concept of mercy, so avoid doing anything that could put your life in danger."

Even though I witnessed it, it was difficult to accept that my partner was callous and savage. There was not a shred of feeling in his eyes.

"H-how many people have he killed till now?" My speech faltered.

"Countless." "But the first person he killed was his," the maid sighed.

father, eleven years old."

After hearing what she had just stated, my heart stopped.

Did he murder his father?

"Do you...do you know why he killed his father?"

No, I'm not. It seems that no one is aware of it. Most people are ignorant of Alpha Raul's history, and those aware of it avoid discussing it out of fear." She responded, "It's just like one of those secrets that have been buried in the dark, just like his curse that one knows about."

"Yeah, he is cursed." She said.

"And there's no one who knows what it is?"

"Kinda. Most people assume it's his brutal and cruel deeds that have made the goddess bestow the curse upon him, and it could be the case, but if anyone who can know about it is...Zara ."

"Who's Zara ?"

Before she could respond to my query, a maid entered the restroom in a hurry.

"Nadia, hurry up and get her ready. Alpha will arrive here at any moment." Taking one look at me, she said.

I knew Raul's coming would be nothing more than torment for me as Nadia's gaze shifted to stare at me sadly...

Henna

Strong, mature stuff ahead; please be advised.

Sitting on the bed, I wished he would not enter the front door while fisting the edges of my white dress impatiently. I was more scared than I had ever been and I did not want to face him.

Though I had a lot of questions, the one that kept me up the most was...

Would he destroy me like he would another victim, even though I was his mate?

Abruptly, there was a loud slam as the door opened.

Raul strode into the room wearing the same clothes, and I jumped at the sound, my hand flying to cover my mouth to stop the gasp that left it.

My heart began to beat faster, and I had trouble breathing as his aroma filled the space.

His hands fisted at his sides as his jaw tensed and his eyes shifted to stare at me.

Did he detest seeing me that much?

"Come here." His voice was icy, his gaze unsettling, and he gave an order.

I pushed my legs down the bed and swallowed the lump in my throat. My body was fighting me so much that all I wanted to do was go as far away as possible and hide someplace. I did not want to be close to him.

But really, what could I do? That was my destiny. I was confined.

I stood a few steps away from him and inhaled deeply as I inched closer to him.

Abruptly, he seized my arm and dragged me toward him. My entire hand felt zapped with pain from the hard pull, and my body crashed against his.

I let out a painful whimper, but before I could even finish speaking, he gripped my waist and his nails tore through the frock's fabric.

"Since you are here in my mansion, there are a few rules you have to follow from now on," He spoke in a low, menacing voice at first, grabbing my jaw with one hand and tilting my face so that my eyes were met.

Even though I could detect a strong alcohol odor coming from him, I knew he wasn't intoxicated because he was sober and in charge.

"You are not allowed to leave this room unless you are told so, you will keep your mouth shut whenever you are around me, and you'll obey me just like my slave; Your only duty is to serve me, and if you try to show any sort of disobedience or attempt anything stupid such as trying to escape..." My jaw seemed like it would split in two if he applied a little more force, as his hold grew tighter.

"I'll throw right where I have brought you from and do you know what those auctioneers do to the returned goods?" "First they use them and fulfill their thirst, and then they tear them into pieces and share it among themselves," he said, a sneer forming on his lips as he spoke against my lips.

"Y-You are my mate...." "Why are you doing this to me?" ran down my face as the cry instinctively left my mouth.

His eyes briefly flashed with something, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

"Trust me, I haven't even started yet," "I don't give a fuck about this mate bond, Henna," he chuckled darkly. I felt an unwelcome chill run down my spine as my name slipped from his lips.

Abruptly, the sound of my dress being ripped echoed throughout the space.

He was too strong for me, so I tried to push him away while I gasped in horror.

He said, "But I do have a lot of interest in this body of yours," and I could tell by the darkness in his eyes.

But before I could take any action, he tore my entire garment and then used his extended claw to tear the strap of my bra.

I covered myself with my hands, feeling sorry for myself for being powerless.

"I beg you, please don't do this." I cried.

How could I do anything but cry?

"These tears of yours are not going to affect me, so stop wasting them because you'll be needing them later on." He reached over to grasp my breast, giving it a painful squeeze.

Because of our link, there were sparks in fact, but the anguish was

surpassing everything, and the embarrassment made it worse.

"Henna, don't think for a moment that you will get anything from me but hate. I don't require a partner. I don't need this weak, pitiful tie to survive," he shouted, snatching a handful of my hair and hurling me roughly into the bed.

In front of his threatening eyes, I was naked and defenseless.

"Raul, please don't do this..."

"The only reason I bought you at that auction was so I could use you to tame my wolf. You are nothing more than a good that I will use for pleasure every day and night. And it is the first day of your hellish life."

"Please don't..." I pleaded with him, but nothing I said moved him.

I retreated till my body collided with the headboard, but he hauled me by my ankles, tore off my panties, and discarded them.

"Goddess has surely made you a burden on this earth, but this body of yours is indeed.....ravishing." With a sarcastic smile, he held my pussy in his palm and said, "At least, my money hasn't gone all to waste."

I exerted all of my effort to break free from his grip, but I ultimately

losing each time.

"Please...don't do this to me, Raul." I sobbed.

He got on the bed sitting on either side of me, utterly ignoring my cries for help.

"Henna, it gets more intriguing the more you beg. If you keep pleading with me and attempting to get away, I will eventually close all of your options." Putting down his shirt, he unbuttoned it and threw it away. He then unbuckled his belt and lowered his trousers.

I attempted to take advantage of the situation to break free from his hold, but he quickly shoved me back onto the bed and, with a bone-crushing grip, seized my throat.

His eyes were frigid as he leaned closer to my face, squeezing my throat with his fingers.

"Henna, you cannot get away from me. This will be hell for you, and today I'll start by giving you a taste of it. I'll make every breath a burden for you, push you to the point where you can see your death, and every time I take you back for the same torment once more, I'll make you regret your existence." He kissed me after saying the words against my lips.

The kiss lacked any tenderness. It hurt and was severe.

He forced his tongue inside my mouth and chewed my bottom lip, so much so that I could taste my blood.

He opened them wide, slipping his hand between my thighs. My mouth dropped another sob, but it was muffled by his mouth on mine.

Abruptly, I felt two of his fingers pierce into me. I tried to break free from his captivity and almost yelled, but I was unsuccessful.

I was completely overwhelmed by him.

"As I can see, the auctioneers told the truth. I can at least get what's left from you." When he eventually released my lips-which were swollen and bleeding-he laughed.

I never imagined that my virginity would end up the way it did. I had always kept myself for my partner, but this was not how I wanted things to work out. I didn't want to be sexually assaulted or end up in the clutches of a monster level of cruelty.

"Raul, please. Why are you treating me like this and what did I do wrong?" I sobbed.

He didn't respond to my query. For an instant, his countenance shifted, but he covered it up before I could see it.

He pinned my hands over my head and softly cuffed them with his belt.

"From now on...there's going to be the only thing that you'll know-Pain." His lips turned into a sarcastic smile.

He removed his boxers, caught hold of one of my legs, lifted it over his shoulder, and stood at my door.

"Please stop," I cried and pleaded with him, thinking he would stop, think twice, and not take advantage of my innocence.

However, he also dashed my hopes for this..

Henna

Warning: 18+, strong mature content ahead

He forced his way inside of me with one swift thrust.

I screamed out loud, unable to ignore the pain that slashed through. Every cell of my body froze, and it felt like he'd ripped me into two with his length. I'd never been with a man, but for a virgin, his size and the force he used to penetrate me were too much.

More tears slid down my face, making a mess. I felt torn down there.

An unsatisfactory growl left his mouth, and he pulled himself out before he hammered his way inside once again but with double pressure.

My body jerked in pain, and I screamed once again, "Ah!"

And then he began moving in and out. Giving me no time to adjust to his size or the pain.

His animalistic pace made the bed shake and squeal underneath us. My body was vigorously trembling, and I couldn't even move my hands because Raul had tied them so hard.

He used his free hand to grope my breast and pinch my nipple. The stinging pain erupting on the skin hit straight to my core. The humiliation, sorrow, helplessness-All the emotions made me ever more miserable.

I couldn't take it. It was hurting so bad.

"Stop it, please." I cried out.

"I am far from stopping, Henna. Brace the pain, 'cause it's what you will face every day." He slammed his cock deep within me, hitting spots that made me see stars behind my eyelids.

"I beg you, Raul. I can't take this anymore!"

"You have to take this. Do you fucking hear me?" He spat and leaned closer to my face; All I saw in his blue eyes was hatred.

"This is what is your destiny. You are my slave, an object for my pleasure; I'll use you every day and night like my slut. Get this in your head." He relentlessly dove in and out of my pušsy, not even caring the slightest bit for the pain he was putting me through.

He was like a sadist monster who only knew how to fulfill his hunger; Indeed, he was a sadistic monster.

He continuously moved in and out. My pulse increased, my heartbeats were rapid, and my sweat-covered body begged for an escape. There was nothing romantic or pleasurable in this encounter; It was bloody painful, yet in this trauma, there was a need for a release, too.

"You are my property, Henna. I'll use you in every way I desire, and I'll control you the way I want; Your tears, your screams, your scars, they are all mine," His claws dug into my hip, drawing blood, "And you don't have a choice other than submission, do you?" He raised one of his left eyebrows in amusement and kissed down my neck, leaving his marks all along.

"I wish I had never met you." The sob automatically left my mouth. Tears ran down my cheeks.

I couldn't describe my pain. The truth stung that my mate was taking me without my will. Fucking me like a cheap slut he owned.

"Wishes never come true," He chuckled darkly, "But nightmares do."

I sobbed, looking away from him, avoiding watching his face; I buried my face in the pillow, crying in helplessness.

It was painful. The way he was using my body without a tinge but of emotion, any care or tenderness-It was the most painful feeling ever.

At least not looking at him would help me bear all of it in silence, but he didn't let me do that, too.

He grabbed my face and turned me to face him. His grip was so harsh that I felt my skin burn. Indeed, he'd left his finger marks there.

"You can't hide from the pain, Henna," He mercilessly pounded his length in and out, Hitting so deep that I could feel him in my stomach.

"Please..stop it," I begged, straining against the restraints to free myself, but he did not listen to me.

He grabbed my breast and squeezed it hard, leaving the marks of his fingers there as well.

Despite my denial, my walls clenched around his cock; Released more juices, milking it. And then I felt myself reaching the climax; The release hit me like a swashing wave, but he did not stop.

He bit down on my lip, slapping the sides of my thighs and digging his claws into my skin. My blood seeped out of the wound, and as he dragged his nails downwards, a scream tore from my throat in pain.

But he didn't quit there. He moved his mouth and bit my breast hard. Another cry left my mouth.

He was intentionally hurting me to satisfy his sadistic desires.

How could he hurt me so much and not give a damn about it? He was my mate...

Moments kept passing, but his torture did not end. He kept using my use, leaving his marks that were going to haunt me forever. My blood covered the white bed sheet, and my wounds and the excruciating pain remained as a witness -He was a lethal, Asadistic monster.

My body reached the release a few times, but the anguish was more significant than all of it.' There was no pleasure in it, and it was all pain and torment.

And after more than an hour of torture, he finally groaned, and I felt the pulse within me. His face slackened, and pupils thinned as he spilled his seeds inside me.

He remained seated inside for a while, calming his heavy breathing as sweat glided down his muscular figure. Dark hair hung over his forehead, and his lips stayed slightly parted. His eyes closed briefly as he took a deep breath, throwing his head slightly backward.

The sight of him could have been ethereal if this wasn't rape; If this wasn't him

Stooping this low and taking my virginity like this.

He finally pulled himself out of me and freed my hands from the belt, and without another glance at me, he slipped on his clothes and walked out of the room, leaving the door shut and me suffering in silence once again.

I gathered myself to sit up, and my eyes moved to glance at the blood between my legs and his cum seeping out of my swollen gap before I began to notice all the cuts and marks all over my body.

I felt disgusted.

My hand moved to suppress my sob.; The tears streamed down my face.

How could he do this to me?

My whole body ached, and my blood was everywhere on the bed, but what hurt me more was that any other person did not do all this... It was my mate.

"What did I do wrong, moon goddess? What did I do that you have written my fate like this? You say mates are supposed to love each other, a part of our soul who'll never hurt us, go beyond every boundary for us..." A loud sob tore through my throat, "Is this what you call love?" I looked at the full moon through the open window.

Just like all the other times, none of my questions were answered. I was forced to suffer in the very familiar silence.

The more I looked at the marks Raul had left on me, the more the pain would increase.

My tears wouldn't stop; The questions wouldn't stop bombarding inside of my head.

I wanted to get rid of his scent on me. I tried to wash away every trace of his touches.

I gathered the strength to get up from the bed and headed toward the bathroom. I almost fell to the ground because of my lack of power, but somehow, I reached the bathroom and got inside the shower.

As soon as the water hit my skin, the burning sensations cut through. My blood washed away with the water, the cold water soothed the wounds after a while, and the scent of him lessened, but the flashes of the event were now what began haunting me.

Pressing my hands over my mouth and back against the shower wall, I finally let out the scream I had been keeping inside of me till now. I cried because of my misery and prayed that...somehow, all this would turn out to be a nightmare and not a bitter reality.

But this wasn't a nightmare. It was the truth.

"I hate you, Raul. I hate you..." With that, I slowly fell into darkness...