The room he gave Kiara had nothing in it, not even a bed...it was just like the dungeon she had resided in before...an empty cage for an empty soul...

But what had she expected?

A bed?

Clothes?

She had been stupid to have chosen to stay with him instead of in her old room, but it was the outside that she had wanted to see, she had just wanted her feet to touch the grass, her eyes to grace the land...she had just wanted to feel free...

But the little exposure she got was not enough to compensate just what she was going through now. She had the mark of the man who killed her parents on her neck... A mark that was suppose to be sacred was then said to mean nothing to him...

He classified the bonding between them different from others, but it was different...for it was forced. When had she told him that she wanted it on her neck? He gave it to her without a warning...

And now all the pain she was enduring was because of the mark...because of him, and he didn’t even care... He was so cruel, so evil...

And for that, Kiara hated him even more...

Pushing deeper into the walls, she whimpered, her eyes fixated on the dull, white tiles on the floor as tears fell from her swollen lids. She wanted to die, but she also wanted to run away to a land where nobody could find her. A place where she was alone, free from the world and everyone in it.

Even if it was just for a day...perhaps one day she’d reach there...

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Zique flipped the book he had been trying to read shut, his eyes drifting towards the bulge in his pants. He couldn’t comprehend why he was this excited. He understood that her scent was sweet; the sugary odour of strawberry bubble gums and rosemary leaves, and he also understood that it’s been long since he had casted an eye on the naked body of a female...but still, when had he ever been this aroused?

Was it the desperate look in her eyes? Or the pitiful state she had been in, or perhaps it was because of how beautiful her incredibly thin body came out to be...

Since his curse, he had given up on trying to court other women, his sex drive was high and yet he wasn’t able to have sex. The elders had told him, but he hadn’t believed so he’d try over and over again only to get hurt.

The pain from his heart would heighten until it reached an unbearable height, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how far he got, the pain was enough to make him give up on his desire to release. Because of that, he wasn’t able to create an heir and without an heir the will to give up on his life and finding his mate had been restrained.

He needed a son and that weak rat the goddess gave him was the only one who could give that to him...his life had spiralled out of his control, he had no choice, no other options, the goddess above gave him none. It was that weak brat that she wanted him to surrender to and though he didn’t want to, eventually he’d have to.

Sad right...? He was being forced to do something that he did not want to, forced to mate someone he did not want to...forced to mark her when he did not want to and now he was being forced to f*ck her and surprisingly or rather according to the reaction of that thing in his pants he wanted to.

F*ck...! Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. Why did it have to be her? Even an omega would’ve been better than a wolf without a f*cking wolf.

How was she even his mate...?

And why after waiting almost ten years was he just now able to scent her out as his mate? This was confusing...perhaps the goddess wanted him to suffer or perhaps...perhaps...

Zique stood from his seat, his steps taking him through the door and down the hall to hers. He could hear her whimpers, her helpless movements against the floor and he could smell her; her sweet scent and the even sweeter scent of her slick...

It was so captivating and arousing that his c*ck twitched in his pants, becoming even harder. He could feel as desire surged through him, a want he wanted to satiate...no a need...a need to hold her thighs open and f*ck her...cum in her...breed her...

He just wanted to...

Zique shook the thought from his head, reaching for the knob that he barely turned. With a sigh, he pushed the door open, eyes finding her on the dusty floor as naked as the day she was born.

She was trembling as though it was cold out, her...her...Zique swallowed; hard, his hands clenching by his side, pre-cum leaking from his c*ck that had betrayed him the moment it laid eyes on her.

This disgusting, weak creature on the floor...how was she able to turn him on with a face as red as that, eyes as desperate as those and with hands that were hanging onto to a part of her body that he wanted to touch...?

Those nipples, those breasts...! God damn it, was he always this weak at restraining himself?

Turning away, he cursed at the bulged that protruded prominently from his pants and clenched his jaw as tight as his fist. He hated this, hated himself for being just as disgusting and weak as her. He was such a f*cking idiot, just like his father...

F*cking hell...!

“Hey you...! Quit fumbling yourself, quit your pitiful whimpers and tell me...have you gotten a wolf now? I can’t seem to smell if you have...the scent of your heat is too strong, so tell me.”

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A/N// Five chapters guys...how were they?

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