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Chapter 8

  • ELARIAN
  • The next morning brought an empty feeling as he left immediately after satisfying his desires with me. He didn't waste a second in my presence. It seemed like my existence irritated him, and that left me feeling worse than ever.
  • This routine persisted for what felt like an eternity. While he fulfilled my physical needs, there was no other form of interaction, and it frustrated me immensely. I understood his rules, but the invisible barrier between us drove me to the brink. Every attempt at reaching out to him was met with resistance, like an impenetrable wall.
  • This barrier seemed to grow larger with each passing day, and I couldn't fathom why he maintained it. He could go for days without acknowledging my existence, let alone speaking to me. He remained cold, distant, and angry. The only time I saw him was when he sought physical release, and only then did I have a place in his world, albeit briefly.
  • I was reduced to an object for his pleasure. I knew that's what I had signed up for initially, but no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that I didn't care about his opinion of me, the truth was that I did.
  • I care so much that it infuriates me. I wish I could adopt his apathetic attitude and make him realize how wrong he is to treat me this way.
  • The worst part is that he takes me whenever and wherever he pleases. No matter how hard I struggle or how many pep talks I give myself in front of the mirror before he arrives, my body always betrays me.
  • Once, he walked in on the maid brushing my hair, and without a word, he lifted me from the chair and took me to the bed. The maid hurriedly left for her own safety, and I'm quite certain she heard my screams and moans, judging by the horror on her face the next morning.
  • Another time, it was in the dining hall. He had invited me to dinner, and the moment I entered wearing a short dress that revealed just the right amount of cleavage and thigh, he lost control. I saw the hunger in his eyes as he grabbed me and pinned me to the large table.
  • With a swift move, he cleared the table of all the cutlery and plates. The crashing sound of the plates hitting the ground filled the room as his hands immediately ventured beneath my dress. He didn't care if the cooks were present or if a group of maids still lingered; he was solely focused on his desires and didn't mind satisfying them in front of others.
  • He didn't need to say a word because the cooks and maids rushed out as fast as they could, closing the large doors behind them. After he was finished, and I stepped outside, they all kept their heads down, but their cold stares and harsh comments didn't escape my notice.
  • I've come to realize that in the Dark Moon Pack, nothing spreads faster than gossip. News of my encounters with the Alpha quickly circulated through the pack, given how he never hesitated to take me wherever and whenever he pleased, and I was anything but quiet during these sessions.
  • Rumors circulated among the she-wolves, branding me as a whore and a mistress, and the maids took every opportunity to ensure I heard these hurtful labels. I often overheard them whispering and casting glances my way, and more often than not, I caught snippets of their conversations.
  • The words "whore" and "mistress" were frequently thrown around.
  • Today, I'm taking a walk around the mansion, relishing the fresh air and the freedom of being out of my room. While he keeps his distance, he permits me to roam and spend time outdoors, whether in the garden or the stables. As long as I obey him and avoid getting on his nerves.
  • As I turned a corner, preparing to step into the hallway leading outside the mansion and into the garden, I overheard two women engaged in a heated discussion in the room I had just passed.
  • I halted in my tracks, and with the door slightly ajar, I pressed my body against the wall, eager to eavesdrop on their conversation. I had a strong suspicion that their discussion centered around me.
  • Their voices sounded familiar, as they had attended to me before.
  • "…Miss Blair is so much better than her. She didn't have to engage in encounters with the Alpha or fuck the Alpha all over the mansion to make him fall hopelessly in love with her," remarked the first woman, causing me to cringe.
  • Who else but me has engaged with the Alpha in such a manner?
  • It was now undeniable; they were indeed talking about me. But who was this Blair they were comparing me to?
  • "I heard she's just a lowly Omega without even a mate," the other one whispered. The first woman hissed aloud, "Who would want a mate like a whore? I can't fathom what the Alpha sees in her. She's like an ugly duckling, in my opinion."
  • The second woman chuckled, "The other day, I was in her room, helping her prepare for the day. The Alpha walked in, didn't even acknowledge my presence, and immediately went to her. He practically tore off her clothes, and her loud moans echoed through the room, like a bitch in heat."
  • "I told you the rumors were true; she's undoubtedly a whore."
  • Surprisingly, their derogatory comments didn't affect me as much as I'd expected. The mere thought that they believed the Alpha saw something in me lifted my spirits.
  • Nonetheless, I was curious about one thing - I needed to know who this Blair woman was.
  • They claimed it hadn't taken much effort for her to make the Alpha fall in love with her, asserting that she was superior to me. Was she the woman in the red room? Could she be the reason the Alpha had been avoiding me? And why were they speaking of her with such reverence? If the Alpha had loved her, perhaps she wasn't as virtuous as they implied.
  • I mean, have they witnessed the prowess of the man they call Alpha? He engages in lovemaking with the intensity of a wild animal, his creativity in the bedroom knows no bounds, yet somehow I'm the one labeled a whore.
  • None of these maids could ever handle him; the mere sight of his cock would render them... well, it's best left unsaid, up to my imagination.
  • With my mind made up, I turned around and headed towards his study. He might not appreciate the intrusion, but I had little choice. I didn't care if he wasn't in the mood to see me; I had a pressing matter regarding our contract that needed addressing.
  • Curiosity piqued, I couldn't help but wonder who this Blair was, and why they'd referred to her with such reverence. The maids used formalities sparingly, typically only for those close to the Alpha, so the fact that they called her "Miss" was significant. This raised a burning question: had he ever married her?
  • Unfortunately, he wasn't in his study, so I reluctantly returned to my room. Dinner was a solitary affair, delivered to my room because the Alpha wasn't present. Eating without him felt lonely and uncomfortable, and I lost my appetite so quickly that most of the food remained untouched. The maids promptly cleared the dishes, and I retired to bed.
  • I hadn't yet drifted into slumber when Aeros entered my room. It was late at night, and I was wide awake, staring up at the ceiling.
  • "They said you wouldn't be home tonight," I mentioned as I jumped up from the bed.
  • He responded with a gruff sound and a shrug.
  • "On all fours," he growled, and I obeyed instantly. It was astonishing how the sound of his voice could leave me dripping with anticipation, something he seemed to thoroughly enjoy.
  • He lifted my nightdress and took his position behind me, his firm grip on my buttocks testing my readiness. He emitted a pleased growl upon discovering my wetness.
  • "You're always so wet, and I love that," he moaned as he thrust inside me. The force of his wild thrusts almost propelled me forward, risking collision with the headboard. But his grip on my waist steadied me, forcefully guiding me back onto his rigid shaft.
  • "I fucking love the view of your ass on my dick," he growled. It was one of the reasons he favored this position; it’s because he loves how my succulent ass claps down on his thighs as he thrusts inside of me.
  • He raised his hand and smacked my ass forcefully. "Just like that, little pet, match my thrusts," he commanded, and I couldn't help but moan.
  • "Yes, Master," I obediently thrust my hips back, and his groan of approval filled the room. Strangely, I found satisfaction in submitting to him, allowing him to use me as he pleased.
  • "I want to taste those juices running down your thighs," he mumbled, pulling out of me before I could protest. His hand caressed my back as I let out an involuntary sound, soothing me. "Patience," he whispered, "I have all night to make you climax over and over again." His words sent shivers through me, and I had to clench my legs together to savor the sensations.
  • He slowly descended, and the intensity of pleasure was such that I moaned loudly, not caring if I'd given the maids fodder for gossip the next morning. It wasn't my fault, his tongue felt so incredible.
  • After savoring my juices, he got up, spun me around, and lifted my legs so high that my feet could touch my head. He had me hold my legs in place before thrusting his member into me again.
  • A piercing scream escaped me as I felt him deep inside. This position allowed him to reach my deepest recesses, and he exploited it fully.
  • I released one leg and tried to muffle my cries with my hand, but he wouldn't have it. "Don't silence yourself," he commanded. "I want you to fill my mansion with your screams." He pulled my hand away, and I returned it to my leg, allowing him to continue his wild thrusts.
  • The depth of his penetration left me unable to hold back any longer, and my orgasm surged through me. My entire body trembled beneath him, especially my legs and hands, as my juices flowed down my thighs.
  • He quickened his pace, and soon he climaxed, collapsing beside me. Though I was still gasping for air, the name "Blair" lingered in my mind. I knew Aeros would soon leave my room, and if I wanted to ask about her, this was the perfect moment.
  • Gently, seductively, I placed my hand on his chest and drew closer to him. As I expected, he didn't push me away, his heavy breath lifting and lowering my hand with ease.
  • "Who's Blair?" I asked, my hand tracing over his chest. I immediately regretted my choice of words, but it was too late.
  • His breath caught, his body stiffened, and his expression darkened. His icy, emotionless eyes met mine. He pushed my hand away and got up abruptly, his aura filling the room with intense rage. I shifted backwards in fear, wanting to escape his harsh gaze.
  • "Don't ever mention that name again," he commanded with a cold, harsh tone.
  • "I... I'm just curious," I stammered.
  • He turned to glare at me. "Don't even think for one second that you're allowed to be curious about anything. You're in this pack for one reason only: to please me, to satisfy my desires, and warm my bed."
  • He drew closer and clutched my neck before I could react.
  • "Let me make it crystal clear to you," he began, his voice seething with anger. "It means you mean nothing to me, and if you meddle where you shouldn't, I'll ensure you don't live to tell the tale. For your own safety, don't mistake my threats for mere words; they are very real." His words sent a chill down my spine, and I swallowed hard.
  • I managed to regain my composure and tried to plead for forgiveness, but he roughly pushed me away and stormed out.
  • I knew I shouldn't have asked about her. I was fully aware of how harsh he could be, yet I chose to inquire about something that could trigger his worst reactions.
  • His response left me with a nagging suspicion. Blair must be the woman in the red room. It was the only plausible explanation for his reaction, as he had reacted the same way when he found me there.
  • But what kind of relationship did they share for her to have such a profound influence on him? I pondered this question as I gently massaged my neck, right where his grip had left its mark.
  • Strangely, thoughts of his roughness excited me slightly. I couldn't help but wonder if my reaction was normal, or if it was a sign of something more twisted within me.