Anya's Point of View
It was another day again in the Dark Hound pack. Birds were chirping and singing happily on the branches of large trees. I could see people across the street getting ready for work. I looked up and saw how radiant the sky was and smiled.
"Luna, Alpha Marcus was calling for you. He said to go straight to your room," the helper living in the packhouse said. I looked at her and spoke.
"Okay. I'll follow you after I'm done with this."
The helper bowed her head and went inside the house while I went back picking flowers. I glanced at the flowers in my hand and smelt them. It comforted me. I stayed for a minute in the garden when I decided to go back inside.
When I entered the house, I quickly put the flower I picked on the vase. I went up to our bedroom, where Marcus is. I was about to open the door when it burst opened, revealing Marcus' angry face. He grabbed my arm and harshly pulled me inside. I winced in pain. It will surely create a bruise later on the way he held it.
"Why are you late!?" he angrily asked. I bowed my head before speaking. When he's like this, I couldn't help but be scared.
"I just picked flowers in the garden. I'm sorry if you waited," I said and apologized. When I raised my head to look at him, I found him staring at me. He slightly pushed me into the bed, so I sat down. Marcus approached me and began kissing me. It was not a passionate one, but what would I do? If he wants it, I will gladly give everything to him. I put my arms around his neck while tears were falling down my eyes.
Marcus pushed me once again until I lay down on my back. He started ripping my clothes off. After that, he started sucking my breast like a hungry beast. I couldn't sense tenderness nor love from his every touch. It's just lust that he needs to release on me. He kissed my jaw down to my neck and began sucking it. I can feel his hand began caressing my womanhood, and he played it with his fingers. I couldn't help but moan at the pleasure he's giving me. All of my thoughts suddenly flew away, and all I could think was him. He stood up and quickly removed his clothes. He kissed me once again and thrust himself in me. I closed my eyes in pain. He wasn't gentle the way I want him to be. He moved harder and faster.
"Aahh!" I moaned and clawed his back. I don't know where to turn my head as he keeps thrusting inside of me. I was panting heavily. Beads of sweat fell from my face as I can feel my insides burning with pleasure. Even the air—conditioning in our room had no effect.
"Shit!" he shouted. He kept moving, and the two of us were in sync. All you can hear inside our room was our moan.
"Fuck this! You are mine, Anya," he said and cupped my face. I obediently nodded my head. I can feel that I'm already reaching my limit. Marcus rammed his manhood and cursed. I can feel his hot liquid flowing inside of me.
Marcus lay down beside me while panting. He was also sweating profusely. I turned to my side and wiped the tears from my eyes. I am his when we were in bed, in this room, but he never looked at me and accepted that I am his mate.
"Get out," he flatly said. This what he always says after we had sex. He's always telling me to go out of the room like nothing happened between us. Like we haven't shared our bodies intimately. I stood up even though my womanhood was still sore. I picked the clothes on the ground one by one. I looked at him and saw him staring at me.
"Don't go anywhere and flirt with others because I need you later," he said and went to the bathroom. I slumped on the tiled floor and sobbed. I don't know why I still couldn't get used to his treatment of me. It broke my heart again and again.
"Anya," my wolf worriedly said.
"I'm okay. Don't worry about me," I replied quickly. I put on my ripped clothes and went to the room next to him. I lay down on my bed with haste and covered myself with a blanker. I began to cry again because it hurts so much. I just want him to love me.
"Anya, please don't cry," my wolf sadly said, trying to comfort me. I didn't answer her and kept crying silently. Why can't I have my own happiness? He's a demon, a heartless one, but I still love him.
I fixed myself when I heard the news from Marcus that Candice and Blake were coming. Candice was Marcus's sister and Blake's mate. He was also my previous Alpha after transferring to the Dark Hound pack. I picked a simple sleeveless dress and put light make—up on my face so they wouldn't notice my pale complexion. I glanced at my arm and saw the bruise.
"Candice might see it. I can't let her know," I said to myself and went to pick another dress. I found a baby blue long sleeve dress and changed the dress I currently wore. After checking everything, I went out of the room. I was a bit taken aback by seeing Marcus waiting for me.
"Why are you so slow?" he said, irritated.
"Sorry," I said and bowed. Marcus went down while I was following him closely behind. I immediately saw Candice and Blake sitting on the couch. They didn't bring their twins with them.
"Anya!" Candice shouted and hugged me. I hugged her back and smiled. She was an excellent Luna to the introverted me, and he was one of the people who didn't ignore me, and that made me glad.
"You looked pretty! Does my brother takes good care of you?" Candice asked me. I glanced at where Marcus was sitting. I knew he heard what his sister had asked.
"Of course," I answered.
"That's good to know then. Let's go!" she said and pulled me. I winced in pain when she touched the part where my bruise is.
"Anya, are you alright?" Candice worriedly asked me. I pretended to fix my sleeve and smiled.
"I'm fine. Where are we going, by the way?" I asked her. Marcus approached us and pulled my hand away from his sister.
"I will just talk to her, Candice," he said. Candice pouted her lips and stomped her foot like a child. You wouldn't believe she already had twins because she sometimes acts childishly.
"You are always with her, brother! I missed Anya!" she said. I saw Blake slowly walked towards her and hugged her from behind. I really envied both of them. How I wished Marcus would be like that too. Caring and loving towards me.
"Let them go, love," Blake said. Marcus gently dragged me away, and we entered the guest room. I tried wriggling my hand off of him, but he won't budge.
"Marcus!" I shouted, but he won't still let my hand go. He grabbed the sleeve of my dress and tore it apart. I gasped in surprise and looked at him with wide eyes.
"You have a bruise," he quietly whispered enough for me to hear. I looked into his eyes and saw regret, but it vanished instantly. I covered my bruise with my hand. I felt my heartbeats fasters as I waited for him to talk.
"You deserve that," he said and walked away, leaving me with my shattered heart in the room.
