Chapter 3: Winter
Warning: There will be rape scenes as this setting is in medieval times and men did abuse their women. If you have a problem with rape scenes or depiction of abuse then this story is not for you and I won't tolerate people telling me negative comments about what I'm writing. I write dark themes and romance and this is what I enjoy to write most of the times. Please leave or read other stories of mine where abuse isn't a big factor of my stories. You have been warned.
It felt like an eternity but it was merely hours since the attack took place against my pack.
I was silent as I sat between my mate on his horse. Most of his men took other females for themselves, even if they were mated already. The males of my pack had their heads cut off and their young killed.
There was nothing I could do but watch in horror. The cries of men as they watched their children die before their eyes while their throats are slit open. The females left alone to also watch in terror, to see their whole lives ripped apart in a bloody murder. Their eyes glazed with grievances as I clutched onto Maia's newborn pup close to my chest. He mewls and whimpers because he knows he had lost someone dear to him already in this world.
Midas has tried to soothe my nerves by telling me to calm myself, he tries to calm my wolf. However, the only response he receives from me is a low growl of distaste for whom I'm stuck with forever. My wolf, on the other hand, enjoys the feeling of his body on us and his voice talking to us. I feel betrayed that my wolf would love a male such as he.
"Calm yourself Winter," his voice gentle despite my microaggressions. He speaks to me as if I am a child, it only fuels my hatred for him. But my opinions are dissipated when my thoughts are focused on the small babe.
He cries for milk and the warm embrace of his mother. I am only an imposter who warms his body from the cold, Midas would offer me warmth from the harsh winter cold. However, I deny him of any comfort because the cold doesn't bother me, at all.
"Must you be stubborn," I roll my eyes at him but I know he can't see me. I stay quiet, he wants me to talk and argue back. His attempts to talk to me or belittle me are ways to make me talk to him. I don't give him the pleasure of hearing my voice.
"Fine, if you want to stay quiet," he leans closer to my ear where I can feel his hot breath on my skin. My wolf purs at the sensation of our mates' breath on us. Even I become lost with the sensuality of his being, I quietly moan which earns me a chuckle, "I'll give you a reason to scream."
He bites down my ear wrapping his arm around my waist and presses my lithe body against his where I can feel something hard and thick poke my back. He stops all movements and turns to his men as they stop as well.
"Set up camp, we sleep here tonight. You four, patrol the perimeter. You three set my tent for me and my mate." He says the last part staring at me with his very intense gold eyes. I can feel my legs shake with nerves, I know what a male expects from me but I have never done this before, and I'm terrified.
The tent was set and it was bigger than the rest, I could already hear the cries of the women with the new males who only just killed their mates. They are savage in their assault, cries and agony scream from the female lungs to our moon. To help us in our newfound misery and escape our monsters, to escape the sinners of Lycans.
"Come, Winter," Midas calls for me, but I stood frozen in place as I look beyond the tents of the cries of the women from my pack. A single tear falls from my eyes as I am helpless to their pain. His presence then stands behind me as I ignore his request to enter inside with him.
"If you do not enter with me, I will kill the pup in your arms," my body stiffens when he threatens the newborn in my arms. With reluctance, I grimly walk inside the tent; it already has woods being burnt in a pile but it doesn't burn out tent down.
Damn.
"Put the pup down," He commands again but I do not move. I knew if I put the pup down he will do unspeakable things to me.
"Winter put the pup down, there is a cot made for him and milk from a female who gladly shared." My spine tingles from his choice of words.
I do see the cot and lay the pup inside tucking him in tightly. Tonight, many things have happened too fast too soon, lives were ripped apart, and my virtue will be one of them.
I stand before the fire basking in the warmth it has to offer, Midas's tall stature stands behind me with a raw power that feels like a hummingbird singing in my skin. His being vibrates my whole body as he stands close behind me, he lays his hands on my shoulders.
Fingers delve into the fabric of my dress that covers my body, a protective layer from eyes that shouldn't have the right to see. He slips the dress off of my shoulder and reveals the cold skin of my flesh before his eyes. He lays his hands on my bare skin and hisses; I stood still unsure of what to do when he made that sound.
"You're deathly cold," he mentions, I relax knowing what he means. My skin has always been cold, the packs' healer had no idea how that could be. I tried many ways to change my temperature but it is no use. So I have tolerated my cold skin for as long as I could remember.
"We need to change that," he whispers and begins to leave a trail of kisses along the ridge of my spine as he slowly takes the dress off of my body.
The dress then pools around my feet and I am vulnerable to his eyes. I can feel him look at every inch of my body, his lips then kiss at the fullness of my round bottom. He grips it harshly, his nails elongate to dig in deep into my flesh. And then he changes his tune, pushing my body against the floor where piles of furs lay beneath me so it forms a bed to sleep on. In this case, we are not going to be sleeping.
His eyes begin to glow brighter than before, his color of such intense gold frightens me as he hovers over my body. Growling his approval as he inhales my scent and sniffs around every inch of my body.
"Tonight, I'm going to take you and you will have no say in it," I widen my eyes by what he means and before I could even protest he slips his hand inside me and I struggle to hold my noise back. His hands felt callous and rough as they attack my womanhood.
I can hear noises forming as his fingers attack me, these new sensations that I am unsure of wreaks havoc on my body as I feel something building. The pressure forms at the pit of my stomach, my body clenches and my mind boggles in a cloud that forms from his ministrations.
Then he ends it, he stops his movement before I could reach something so high that I'm afraid I would have enjoyed it, from him. I open my eyes and see him take his pants off and shirt dragged away to somewhere else, he places his hands on either side of me and stares at me. I am weak against him, I couldn't stop him if I wanted to.
Midas aligns himself to my center that now soaks from secretions, I can smell myself in this tent, I'm everywhere and I can't help what my body does to me when he touched me there.
Without another waste to finish, he plunges his hard manhood inside me. I'm ripped apart from the inside as I scream from the agonizing pain. I clutch onto the furs around because I deny him from any touch from me. I turn my head defiantly because his eyes would stare at me as he continues to move. He doesn't allow me the chance to accommodate his size. His girth too much for me to handle as I clutch onto the furs.
I pray to the goddess to take my life at this moment, this doesn't feel at all pleasurable, this isn't for me, this is for him. He moves in and out of me painfully, I want to hit him and push him off of me but I have no choice, I am bound to him now.
His cock plunges deeper into me which causes discomfort to my body. I can feel the tears betray me and fall to the surface. I want to die inside but the goddess ignores my prayers and I am still here with this monster.
"Look at me," he grunts out but I ignore him, I do not want to give him the pleasure of taking my submission. His impatience get the best of him and he wraps his hand around my throat forcing me to look him in his eyes. His glowing golden irises brighten as he watches my own dark forest ones.
"You... are... mine..." he says each word as he enters fiercely inside, and then I feel him finish inside me as a warm liquid spills into my belly. My eyes widen as I realize he is trying to tie me to him permanently. He wants me to bare his heir so I have no way out of this.
When he finishes, he leaves me empty inside with pain writing itself into my body. He stands before watching me still, he looks towards my womanhood and grimaces. He walks towards a basin of water, wets a cloth and throws to my writhing body that shakes in pain.
"You are nothing but a monster and the goddess is right to have to discard your kind like trash," He growls low with eyes that blaze with anger.
I slowly stand up with shaking legs, I can feel a warm liquid seep out and drizzle down my legs. A mixture of blood and semen falls before my hands and I stare in horror of what he's done to my body. I feel like a monster who is turned ugly to the world. I feel like the world is also laughing at my misfortunes.
"Where is your goddess now!" He smacks me across the face causing my body to fall against the furs where I can feel my whole head vibrate, ringing in my ears drowns out the noise of the world.
I curl up into a ball, watching his body dress and walk out. He leaves me alone with zero acknowledgments of my pain. What did I expect from a thief, why would he comfort his own mate. I knew it, I was right to ignore his faux soothing words when we traveled, he's a fake and will only show kindness when it benefits him.
He hasn't marked me yet, I have hope that I can figure a way to leave with the newborn in my life. I realize I must protect the pup from him if it means that he focuses his rage on me and my body then so be it. I will not let him touch a single hair on Ejnar if I can help it.
As I lay still curled into myself from the pain that still clings to my body reminding me of the cruelty Midas brought to me. The cries of Ejnar brings me out into the reality of where I am, I realize he's hungry and I must feed him.
Against my bodies protest, I stand up to walk slowly towards the small infant. Taking the vase that is filled with enough milk to last three days from mothers who no longer have pups to feed.
"Come here little one," Bringing Ejnar close to my naked body, I realize something I hadn't noticed before. My body's temperature is warm, I was warm enough to soothe Ejnar tears and cold body. He is so frightened of things he cannot comprehend. I bring a bottle close to his lips and he suckles on as if drinking from a mother's breast.
"I promise to protect you from this world Ejnar, for now, you are my son," I vow my love and will to care for this lost pup. He and I are orphan children who have no idea where we come from, but I can change that for him. When the time comes, he will know his history and how brave his father was and how beautiful his mother was.
I rock the little pup against my naked glistened skin back and forth as we are soothed by the silence of the tent and the sounds of our breathing. I am enamored by the young pup lost within his eyes as he suckles on to fight for his life.
Even as we are encumbered by our peace, it is soon disrupted by the dark presence of my beastly mate. I ignore him as if I didn't hear him enter, I can feel his eyes on us but I do not care. I am completely oblivious to him while I place my sole focus on my baby.
"Bed Winter," he commands me again but I ignore him. I may be stuck with him for the time being but I can make his life a living hell as well.
"Winter, go to sleep now," he says with agitated sounds that he walks over to me with fast strides attempting to grip my arm but I yank myself out of his hold with a fire in my soul.
"Do not dare to touch me when I care for Ejnar needs. If you touch me or my son, I will go for your throat Midas."
I am not fucking around.
With my declaration, Midas doesn't push me further. Leaving me be with my son, he discards his clothing and lays down on the fur removing only a few stained ones that are marked of my bloody virtue. He turns his back to me and I am left to the company of my pup, my only focus, and my newfound joy. Midas turns his body to lay on his back and covers his eyes with his arms.
"Do not think that I forgot to mark you, we will become one in front of my pack. It will happen and I will not tell you when."
With that information, I realize I must make my escape soon, very soon.
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