Mated To The Pack’s Doom

Arielle

It felt very distant, but I could feel it. Multiple hands grabbing at my body, trying to defile me. I was in a very dark place; I couldn't see anything even if I tried very hard. But I felt them.

I screamed as my zip came undone at my back. Alarm flashed inside my head, and I screamed at my body to move, but no response came.

What did Beatrice put in that potion?

"Wake up! Wake up!" I screamed and screamed but I was the only one that heard it. My left eye eventually cracked open, and I saw the lewd expressions on their faces.

One of them even had his willy out and it was disgusting. I always feared the day I would be sexually abused at the manor, but to think it would come after I planned to run away... disheartening.

Just when it was all over for me, I saw him. Damien.

It was a blur, I barely remembered it. But he was there.

I knew he had me in his arms, his face drew closer to mine and his touch was gentle—

I felt relief seeing him there. All three men were gone in seconds, and he lifted me into his arms. His face came closer to mine and I thought he would kiss me—

"Are you okay?" His growled in a completely different tone and I jolted awake in shock.

Thankfully, it must have been in my head because Damien was not in front of me.

But the relief I felt disappeared as I took in my surrounding. I was in a luxurious room. And as I turned, my eyes fell on the very person I just dreamed of. Damien.

Damien's eyes never left mine as he stared across the room. He was bare-chested with a towel in his hands.

The memories slowly flashed in my head, and I recognized what was going on… He really saved me…

It wasn't a dream…

My eyes slowly returned to him and I watched as his large shoulder muscles bulged as he wiped his arm with the towel. He had his back towards me and I could see how chiseled his back was…

This was truly his chamber…

"Are you okay?" He suddenly directed his attention to me. His eyes were an intense green against the bright overhead lights that burned down my skin.

I closed my eyes and shook my head. "How—How long have I been sleeping?" I stuttered. My head felt a little woozy from the drug effects.

Damien took his time before he replied. "You have been asleep for twelve hours." He wiped his neck and stared at me. His eyes scanned my body, it was as if he was seeing past the covers and the dress.

"Beatrice's potion was too strong, You are lucky you can even talk like that." Every time, he avoided looking at my face and stared at my body instead.

"The effects shouldn't have been that strong—" Damien rambled on but my brain sort of tuned him out.

I noticed how long his eyelashes were when he looked down at his feet. His brows were very full, most ladies would kill to have half of that… His arms…

Oh goddess…

I quickly snapped out of my crazed thoughts. I threw my hair behind my ears and clutched the covers tightly as I tried to focus on what he was saying.

"—You have to rest before we can do anything else. Don't walk around the building…"

Once again, I got lost in my head. What exactly did he want from me?

"Arielle, look at me," Damien suddenly cut through my thoughts.

My eyes turned in his direction and he was very close to me. My heart leaped. I stiffened my breath as he studied me. He drew away and cocked his head.

"Are you in pain? Are you in shock?" He asked, his face twisted with worry that I couldn't understand.

"Why did you save me?" I blurted out instead.

Damien froze.

Something sparked in his eyes, a glow that showed his inner wolf. He looked away and his face turned into a frown. He was suddenly different from the man I woke up to.

"That's a stupid question, Arielle." He hissed. "We are connected, have you forgotten?" He sneered at me.

There was this hatred plastered on his face as if I was the most disgusting thing he had seen in his life— And somehow, this broke my heart more than I could admit.

"I suffer more when I'm close to you, the experiments were proof of that," he growled.

"No, you don't." I countered before I could stop myself. I could have been smart and given up, but I couldn't help it. "What about the time when you whipped me? Didn't you feel the pain then?" I demanded.

"That was a long time ago. The circumstances were different, don't bring up the past here."

I didn't even know what I was trying to achieve but I couldn't.

"Then why didn't you tell Beatrice to stop when she was doing her experiments on me? You never complained once as you subjected yourself to pain."

Damien glared at me; "You think I have time to listen to your silly questions? You think we are friends now because I saved you?" He frowned.

"No, that's not what I meant. It isn't like that," I mumbled, unsure of my own words.

He pointed his finger at me.

"Don't go building castles in the sand, Arielle. I already told you; I don't like pain! But unfortunately, I must deal with that because the goddess thought it would be wise to mate me with you!" He growled at me.

"I just wanted—" I tried to explain once more but his eyes flashed red as his finger move to the door.

"Leave my room. You are already strong enough to ask questions, you ungrateful wench! You should be able to take care of yourself now!"

"But—I'm sorry—"

His muscles bulged as if he wanted to explode.

"Leave, Arielle. I have an important business. I can't waste any time on a peasant like you!"