The Luna He Hates

Authorofdragons Fantasy

“Where have you been, bloody w***e?”
Alpha Roan, my fated mate backs me to the wall like he has no time to even be here, his fingers work at the hook of my gown and my breasts spring free to him, still tender from his last visit, still bruised from the heat of his mouth.
Just like every other day, he forces his gaze low on them because he knows it burns my skin with shame. The leather belt hisses as it slips free from his waist. Roan is here to claim me like every other day but I don’t ever mistake it for want or desire. On what cursed planet would he ever crave the woman who ruthlessly stabbed his own mother?
“Part your legs now.” He commands with his breath and I obey, scanning for where he wants me since I’m not near the bed. Like a panther dragging prey, he hurls me onto the vanity table and raises my dress.
I know the rules.
I am never to look at Roan.
I must never moan or make whimpering sounds of pleasure.
I am not to touch or grasp him during intimacy. Yet, his calloused fingers dig bruises into my thighs as he hooks my legs and presses me against the wall.
“Look at me!” He growls but that’s not part of the rules. I am never to look at him!
I open my eyes for I know better than to disobey the man who broke my brother’s bones in front of me. Disobedience means broken bones and my mate just happens to be the most powerful Dusthound Alpha in a century.
“Look at me and moan as I claim you!” He rasps and like pure butter, no finesse…just hunger. Roan slots between my thighs to find me where it aches.
“Ahh…” I gasp in a tiny whisper at the first breach of his thrust. It is a traitorous sound because I know this mate hates me to the core of his belly. He is only doing this because it is the only way to save his mother.
The last solution lies in a bone marrow transplant. But Roan is too powerful and too much of a pure-blooded Dusthound for his marrow to be compatible. The doctors say the only chance now is to create a child. A baby. One born of his blood and mine. A perfect mix to save the woman I’m accused of killing.
So, I am to lie with him when he commands. To be claimed. To be bent. To be touched by the mate who hates me. Two years ago, I stabbed his mother yet I don’t remember doing it.
He sees me as a w***e today and believes I spent the past two years selling myself to Alphas for protection when I was being hunted by him. He doesn’t see a person when he looks at me. Only a vessel. Only a means to an end.
He has promised that when I give him his child...he will kill me and make my best friend, Luna.

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