The Luna's Revenge

One

ELENA

My heart raced with terror as I felt the grip of his hand around my wrists. With one fast slide, he had me pinned to the wall with both of my hands above my head.

"Please, Emmet..." I pleaded as I felt his gaze.

"Please?" He asked, his breath against my face and the warmth of his body threatening to burn me completely. "There's nothing to beg for..." He whispered and I turned my face away as his bare chest came in contact with mine and his nose brushes my cheek as he breathed mischief over me. "I won't devour you yet... Like always, I'll pardon you for your mistakes... after all, I'm your keeper, aren't I?"

I remained silent, too scared to respond. "Look at me." He called but I dared not to. Since the moment he had me held up against this wall, I had my eyes closed, daring not to look into his hypnotizing eyes. "Look at me, Elena." He ordered again, this time his voice lower but more deadly. Yet I didn't look up, I couldn't. Not until I heard his soft chuckle.

"I thought as much!" He said before backing away from me. By the time I opened my eyes, his footsteps were the only thing left of him to hear.

They say your mate is supposed to be your best half. One whose soul is linked to yours by a strong mate-bond. And that makes you one whole in two bodies.

But with Emmet, I wondered if this was really true. He barely looked at me, or kissed me, or tucked my hair behind my ear. And when he held my hand, it felt like a touch full of hidden contempt.

I thought this would change when we finally got married. But I was wrong.

I belong in the pack known as Wolf-Hills and I grew up in the packhouse as an orphan but I was never treated like one mainly because the alpha, Alpha Otto Vinson had been a close friend of my late father and therefore loved me a lot while I always admired his son Emmet right from time.

And one day he said. "You are going to be my son's wife. I want him to have a strong beautiful woman like you by his side when he becomes the alpha."

I was overjoyed, wearing smiles all over my face but when I looked at Emmet, he seemed nonchalant and didn't really care. But I hoped that when we finally got married maybe he would love me and look at me differently.

Emmet was tall and handsome with broad shoulders and a perfect masculine athletic body he acquired from always working out and training hard. With deep green eyes that were fixed perfectly under his thick brow ridges, he gave a deep stare that would make you hypnotized at once.

His thick brown hair often had the front edges neatly falling over his face to give him a mysterious seductive appearance. He caught me staring at him many times and in one of those days, he was training as usual in the morning under the watching eyes of other pack mates. And that day he didn't appear so pleased with our sudden eye contact.

His naked and sweaty chest had been pounding as he took deep heaves while resting. Then suddenly, he looked up and locked eyes with me.

I was nervous and thought I should look away to hide my flushing cheeks but then, he raised his hand and pointed his index finger at me, he then moved the tip towards himself and back to me then back at himself again, beckoning on me to come forward.

I moved obediently and walked through the waist high fence to face him.

"I hope you've been consistent with your morning training as well."

No I wasn't. "Umm..."

"Cause I want you to be my match today, little shrimp." He said with his deep husky attractive voice. I had become used to the nickname only he addressed me by. I never bothered to ask him why he called me that since I already knew he hated eating shrimps in his meal.

I heard excited murmurs from the onlookers and I accepted the challenge by taking my stance.

Emmet moved once and I felt his hand hook mine. In my attempt to block, I felt his feet against my calf and I got caught off balance.

I let out a sharp yelp as I felt myself nearing the sandy ground.

Just as I was about to crash, he reached for me and pulled me back up. In no time, I was crashing back against his chest while his hand gripped my arm tight behind my waist.

"How pathetic." Was all he said before he let go of me.

He chose that very moment to humiliate me in the guise of training and I just walked passed the crowd pretending I was just fine with it because he's my mate. But aside of myself being embarrassed, he was too. He was disappointed that I had displayed my weakness in public yet again. I wasn't sure if I could be the mate he wanted. I didn't know what he wanted. All I could do was beg for his forgiveness again but instead of hearing me out, I ended up on his wall that night.

Our mating ceremony finally came and he kept a straight face through out. I felt my heart beating fast as we walked down the aisle together with our fingers interlocked. Finally! I was marrying the man of my dreams. I never for once feared that I was about to be tied down by this man. I didn't fear that I was about to sell myself into a life of mate bondage and emotional darkness. All I thought was that our marriage would bring a change.

At least, if he didn't have regard for me before now that I was his wife, he would.

After everything was over, I retired to my chambers to be met by my new maids waiting for me.

"We're going to get you ready now." Gotha who was many years older than me and the chief maid assigned to me said and I let them bath me in a scented bath water and had my body softened with a sweet smelling oil.

I stepped into Emmet's chambers in a flowing white dress my heart beating fast. The room was dark and spacious with an eeriness that sent a strange sense of urgency through me.

Was he going to want me? He wasn't even here.

I sighed and turned around only to hear a sharp voice.

"What kept you so long?"

I peered into the direction of his voice and I saw him emerging from the darkness.

"I ..."

"Save it." He commanded on reaching me. He reached for the bedside lamp and turned it on so that a faint light made the both of us clearly visible to each other.

I stood like a slave would at the presence of his master feeling his eyes travelling all over my body.

"Take your dress off." He ordered and I felt a chill down my spine. Was he ...

"I won't repeat it." He said in a quieter but more commanding tone.

I slowly reached for the strap holding my dress to my shoulder and pulled it down my arm. I did the same for the second strap and slowly, the silk dress fell down my body to hang loosely on top my hips.

I saw his eyes travelling around my breasts, then up my shoulders before traveling back down my stomach. He reached for the dress sitting on my hips and pulled it off and at once, I was standing naked in front of him.

He resumed his assessment of my body, his eyes strict and condescending at the same time.

As he began to orbit me, my heart continued to beat fast against my ribcage. He stood behind me for a while and I felt his body on mine before he walked back to face me again.

"Turn around." He ordered and I did so facing the extra large bed.

He gently sweeps my hair off my back, allowing it to hang down one of my shoulders.

My body tenses when I feel his grip on the back of my neck.

"Now you're gonna be a quiet little shrimp and do as I say. You don't cry until when I want you to. Is that clear?"

Before I could finish nodding, I found myself chest flat on the bed with a single push and felt his crushing weight on me after. I quickly supported myself with both of my hands and feel his finger trailing down my naked back. He kept going till I felt its slowly slide into me and I closed my eyes tight feeling his soft breathing over my ear. He started out slowly but when he stopped, he pulled his finger out of me only to replaced it with the thickness of his self and I pressed my face against the bed to soak up the tears.

As he continued to pump into me with fast thrusts I bit my lips tightly to avoid crying out. He was purposefully far from gentle because he needed me to scream or cry against his warming just so he could go harder.

When he was done, he rose from me but I still remained glued to the bed unable to get up. He lowers himself on me again and this time around, his lips are on my ear.

"You weren't as bad as I thought, little shrimp. Considering it's your first time." He caressed my hair roughly. "You took me in like a good girl."

He was pleased with me? At last? But before I could keep my hope up, his voice goes loud.

"But what you must know is that ... I Emmet Domean can not be be tied down by mate bond. You're mine and mine alone and you belong to my bed ... Only! That's the only use you're ever gonna be to me."