Amelia's POV

Mature Content Ahead

“Who gave you the right to utter those damned words?”

Silas’s voice was thunder, crashing through the suffocating silence. His towering figure blocked the only exit, his presence as menacing as the storm in his eyes. “Did you forget your debt to me, Amelia? You ruined my life. You destroyed everything. And now you dare to ask for a divorce?”

Tears pooled in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

“What am I supposed to do, Alpha?” I asked, barely holding back the tremor in my voice. “You despise my existence. You flaunt another woman in front of me. You’ve made me the villain in a story I never wrote. I’ve given everything to this marriage, to this pack, and still, I’m nothing. I can’t survive this pain anymore.”

He took a slow step toward me, and I instinctively backed up until the cold wall kissed my spine. His hand gripped my wrist, his touch burning and searing into my skin like a brand.

“You don’t get to leave me,” he hissed. “You are mine. Mine to keep. Mine to break. Mine to ruin.”

Before I could react, his lips crashed down on mine.

The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was war. A storm. It was his rage clashing with my pain, his possession drowning out my defiance. He didn’t kiss me like a man in love; he kissed me like a man on the edge of madness.

I tried to push him away, my fists pounding weakly against his chest, but Silas was immovable, his hand finding the back of my neck, holding me captive as his tongue invaded my mouth, claiming, devouring and silencing me.

His other hand slid along my waist, fingers digging into my hips as if reminding me I belonged to him.

"Say you're not leaving," he growled against my lips, his voice hoarse. "Say it."

I couldn’t. Not because I didn’t want to because I couldn’t breathe. My emotions were spinning, tangled in the intoxicating force of his touch, his scent and his voice. My body responded before my brain could scream at it to stop.

He tore his lips from mine and looked at me with raw hunger in his eyes, his gaze flickering gold.

“We’re mates, Amelia,” he said, as though it justified everything. “You don’t get to walk away.”

And then he kissed me again, harder, deeper, his hands roaming over my body with desperate greed. I hated him. I loved him. I was breaking beneath him, yet craving the touch I had yearned for all these years.

Damn, this mate pull!

We were mates. We were like hungry animals right now. Whatever was happening between us, it was not in our control. It was pure raw animal instinct.

We stumbled toward the bed, a mess of emotions and limbs. His hand found the zipper of my dress and pulled it down in one swift motion, baring my skin to the cold air and his heated gaze.

"Silas..." I whispered, unsure if I was pleading for him to stop or begging for more.

He kissed me deeply, hungrily, as if he were trying to consume every breath I took. His left hand found its way to my breast, squeezing it possessively. I gasped, my body tensing at the unexpected touch, but Silas only smirked.

He plunged his tongue into my mouth, silencing any protests before I could utter them. He was manipulating me with his kisses. He did not wish for me to use my brain right now; he wanted to silence me, my thoughts and my decision to leave him.

I clumsily pushed against his chest, trying to break free, but my strength was nothing compared to his. He pinched my nipple, rolling it between his fingers, making my body tremble beneath him.

A wicked smirk played on his lips as he pulled away from our heated kiss, shifting his focus to my chest. His mouth closed over one breast, sucking and teasing with his tongue, while his other hand expertly flicked and pinched the neglected bud.

"Ah!"

My cry rang out when he bit down just hard enough to snap my focus back to him. Before I could say anything, he tore away my clothes in one swift motion. His fingers moved in slow circles over my clit, sending shivers down my spine. I squirmed helplessly against the bed as my body instinctively sought more.

Seeing me fall apart beneath him only fueled his hunger. Without hesitation, he lowered his head between my legs, his warm breath fanning over my sensitive skin before his tongue flicked out, delivering a long, teasing lick over my clit.

"Ah—!"

I sucked in a sharp breath, my body quaking at the sudden stimulation. He latched onto my clit, lapping at it with relentless hunger while his fingers found their way to my entrance.

One finger.

My entire body jolted, my mind going blank as a surge of pleasure overtook me. Any thought of resistance crumbled as I gasped, my lips parting in a silent cry. It was too much. It wasn't enough. I didn't know what I wanted, only that I needed more.

"Ah! Ah! Alpha!"

I barely recognised my own voice, breathless and needy.

Then—two fingers.

Silas thrust them inside me, curling them just right, coaxing a moan from deep within my chest. My back arched off the bed, my hands desperately clutching at the sheets as he drove me higher and pushed me closer to the edge of oblivion.

"Alpha! Silas! More…" I gasped, my body arching as I reeled on the edge of release. I was so close….

Silas chuckled against me. "Do you want another finger?" he murmured.

"Yes! Yes!" I barely recognised the shameless woman I had become.

Grinning like the cruel wolf he was, he whispered, "Trust me, it's not another finger you wanted." I heard his belt unbuckle and clothes shed, revealing him in his full, naked glory. Scars adorned his body, taut muscles flexed, and dear lord, his massive, glorious cock.

There's no way it'll fit inside me. I was too damn thin and small.

I almost scrambled backwards in fear, but Silas caught my ankle, yanking me back. In an instant, he flipped me onto the bed, pinning me against the mattress. He seized both wrists, clasping them over my head.

"It's too big…" I yelped in fear.

"Don't worry, it will fit your pussy perfectly," he muttered, looking at me like I was a delicious meal he was waiting to devour.

Then, he positioned himself at my entrance and drove forward, but the mouth of my pussy was too narrow, and it slipped back. He tried again, and it slipped away again. I looked at him, expecting frustration, but he was suddenly patient.

This time, he wet his hardness with my juices and rubbed it against my clit, slowly pushing. When there was a little grip, he put his arm near my mouth. As he pushed inside, I screamed and bit his arm.

"Oh my god," I screamed as he moved slowly inside me. I was feeling too much. His hand grabbed my neck, and his mouth latched onto my breasts as he pushed his cock inside me. My mind was in a frenzy. What was happening? I had no idea… I don't know… It was all too much.

"Don't tighten your pussy. Relax. I will shoot inside you just now if you don't stop doing it," he said in a ragged tone.

I had no idea what I was doing. I was too naive and dumb for it.

"Dammit!" He gritted his teeth. His thrusts increased all of a sudden, and I swore to the moon goddess I was seeing stars.

"Silas!"

"Silas!"

I was screaming his name in a frenzy, and then all of a sudden, we collapsed together. He collapsed on me, our bodies touching. His heat mingled with mine. I looked into his dark eyes for the very first time. He had hues of gold in his dark eyes.

Then, I felt something wet slipping down my pussy and trickling to my thighs. I pulled his cock out of me and saw his cum dripping down my thighs.

He groaned. "Woman, you are seducing me."

I must have looked confused with my furrowed gaze. I looked in the mirror. My red curls were flying in the air. My skin was flushed. My blue eyes… they looked almost purple, as if glowing… I could not recognise the sex-starved woman in the mirror. For the moment, I forgot that I was divorcing this man.

As if knowing where my thoughts were going, he flipped me again, this time with my ass in the air as he entered me from behind. It stung a bit, but then the raw passion drove me insane, and he spanked me in between.

"Ah!"

"Say my name!" he spanked me again as I was coming against his cock again.

"Alpha!"

"Name!" he spanked me harder as I moaned in pleasure and disobeyed him just to be spanked again.

"Say it!" He said.

"Silas," I said as he pulled his cock just to thrust harder, and he came, hearing me calling his name.

For the next seven days, in that private residence, Silas punished me in ways I could not remember for mentioning the divorce. I had no idea how many times I had been fucked. But all I know is that he turned me into a sex-crazed nymph. There was no part of my body he had not licked or entered. He treated me like I always wished to be treated.

But when this punishment is over?

What is our future?

Would he return to Elizabeth?

How can I forget that he had impregnated his ex-girlfriend?