Marielle's POV 

After crying my eyes out in the restroom, I moved to the locker room to change away from the suffocating cheerleading uniform. I had joined the squad because of Rylan—because I loved him so much that I wanted to be rooting for him as he played. But not anymore. I'm dropping out with immediate effect. I can't stand seeing him on the ice and Mirena in the squad.

My hands fondled with the button, I slide the shirt off me and threw it on the floor. My eyes couldn't help but drift towards the full length mirror in the room and Rylan's word echoed again: Fatty. Tight little cunt.

Oh Moon… I forced back back another set of tears threatening to spill.

I tried to resist that voice echoing in my head that I'm ugly and no man in his right senses will choose me like they've said, but I couldn't. My hands drifted lower and grabbed the folds in my stomach, swell of my breasts and thick arms.

Fuck… I quickly turned away from the mirror because if I stayed there a little longer.. I might break down completely.

I pulled my skirt and was about retrieving my clothes from the locker, when I felt large hands grabbing my breasts. 

I stiffened. “Oh—”

A hand pressed hard against my lips to muffle the sound threatening to spill out. 

“Hey, fatty,” he purred, his breath warm against my ears. “Chill out.“

Rylan?!

What the actual fuck?….

Summoning all my strength and coupled with the anger inside me, I shoved his hands away from me. I stepped back away from him, quickly grabbed the shirt and placed it over my breasts.

“What the hell are you doing?“ I growled, backing the cool metal locker—it bite into my skin.. but it doesn't matter. I just wanted this asshole far away from me. “Did you miss your way or something?“

Rylan's lips was curled into a devilish smirk, his dark hungry eyes were fixed on my exposed thighs. This is the same way he had always looked at me—like I'm nothing but his prey, but the foolish me had thought it was love. 

“Relax, Elle.“ 

His voice was disgustingly sweet—that nickname used to make my heart skip a beat before but not anymore. I can't even smell him anymore either.

“Relax? You humiliated and rejected me out there.. and now you want me to relax. Get out this minute,” I thundered, gesturing towards the door.

Rylan rolled his eyes. “Fine, I'll leave.“ He extended his phone. “I just wanted to show you something.“

My brows furrowed in confusion, but I took it anyway. “So why are you giving me this?“ I resisted the urge not to throw the device against the wall.

“Play the video.“ He folded his arms and scoffed. “Lets see if you can still run your mouth like that.“

My chest pounded as I clicked on the screen. The content of the video feels like a bucket of cold water has been drenched on my face.

In the video, I was lying on the bed, naked with my thighs spread apart and I was shoving my fingers into my pussy while moaning his name until I cum all over my fingers and even tasted myself. 

How did he get this…. My mind trailed off when the memories hits me like a sledgehammer. 

I had sent him this video by myself a month ago when he was away from the college on pack duties. He had complained about how he missed me and had requested for the video to use it to keep himself company. And of course, my foolish self had sent it without a second thought.

My hands trembled and the device fell of, hitting the floor with a loud thud. I was sweating in the fully air conditioned.

Rylan let out a cold laugh as if he was enjoying every bit of my devastation. “Oh, Elle…” he sneered. “How are you suddenly quiet now?“

I blinked severally and swallowed hard in a futile attempt to calm the storm inside me. “What—should I do—with this video?“ I stammered.

He stepped closer and snatched the shirt on my chest and I remained in only bra and panties. “The thing is that your sister can't measure up to you in bed… so I still want to have a taste of you whenever I want. I can't get over that addictive Omega scent that easily.“

So.. Mirena and Rylan have been fucking themselves before now and I never realised it. 

Yeah.. I have a highly seductive and addictive smell of pine and jasmine—enough to make even the strongest of Alpha go feral, especially the night of the full moon when I'm in heat.

Rylan's fingers trailed down my cleavage. “Your cunt would be mine. Forever.“ 

A mix of rage and irritation swirled inside me and I didn't realise when my hands connected to his face in a sharp and resounding slap. “Get lost.“

Rylan's clenched his fists and snapped his beastly eyes at me. His fangs elongated and pressed down on his lower lips. His Alpha aura almost made my knees buckled.

For a moment, I feared he might shift and rip me apart, but he didn't. Instead, he stepped back and picked the phone.

“One button, Marielle,” he whispered, holding the device up—the screen was already shattered but the video was still playing and my moans still echoed through. “And the entire hockey team—hell, the entire school—will see what you look like while fucking yourself and moaning my name like a slut that you are.”

My stomach dropped. “No…no,” I muttered, tears streamed down. I lunge at him to take the phone but he stepped back and I stumbled to the floor. I gasped from the pain that burst through my knees; it was already bruised.

Rylan crouched lower. “Stop being pathetic, fatty,” he spat, every words laced with disdain. If he hated me so much… shouldn't he feel disgusted to fuck me too? “You should be happy I even still found you worthy, because of course… no man would ever want to be with someone like you ever again—someone that has been used and dumped by someone like me.“

Helplessly, I stared at him. Yeah.. he was right. I was already at a disadvantage because of my weight and now that he humiliated me like that… it's really game over for me.

“So here’s the deal,” he continued. “You’re mine whenever I want you. No questions, no excuses. My dirty little secret. Or your nudes become the college’s new favorite screensaver.”

“Do you understand?“ He growled, his hand slipped into my bra and he pinched down on my nipples. 

I gasped from the silly shivers his touch still send down my spine. 

“Do you understand?“ He twisted harder, then pressed his thumb on it as if to soothe the pain—just the way he used to do it when we were still together.

“Yes,” I cried out, nodding. 

“Good.“ He stood up. “I'll send for you anytime I need you and you delay by a minute… boom, your video go live.“

Then he turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. 

I sat on the cold marble floor, pressing a trembling palm to my face. The echo of his threats burned in my skull, louder than the laughter from the rink.

His dirty little secret.

But beneath my pain, my helplessness… something else burned. I won't let him chain me to his side—no… not without a fight. 

It can be anyone else but definitely not Rylan Ward. I refused to be his whore.