Chapter 18
I paced back and forth in my room, the sound of my footsteps echoing off the white walls. My heart was racing, my mind a storm of fury and betrayal. The mate bond felt like a constant, aching itch that I couldn’t scratch, and it drove me to the edge. How could he? How could Alpha Jeremiah be so cruel as to disrespect the mate bond like that? He had dragged me here, forced me into this hell, and now, he was flaunting his betrayal in front of me.
I kicked a chair with all my strength. It flew across the room and smashed into the wall, splintering into pieces. The rage inside me was so intense, I felt like I might explode. I couldn’t believe I had to endure this. As I stood there, breathing heavily, trying to calm down, a knock on the door broke my focus.
I snapped my head towards the door, my eyes narrowing in anger. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. Losing control wasn’t going to help me. I needed to keep it together, even if it felt impossible. “Come in,” I growled.
The door opened to reveal a young woman dressed in a plain white dress. She looked nervous, and I could see her trembling slightly. “Dinner is ready,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “The Alpha is waiting in the dining hall.”
Just hearing his name made my heart race and a low growl escaped my lips before I could stop it. The woman’s eyes widened in fear, and she quickly turned on her heel and fled from the room. I wanted to chase after her, to yell at her for running, but I didn’t have the energy. I was too consumed by my anger and despair.
I glanced at myself in the mirror. My hair was disheveled, and my eyes were red from crying, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even bother to freshen up. I stormed out of my room, determined to face Jeremiah, though I wasn’t entirely sure what I planned to do.
The walk to the dining hall felt like a blur. I wasn’t myself; I felt like a different force was driving me forward, a force fueled by rage and desperation. When I reached the dining hall, my anger flared even more. The room was bathed in the same cold, unfeeling white that seemed to pervade this place.
Alpha Jeremiah sat at the head of the long table. The five men and two women around him were dressed in similar white attire, and their faces were a mix of curiosity and tension. One of the women was the redhead I had seen earlier. She was sitting close to Jeremiah, her hand resting on his arm, laughing at something he said.
As I approached, a guard gestured for me to sit next to Jeremiah, directly opposite the redhead. My heart pounded in my chest, the mate bond and my fury clashing inside me. I sat down, my hands trembling as I tried to control my emotions.
A bowl of chicken soup was placed in front of me, but I couldn’t bring myself to eat. The redhead was smiling and chatting animatedly, while Jeremiah discussed various political matters with his men. “We need to increase patrols along the northern border,” one of the men said. “The recent skirmishes have shown that our current numbers are insufficient.”
“Yes, and we need to address the issue with the rogue packs,” another added. “They’ve become more aggressive lately. It’s causing unrest among our allies.”
Jeremiah nodded. “Agreed. We can’t afford to lose control of the situation. I want a full report by the end of the week, and I expect recommendations for increased security measures.”
I barely heard the conversation. My focus was entirely on Jeremiah and the redhead. I could feel my anger building, the rage simmering beneath the surface. It was as if I was a pressure cooker about to explode.
Suddenly, without even realizing what I was doing, I grabbed the fork from my place setting. The next moment, it was in my hand, and I lunged across the table. I thrust the fork towards Jeremiah’s chest. The metal pierced his skin, and he grunted in surprise as the sharp points dug into his flesh.
Jeremiah’s eyes widened in shock. He tried to grab my wrist, but I was too quick. My nails elongated, and I raked them down his chest, causing him to growl in pain. He managed to catch my wrist before I could reach his neck. The room erupted into chaos as the guards rushed towards us, but Jeremiah raised his hand, stopping them.
“Leave us!” he roared, his voice filled with authority and fury. The guards hesitated for a moment, then backed away, their faces masks of confusion and concern.
With the room empty, Jeremiah’s face turned dark with anger. He pushed me back, throwing me onto the table. My breath hitched as he loomed over me, his presence overpowering. He growled, demanding me to submit. My wolf, despite my rage, felt the weight of his dominance and began to cower.
When he squeezed my neck tightly, I felt a sudden urge to submit, and I did. My body went limp as I looked up at him, his breath warm against my face. I was terrified and humiliated, and every part of me wanted to escape, but I couldn’t move.
In a moment of defiance, I spat in his face. “You disgust me,” I said, my voice hoarse and filled with venom.
Jeremiah’s eyes turned black with rage. He wiped the spit from his face, his expression dark and menacing. Without a word, he ripped my panties apart, his actions brutal and aggressive. I panicked, wriggling beneath him, trying to get away.
“What are you doing?” I cried out, my voice trembling. “Stop! Please, stop!”
It was as if he couldn’t hear me. His actions were swift and ruthless. I froze, paralyzed with fear and confusion. This was happening, and I felt completely powerless. I had no idea what was going to happen next, and the terror of the unknown gripped me tightly.
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