Chapter 16

**This Chapter contains strong scenes of Rape, and abuse. Please read at your own risk. ***

Dylan POV.

Fear!

The only thing coursing through my veins was pure, unadulterated fear. My breathing had all but stopped as I looked at the huge wolf in front of me. It's paws intimidatingly edging forward with each step he took. I couldn't even run I was so struck by fear.

I hated this whole situation! I was weak and vulnerable, I wasn't supposed to be like this. My dad died so I could be strong, he died so I could live to protect Freddie and my mom, but here I was miles away from them in a palace with the king himself stalking towards me.

I took a panicked step backwards which caused him to growl again, by this point I knew he was going to get me, I had absolutely no chance of escaping not that I wasn't still going to try.

I spun on my heels once more and began to sprint as best I could with a heavy ripped dress on. I didn't even make it 4 steps when the alpha king pounced on my back sending me crashing to the floor.  The wolf's front paws were roughly pressing into my shoulder blades and his long claws were inches away from piercing my skin.

Another echoing growl sounded through the gardens, and there was absolutely no one else in sight, making me think the king had ordered them away. A painful little grunt left my mouth when the wolf scraped his sharp claws diagonally across and down the entire length of my back, they went deep as they tore through my skin, blood almost immediately began pouring out of the wound.

"Please... I..." I was initially going to apologize, but then I realized I had absolutely no reason to. I wasn't in the wrong, I did want him off of me though.

The second I tried to speak a large dark brown paw pressed onto my head, forcing it to stay pinned on the floor, his claws ever so slightly punctured my cheek before his large tongue licked over the wound on my back. A disgusted sound left my mouth, at the feeling of his rough touch.

I gasped loudly when I felt his body jolt on top of mine, cracks and pops sounded through the gardens as the wolf transformed back into the man who took me away from my life.

"NEVER, Run from me again, MATE!" He was pissed, by this point I was shaking uncontrollably as he kept me pinned to the ground. Both of his knees where either side of my form and he was straddling my back. Without any effort whatsoever, he grabbed my left shoulder roughly, probably bruising it in the process, and turned me so he was now sitting over my stomach. The scratch on my back painfully pressed into the grass underneath me and my hands came up to try and push him off.

"Get off of me!" I yelled, my physicality and tone of voice screamed desperation as I attempted to remove the naked man from on top of me. I punched his chest as hard as I could which caused a grunt to leave his mouth, unfortunately it also forced my fist to snap out of place. A small cry left me as I realized I'd just dislocated my knuckle punching him.

"STOP!" He growled, roughly grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head, causing my body to be completely open, if it wasn't for the dress I'd be totally exposed. "You are MINE!" I wiggled and kicked, panic was taking over my entire form the more he yelled.

"I'm NOT YOURS!" My voice cracked slightly as my annoyed yell turned into one of desperation. My eyes started to brim as terror swept through me. It didn't exactly go down well with the king though, as an extremely loud growl shook through the bushes surrounding us causing me to whimper in fright, my eyes shut tight and my head shook rapidly.

He let go of my wrists before grabbing the top of my already ripped dress and attempting to forcibly pull it off me. I tried to stop him but the fabric slipped off my arms easily from the force he used, leaving my breasts now completely vulnerable. I wiggled and kicked as hysteria began to build within me. It was absolutely pointless though. With one final growl he tore the fabric completely off my body and threw it to the ground, he grabbed my wrists again, pinning them above my head with one hand while his other hand began groping my naked breasts roughly.

"You just need to be taught!" He spoke eerily as his hand left my tit and slowly slid down my torso towards my core. This caused my legs to kick out in aggression, not that it did any good, he was completely sat on my pelvis limiting my movements drastically. "You need to learn that you belong to me." With one very painful tug my panties were torn from my body and a loud shout left my mouth.

I was forced to lie there, completely naked while he sat on me, my arms were unable to move, my legs were kicking out but had no affect on his advances, my eyes were stinging as I tried to keep my tears from falling and my scratched back and punctured side radiated pain. I was completely vulnerable and weak.

"Argh!" I cried as a finger was roughly inserted into my sex, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. It scared me so much, but realization crashed over me like a shit ton of bricks. He was right, I was his to do with as he pleased. "Don't..." my voice came out as a whisper, when his finger left my core.

"Shhh, I promise my queen, you'll enjoy this as much as I will." He was sporting a raging boner that caused more terror to shoot through me. He was fucking big, and I know for a fact that shit is going to hurt like hell if I don't get away.

He stroked his length a few times, while still holding my wrists down, to get himself ready for his onslaught. I then felt him lining himself up to my entrance. My head shook as I squirmed more ferociously, that made it worse, using his free hand he grabbed hold of my face and aggressively forced me to look at him. Before I had time to do anything he shoved his entire length into my dry center causing a torture filled shriek to fill the air.

"Fuck, your tight!" He exclaimed as he began to pound my already abused hole. In and out, roughly and deeply he rocked moaning and groaning In pleasure. At some point his lips found my nipples and he began alternating between sucking each one. "I'm already close!" I suddenly felt his dick leave me completely and a sigh of relief washed over my sweaty form. The pain coming from my abused organ was almost unbearable.

Before I knew it my body was being flipped around. He quickly knelt on my calf's and slammed my face to the floor with his hand. My already bleeding cheek was now embedded into the dirt below and I finally allowed my tears to fall. Once again, he slammed into me without warning, my face scraped more and more as a stinging pain took over my skin. His free hand slapped down onto my naked ass again and again, causing whimpers and cry's to leave me.

It felt like hours of torture had gone by when really it was no more than ten minutes. His movements increased before he stayed deep inside me, a loud grunt left his mouth as I felt myself being filled up. My stomach turned instantly and the need to vomit became prominent as I felt abused and broken.

"That was fucking great!" He panted as his weight let up, instantly causing my body to crumble. He flopped next to me and stroked my head wiping some escaped tears from my face. "Shh, I know, pleasure can be overwhelming." I was so tired and broken that I just curled up into a ball facing away from the king. I felt like death, my body was screaming in pure agony, and silent tears streamed from my eyes. I tensed up immediately when I felt the kings arm flop over my waist. He pulled my naked form into his chest and began cuddling me. His fingers gently traced over some of the scars on my shoulders and back as I shook.

"I hate you!" I whispered out, my voice deadpan, and my tone broken. By this point I didn't care what he could do, I hated him so much. Since the new world began, we've only been taught one thing about wolves and mates, and that is a mate could never hurt you, but it's like this man has zero emotions at all. He's a literal psychopath. I thought hearing your supposed mate say those words was supposed to be heart breaking, but he just laughed at me, his palm suddenly lay flat over the bleeding gash I had on my back.

"I know you don't mean that, my queen." He placed a small kiss on my shoulder before standing up slowly, I didn't move though, I lay still on the grass as my mind worked in overdrive. "I'll break this defiant attitude of yours before too long, and once you wear my mark the whole world will know... that you are MINE, my love." The second the words left his mouth I felt myself being lifted up by strong arms. Arms that I now feared above all else.

I was told that your mate is supposed to make you feel safe, but I had never felt more vulnerable