Chapter 80

Dylan POV

It had been quiet around the pack house, very quiet in fact ever since yesterday really. Even Nick had hardly spoken to me. Arya was being strangely respectful to me which was very out of character, and Adrian barely even looked me in the eyes when passing me. I don’t really know why it got to me so much, I guess I was starting to see him as a friend which was rather idiotic of me really, he was the alphas son.

I could feel myself getting more and more on edge as the time moved by slowly. I was anticipating something, and it left a sinking feeling to grow over the course of the day. It was almost like the calm before a horrific storm.

I was sat in the alphas office with his grace while he sorted out some form of paperwork. Probably something else to do with the disrespect and abuse shown to my kind, but I didn’t really care all that much, he was leaving me alone so who was I to say anything.

I was bored, but I was enjoying the peace and quiet. Even if the day was dragging by, I would never initiate conversation with him. I might be doing what he asks but the man still made me sick. He had no redeeming qualities at all.

“My love, you are very quiet today.” He smiled at me and lifted his head from his paperwork, showing me all of his perfectly white teeth. “I think This little visit has been good for you. You have enjoyed being back haven’t you?”

“Yes your grace.” What else could I say other than agree with his words? I hated being back here. Everyone seeing me so weak was getting to me more than I could ever express, my mother should never have been punished for my actions and opinions, and I was seriously starting to worry about how late my lady days were. Not that I would ever say anything, nobody else has yet.

“At least on Monday you can finally say your goodbyes, I know we left rather quickly last time.” Rather quickly doesn’t cut it, I was forced out of the only home I had ever known physically and roughly. Only to be hurled into a world full of never ending abuse, it didn’t matter what type he dished out, I just knew he enjoyed seeing me break in front of him.

“Yes your grace!” My silent attitude was getting to him, you could see the anger on his face every single time I blindly agreed with him. I couldn’t stop the cringe from leaving me when the chair he was on moved away from his desk and hit the wall behind it. He stalked towards me with hard eyes quickly leaning over me as I sat on the small sofa, his body pressed up against mine and my eyes shut tight, we only did it last night, surly he didn’t want to again.

“When will you call me Josh?” His voice was hard as he allowed his now semi erect manhood to press against my clothes core. “When will you touch me first?” Touch him first? What on earth is he on about? I let him do whatever he wants lately, I learnt if I just relax and allow things to happen, then it doesn’t hurt as much. “Put your hands on me, my queen!”

I swallowed and looked at him confusion clouding my face. What was he asking of me? Is it not bad enough that I have to take whatever he gives me, now he’s demanding more of me.

“Your grace I…”

“I want to feel your mouth, my queen!” My eyes widened and I shook my head, subconsciously pressing my lips firmly together.

“Please your grace, don’t make me!” Using my mouth was the only thing he had never done. It was the only thing that was still in tact. I couldn’t stand it if he defiled that too.

“I’m not forcing you, you want to, You said it yourself… You are mine! That means you want to please me.” Tears built up in my eyes and I allowed myself hen to fall down my cheeks as he continued to press and grind against me. “Why are you crying?”

He couldn’t be confused though, he was always trying to force me into these situations, and every time he seemed to get confused if I so much as tried to say no. He grabbed my hair quickly and got up off of me, dragging my body with him. I fell off the sofa onto my knees and in front of the kings stood up body.

“So, you really do prefer it rough?” He chuckled and began to unfasten his trousers, as more tears fell. I shook my head and tried to stand up, only to be forced back onto my weak knees. “You really don’t want this do you?” He asked as his fully erect penis seemed to stare me in the eye. I shook my head at his question and he sighed. “Fine!”

He grabbed me by my neck and forced me back up and onto the sofa again. I groaned as the back of my head hit the firm armrest, and cringed again when the king snaked over me.

“I won’t touch you today!” I frowned watching his face for any hint of a lie, and sighed seeing much more than a hint. I knew he would do what ever he wanted regardless of what I though. So I looked at him through my pained expression which caused him to chuckle. “If you kiss me, I will leave you be until later.” So my options were either, get sexually assaulted now or get sexually assaulted later? “I want to feel your mouth, but I can relieve myself in many ways using you, we both know that. So, you kiss me and we can both enjoy ourselves later.”

I frowned in worry and began to contemplate things in my mind. Not sure why though, at this point being raped was the normal, and I’d stopped saying no so I doubt it would even be classed as rape.

Without thinking about it, I leaned up and connected our lips together. It was the very first time I had ever initiated anything with him, and it was the first time I forced my body to respond to his. He quickly shoved his tongue down my throat which made me want to throw up, but instead I allowed my own to move with his. A loud moan came from him and his hand moved to the back of my head, pulling me in closer to him.

We made out for a while, but eventually he broke apart from me. My breath was lost, and my face was flushed, but I was scared, as the only thing in his eyes was pure unadulterated lust.

“I love you, my queen. We can be happy together you know. We’ve proven it, time and time again. It’s just your attitude getting in our way now. He pecked my swollen lips one last time before holding his hand out for me to take. “Come, it’s time for some dinner.”

I was embarrassed as hell sitting down to eat. My lips were swollen, and my cheeks were tear stained, it was safe to assume something had gone on between me and the king, his graces gleeful expression didn’t help the matter either. I barely even lifted my head as I ate the bowl of soup placed in front of me. I was sick to death of soup. In fact I would be extremely happy if I never had to eat it ever again.

The wolves once again went off to training and the king thankfully went with them. Giving me a small fraction of respite, still no one spoke to me, not Erin, not Nick and non of the wolves even acknowledged me. I had never felt more alone, even in the palace I had someone, wether that was Lewis, or Carlos or even Caius.

A couple of hours went by before finally one of the wolves walked into the human sitting room in the pack house and looked directly at me. Beta Monroe spared a short glance at Nick before addressing me.

“The king would like to see you in the office, your grace.” I frowned and looked at Nick who quickly averted my gaze, I had no idea what was going on, but Nick looked nothing but guilty which in turn, left my stomach in a knot.

I quickly stood and followed the young beta to the door where I heard angry talking coming from the room. Monroe quickly opened the door and all talking stopped. Inside the room, the king was sat behind the desk, Adrian stood to his left and the alpha, Adrian’s dad stood on his right.

My fear spiked ten fold as I looked at the three wolves in front of me. The two men looked to be seething, while Adrian simply stared a head of him, he didn’t even spare me a glance.

“What’s going on?” I swallowed thickly not liking the look on the kings face at all. It was scaring me. Surly I wasn’t in trouble? I hadn’t done anything wrong in days! I’d been really careful not to get on the kings bad side.

“Can you explain to me what this is?” The king held up my old cell phone and my eyes widened a fraction. It’s official I was a dead girl walking.

“It looks like an old cell phone.” I tried to play it off, but I wasn’t convincing in the slightest.

“A phone that was found under your bed! You dare stand there and feign innocence! If you weren’t my mate you would be executed on the spot for this.” The king stood up and walked over to me a long whip was revealed to be in his hand and I gasped at the sight instantly flashing back to the day he almost killed me by lashing me.

I fell to my knees quickly in front of him and instantly began to beg for anything but that, I physically couldn’t take another lashing.

“Please, not that. Your grace, anything but that… I can’t…” I saw him raise his arm and felt the tip of the whip slice my cheek, it began to trickle with blood slightly as my eyes turned to the king watering quickly. His own orbs had been enveloped in pitch black, and his fingers were trembling around the whips handle. He had never whipped me before, he simply got his men to do it.

“I need names, and I need them now, or you will severely regret it…”

I couldn’t give any names… but I really couldn’t take another lashing, and the king knew that. How on earth could Nick let Adrian find it? How could he do that to me? I trusted him…

“Give me names, now Dylan!” He used my name?! He never used my name, he always addressed as his love, or his queen. Hearing my name coming from his foul lips made me hate it, and my body took on a strong tremble as I shook my head no at his demand…

I really was done for.