Chapter 2 Two

That night, Liam came into the room and stayed in bed with Rose. As he turned over, he muttered something she didn’t quite hear. Liam held Rose tightly, his hands drifting to her breasts. A wave of happiness washed over Rose, she immediately forgot what happened earlier. She thought her wishes and yearning were finally coming to an end. She held Liam’s hands, assisting him as he squeezed her breasts, and she moaned lightly.

“Finally,” she murmured.

This was the first time her husband had touched her. Even though things had been difficult between them, she didn’t want to miss this opportunity. As Rose tried to guide his hand down to her underwear, Liam jolted up and pulled his hands away. That was so cruel, she thought.

Then, Liam noticed a slight noise outside the door. He immediately leaped onto Rose’s body.

“Pretend to moan,” he commanded, turning her over and spanking her firmly while he simulated intimacy.

Rose was confused about what was happening, but she found herself enjoying the sensation. If it feels this good when he is not inside, I wonder how it will feel if he goes inside, she thought, slipping into a fantasy. She did not want this to end.

Rose enjoyed the spanking and continued moaning. When Liam sensed the person outside had left, he got up quickly and walked straight to the restroom.

Rose followed, wondering if he was okay. She knocked softly on the door. “Liam, what’s wrong? Are you alright?”

Liam remained silent.

“Liam, are you there? Let me know if you are okay?”

Liam opened the door and stepped out. “What exactly is your problem? Can’t you just let me think for a minute?”

“I thought you were sick or something, that’s why I came to knock,” Rose explained. “But I’m glad you’re okay. But…”

“But what?” Liam asked, speaking quietly to avoid drawing attention.

“I thought we were having a moment, and then you just left like that. You know it’s been so long since you even came into my room or looked at me. I…”

“What is it, Rose?”

“I want to beg you one more time. Please, Liam, we have been married for two years. You never claimed me, not even once. When I tried to touch you on our wedding night, you pushed me away, and you have not set foot in this room since. So…”

“So what?”

“I just want you to be intimate with me, just fuck me. You know I am cursed to always be in heat until I am claimed, but you are punishing me. Liam, if you want me to do anything, I promise I will do it for you. Just do one thing in return. I just need one thing, and it is your cock and your intimacy, nothing else. Let me feel like a woman, even if it’s just once. I cannot leave because we are bound together, so please, Liam.” She reached for his hands, but he pulled away. “Let’s get intimate with each other, or at least stop confusing me.”

She felt deeply hurt, but because of her situation and the urge she couldn't control, she felt she had no option but to beg her husband. If he finally agrees to be with me, I will leave. I will leave this marriage, and then I will finally be able to live freely without this relentless urge, she schemed. It seemed Liam had something to say.

“When my mother leaves, then I will think about it.”

That was the best thing Rose had heard in years. She dropped her pride and ignored the fact that her husband had just insulted her with his actions. She told herself that this was simply who he was, and she didn't mind being treated this way if it meant getting him to be with her.

The next morning, as Rose walked toward the kitchen to fetch water, she heard one of the maids talking to another. “It seems Mrs. Liam finally got what she was looking for.”

The other maid asked, “Did they have sex? Did he finally give in to her after so much begging from her?”

Maid 1 said, “It seems so. I have never seen a woman without shame and so desperate like her.” Then Ma’am Mercy entered and cleared her throat, and they all returned to their tasks.

Rose heard everything but ignored it, proceeding to join the family for dinner a few minutes later.

Liam was affectionate and sweet for the three days his parents stayed. When they finally left, Rose was overjoyed. She hadn't been this excited since her dating days with Liam. She believed this curse was finally going to end today, and that was all that mattered to her.

That night, as Liam came to collect some belongings from their room, Rose locked the door. She walked straight toward Liam, adopting a seductive manner. She was shirtless, her breasts moving freely beneath her transparent nightgown, which was the only thing she was wearing. She walked to Liam, touching herself.

As she reached him, she noticed he couldn't take his eyes off her body. That alone felt encouraging. She wrapped her arms around Liam’s neck, guided his arms around her waist, and started kissing him. She kept kissing him, but he didn't kiss her back. Instead, he kept stepping backward until he landed on the bed. Rose climbed onto the bed and removed her gown. Liam could clearly see how wet and could see the drip dropping from her panties which meant she ready for him. As Rose sat on his lap, she bent down slightly and started circling his nipples with her tongue. Even with all her efforts, she still couldn't feel Liam’s arousal. When she unzipped his trousers and reached inside to touch him, Liam sat up abruptly.

Rose smiled, thinking he was finally giving in, but as he stood up, he pushed her hard, causi

ng her to fall onto the floor.

“What do you think you are doing?” Liam demanded.

Rose was shocked. “I... I thought you wanted this, Liam. You promised me, and I thought this would be the best time. Liam, I am ovulating, and all I am asking for is just a little thing from you. I don’t understand. It’s been two years, two good years, Liam, and I am still hoping for a child. I thought you wanted me too. We've had weeks of attention from you, and now this? Did I do something to you? I don’t understand the reason you hate me this much,” she asked.

“Rose, I don’t love you, and you know that. I only married you because it was contracted from the beginning, and I wanted to win my father’s favor of making me the Alpha. That’s why I married you, even though you aren't my mate....you are my late brother’s mate. I knew you loved me, and I thought maybe I would eventually grow to love you, but I don’t. I want my father’s favor, but he still isn't over his dead son, so don’t think we are still married because we are together. Keep in mind that the moment I win his favor, I’m divorcing you.” He pushed her gown further aside.

“What do you mean you are not my mate? You knew that, and you still proceeded to fool me and marry me? No wonder you never touched me. No wonder you’ve been treating me like a piece of trash. It’s not really your fault; it is mine.”

“Yes, I did, because an agreement is an agreement. So even if I am intimate with you, it won’t change anything because the one who was supposed to break your curse is dead. So get up from your daydream and get used to it,” he responded as he rushed out of the room.

Rose bent down, covered her face with her hands, and started crying. “This isn’t the life I imagined. I never thought of this. So I will have to live the rest of my life like this. I spent my whole life with the Dohuk family, initially from age ten, but I never knew about his brother. I never knew about him, and now I am stuck here, and the one person who could set me free is dead.” She kept sobbing. She knew she was contracted to be the bride of the Dohuk family, but she never knew Liam had an older brother. She never knew his older brother was even her mate and not Liam, because initially, it all started with mating, then the contract. She only found out about Mr. Dohuk having another son j

ust now.