5

My mind races as I try to comprehend the gravity of the situation. This cannot be happening. I repeat the word like a mantra, hoping to dispel the nightmare unfolding before me.

As Alpha Alexander slowly blinks awake, confusion evident in his eyes, I feel a wave of dread wash over me. His gaze trails down my naked body and back up again, his expression shifting from confusion to something harder, more guarded.

"What happened here?" he asks, wincing as he touches the back of his head and struggles to his feet. The air is thick with tension as we both grapple with the unsettling reality of our predicament.

The realization hits me like a freight train—I've lost my virginity to Alpha Alexander, and the evidence of our encounter is smeared with blood on the couch where he lay. The throbbing ache between my thighs serves as a painful reminder of what transpired.

As Alpha Alexander's eyes narrow in on the bloodstained couch, a primal growl rips from his throat, sending shivers down my spine. It's the kind of growl that triggers an instinctual response to cower and submit, and I find myself whimpering in fear.

His voice cuts through the tense silence like a blade, filled with anger and accusation. "What did you do, Vanessa?" he demands, his tone laced with fury as he hastily pulls on his sweatpants.

I open my mouth to respond, but no words come out. My voice fails me in the face of his wrathful gaze, and tears stream down my face uncontrollably. It's been years since I last cried, but in this moment, all I want to do is surrender to the overwhelming flood of emotions crashing down upon me.

Alpha Alexander's rage fills the room, his words echoing with contempt and disbelief. His hand tightens around my neck, cutting off my air supply as he stares at something on my neck with a mixture of horror and fury.

I instinctively reach for the tender spot on my neck, confirming the presence of a mark. His grip tightens further, squeezing the breath from my lungs as his eyes bore into mine with seething intensity.

The realization hits me like a sledgehammer—Alpha Alexander has marked me as his mate against his will, and the betrayal in his eyes is a gut-wrenching blow.

"W-we are—are ma-mates," I manage to stutter out, my voice strained and choked.

But his response is merciless, filled with raw anger and rejection. "I don't want a fucking mate! I don't want you!" he screams, his words laced with venom and disdain.

In that moment, as his hatred sears through me, I realize that the bond between us is not one of love, but of tragedy and despair. And as the weight of his rejection settles upon my shoulders, I feel the crushing weight of loneliness and heartache bear down upon me.

As I struggled to catch my breath, Alpha Alexander released his grip on my neck and shoved me away, causing me to fall back onto the floor with a painful thud. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I grappled with the overwhelming pain and despair coursing through me.

I remained on my knees, waiting for another wave of rejection to wash over me, but it never came. Instead, the heavy silence was punctuated by Alpha Alexander's ragged breathing as he attempted to regain his composure, albeit unsuccessfully. My neck throbbed with pain, a physical reminder of the brutality of his rejection.

In a voice filled with bitterness and resentment, Alpha Alexander delivered his final blow. "This is going to be your personal hell, Vanessa. You have dug your own grave! Instead of being my mate, you are going to be my personal maid. Spoiler, your life is going to be hell."

With those words hanging heavily in the air, he left the study, locking me inside with my torment. The weight of his condemnation crushed me, leaving me to grapple with the harsh reality of my fate.

And as if the pain weren't enough, the bitter sting of betrayal cut even deeper when my own parents blamed me for the turmoil that had engulfed our lives. It was a cruel twist of fate, leaving me to bear the burden of their disappointment and disapproval alone.