Rejecting the next Alpha King (18+)

A/n This is a darker look at the wolfie world. It is a romance of sorts, but there is torture, sexual assault, violence, and on-screen rape from the very start.

Proceed with caution.

RL, xx

POV: Ana

Water splashed my face hard, the cold forcing my eyes open. Despite the exhaustion and pain that weighed down my limbs, I instinctively tried to move away from the masked man that stood towering over me. A sinister smile painted over his plastic face.

It was futile though. They had tied me, and my leg had been crushed when I first tried to escape. I barely shifted an inch.

These monsters were stronger than I ever would be. Hunter had made me feel protected. My strong mate. It was a pretty lie though. As a human in the world of wolves, I would always be the weakest person in the room.

Even their Omega’s, who were smaller and less able to build the muscle of higher ranked wolves, could snap me like a twig. I needed him now. I needed my mate to save me from this torture. Reaching out through the bond that still hummed around my heart, I begged him for help. Please find me baby. I need you.

“Good. You’re awake.” A low voice spoke from behind the mask, amused at his own joke “I wanted to play with our future queen before I go.”

I couldn’t stop my heart from beating faster, hating that he could hear my fear. Probably smell my fear knowing these dirty rogues. I’ve got to stay strong. Hunter will find me. I could take a little more pain. Please find me baby.

His hand came out suddenly and trailed the length of my body, curving around my breast and slipping in to cup over my mound. I flinched away but couldn’t move to stop him. “Please don’t”.

I hated how weak I sounded. Hated the tears that fell the moment he’d touched me intimately. I could take more torture, but this? “Please...don’t.”

He groaned with pleasure, the twisted sound sending a terrified shiver across my skin. “I love hearing you beg, little queen.”

Grabbing the waistband of my leggings he pulled them roughly down my legs, tearing them off with his elongated nails and cutting into my skin as he did it. I cried out at the pain and at being exposed so harshly. Hunter, please. Please baby.

“Your blood smells delicious. So regal.” I could feel him smear the blood trickling from me into my legs, then a nail cutting me again. Minutes passed with only my screams, his groans, and the scrape of his knife-like claws slicing through my flesh.

Finally he sat back between my exposed thighs and ran a hand up to rub through my panties. I bucked away from the sensation. Fear pricking my heart again.

Was he going to cut me there? Oh God. Please no.

“RK. My initials look good on your skin little queen.” Glancing down I could see the large letters had been dug out of my flesh several times. RK, so this was...

Barely able to talk through the pain that touched every part of me. “You’re the - you’re the Rogue King.”

He hummed a pleased affirmation. “I am. It’s a shame I can’t make you my queen, I have a feeling you’re going to take my cock very well. You’d have to, being mated to the next in line. He has a reputation. You’re not the only one he’s fucked. Not by a long way.”

I couldn’t help but cringe at that, I knew Hunter was very experienced. “Or maybe his fragile little human mate can’t take it like he wants. I had heard a few of his ex-lovers remain at the castle. Maybe he still uses them for his real pleasure, keeping you only for breeding.”

He chuckled darkly, scraping the skin of my hip again.

I shook my head. Hunter loved me, everyone had a past....well - most people had a past.

He spoke up again, hands running over my exposed thighs and nails digging into my flesh. “I heard you were a virgin mate. That’s precious to Alpha males, being the only one.....”

His head tilted and I could make out a flash of blue eyes behind the mask. How did he know that? “I wonder how he’ll feel when I give you back. When I give you back... a little more used than before....”

A tug at the band of my panties had me squirming away. Hunter. Hunter. I closed my eyes and screamed out through our bond, feeling a ripple from him in response.

He must be close by now. He had to come any moment. My mate wouldn’t let this happen to me.

Please baby. Help me.

“These are pretty panties. Such luxury for our human Queen.” His hands ran up to my neck before he leant in and ripped the top of my shirt. “Let’s see if you’re matching.“.

The material ripped open and calloused hands cupped my breasts together. His groan disgusted me, his breathing becoming more laboured as he pawed at my exposed body.

“They do match. Fuck me! Your tits are huge. I bet Hunter loves them, doesn’t he? Loves fucking them.”

“Please don’t. Please stop.”

I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Keep begging little queen.”

He didn’t stop though, and I could tell that Hunter felt my pain through the bond. Mate’s betrayal they called it. I could feel his anger. Did that mean he was close?

Please find me, love.

“I love all this soft, fatty flesh” Eugh, disgusting. “You humans don’t understand how much we crave to grab your fleshy curves, no idea how good this feels for us after years of fucking skinny, cold, little bitches.”

He groaned again, sitting back and rubbing the bulge in his pants, blank mask moving as he took me in. “Hunter must be in heaven, wrapping these chubby thighs around his waist. Hmmm? Heaven every time he grabs your ass and it spills around his fingers.”

His spit hit my face, dripping down into the corner of my mouth. “Dirty little human whore.”

“D..d...don’t touch me. Please don’t do it.”

“Sorry my little queen. I need to send a message to the Royal family. We’re coming for them. I want King Ayhan to know what has been happening to his daughter all year. I want him to go feral when he sees the wounds covering your body. I want him to break down when he smells all my men on you. Knowing his little petal is going through the same thing.”

I let out a sob. No.

Hunter, please come baby.

The man stepped back, shrugging the shirt from his body, and I closed my eyes. I thought of the training I’d been given and shut him out.

Shut out the rip of my clothes.

Shut out his taunts.

Shut out the feeling of his hands on me.

I left my body and thought of Hunter. My love.

*Flashback

God, why was I nervous for a date? He was my mate. He loved me. Or so he said. As a human new to the wolf world, I was still learning their ways.

Hunter had found me three weeks ago and relentlessly pursued me since then.

Immediate professions of love were not normal for humans. Immediate intimacy was not normal for me. We took time to fall in love. Not wolves though. They felt an immediate bond.

Hunter told me that had I been a wolf, we would have mated immediately. Mated. As in, he would have dragged me to the back of my parents shop and fucked me in the store cupboard.

That can’t be normal.

Of course, we knew about the wolves. And the vampires. And the Dragons. Whole empires that weaved around our human spaces. Mountains, and forests, and clouds hiding thousands of fantasy beasts from us for centuries.

What we thought were fantasy beasts.

That was until they were outed by modern technology...

The governments knew first, then slowly the rest of us. Decades of dripping positive iconography into popular culture had made that transition easy.

Who would be scared of teen wolf? Who wouldn’t want to fly with a dragon? Even the older generation accepted our new reality.

Still, there was limited mixing between the races. Vampires preferred the dark and the quiet. Dragons lived in a hidden realm high above the clouds. And the wolves needed space to run. Needed space away from populated areas.

Only fated mates were allowed to take a step away from the human world. And that was me.

Trying to wrap my head around becoming the queen of werewolves. It was a few years away, but I would be their next queen. Maybe.

Standing in front of the mirror, desperately trying to control my curls, I couldn’t fathom how they would accept me. On the [much] heavier side of curvy Latina, I didn’t exactly look like the current queen.

My mother-in-law to be. She was a classic beauty.

Hunter couldn’t keep his hands off me though, even with the extra weight. He was so sexual that I pushed him away at the start. I thought that was all he wanted.

That this was a game, or a kink.

His consistency had convinced me otherwise, he’d stepped back from asking for anything more than head-misting kisses.

A knock at the door brought a smile to my face. Damn it. I had to control my reaction to just knowing he was here. “Come in”

Hunter came through, dipping to get through my doorway. God he was huge. I’d never felt so small, physically small, in my life. And those arms. Those shoulders....

He let out one of the low growls that I was slowly getting used to, and my lips lifted slightly as I saw his eyes darken and Kabir stalked towards me. “Mate”

Kabir was bizarrely the only part of this soul mate business that I was immediately on board with.

He was so sweet, polite, adoring but respectful. Hunter said he was just showboating and wanted to fuck me into any nearby surface as much as he did...Kabir huffed when he’d said that, then sent me a dark smirk that told me he definitely would when the time was right.

It made my thighs clench to even think about it.

Kabir was definitely my favourite mate.

His deep voice vibrated over the skin of my neck, a place he had immediately buried himself in after taking control. “Stop thinking those naughty thoughts little one, or we’ll forget to punish you for leaving your door unlocked.”

I pulled back to laugh with him but faltered when I was caught by Hunter’s dark green eyes, gold specs flickering in the light. “I knew you were coming, that’s why...”

He cupped my face with one large hand, his thumb coming round to rub against my lips. “We’ve missed you today love. Can I kiss you?” I nodded. Beginning to feel ready for more than just his kisses.

Full lips brushed gently over mine, killing me with his new restraint. His groan of genuine pleasure called to my soul as he pulled away. “So perfect little one. Every time.”

*End of flash back.

Still moving between my thighs, the Rogue King’s loud gruff voice pulled me from my memories. “Fucking Goddess, you’re divine. Do you clench on Hunter like this? I’m going to enjoy seeing his face when he hears what a slut you were for me.”

A hand clasped over my eyes, then I felt his tongue lick up my face. Unable to hold in my disgust, my horror, I felt the sobs starting to shake my body.

Disassociating again, I tried to protect my mind from reality.

Eventually, I was brought back into the room as the door slammed shut. The Rogue King was gone at last. Glancing to the window I could see that the sun had set, he’d been here for hours.

Cutting me.

Using me.

Desperately trying not to feel the pain I looked down at my body. Blood covered me almost entirely.

RK cut into my skin everywhere, so deep that it would scar. Red half-moons of fingernails mixed with scratches. Everything was oozing blood.

Hours passed and for the first time since we met, I did not think of Hunter before my eyes closed. He had abandoned me here. Left me in his dark world without protection.

His kind would always be more important than me. I felt the shift inside, all my love had vanished. I was hollow. I was alone.

I hated him. Hated my lying mate.

Hated him.