Kael’s POV
Once my body cald, I opened my eyes and looked at her, our faces only an inch apart. I did not wish to separate from her. Her delicate form beneath still felt like heaven itself.
Her eyes remained closed, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps as she tried to recover from the storm I had put her through.
"Eira," I whispered her na gently.
Her lashes fluttered open, and she t my gaze. Her eyes were moist, shimring with emotions that struck deep into .
"Are you alright?" I asked, my voice tender, almost fragile.
Instead of answering, she turned her face toward the window. Silent tears slipped free, trailing down her cheeks.
It was not unexpected, yet my heart grew unbearably heavy. Her emotions seeped into , dragging down into the pain she was feeling.
The bond between us let know her emotions, her pain at the mont.
I pressed a soft kiss to her temple, my nose brushing along her cheek in a fleeting touch of comfort.
"I am sorry," I murmured, the words rough and unsteady. "I should never have done what I did that night in the prison."
A soft sob escaped her lips as my confession broke the silence. I felt my chest tighten. "It must have hurt you deeply. I am sorry. I should have given you a chance to speak, but I let my anger consu . I should not have done it."
Her sobs grew, her body trembling beneath mine. The pillow under her head grew damp as her tears fell freely.
"I won’t ask you to forgive . I won’t try to explain why I did it. Hate if you wish. Pour all your anger onto . I will take it." My lashes quivered as I fought the sting of my own tears.
"But do not hate yourself. Do not hate your wolf for what happened between us now. Mating was important for you both. Everything that you were denied, you must get it so you could be stronger. It is my sin, not yours. So please... don’t despise yourself for giving in to . If you must hate, then hate . Do you hear ? Hate , and only ."
She didn’t respond, nor did I expect her to.
"You are my mate now, and I promise to always take care of you," I assured, unsure if she even trusted . "You can rest for a while more." I pecked her cheek softly. "You can wake up after I prepare breakfast for you."
I pulled out of her finally, and she flinched a little but didn’t look at .
The mont I moved away, she curled to her side and faced her back to . I covered her with sheets once more, giving her a chance to deal with her emotions, and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
The other four weren’t ho. I checked the ssage from Lucian that said he had left along with Jason and Rafe to bring Eira’s son. Roman wasn’t ho either. I knew the reason why he hadn’t returned yet.
In their absence, I had to take care of the start of the day by feeding the pets and preparing breakfast, which wasn’t a usual task for , but I knew how to cook. After having my first mating with my mate, it was a great pleasure to cook for her.
I put on the clothes that were arranged in the wardrobe of the side house. After repairing and renovating the side house like it was before, I made sure everything was there to make it the ho I had once dread of, where she would be with .
"Your pets must be starving. I am going to bring them here from the main house and then prepare breakfast for us. Everything you need is here. You can get ready," I inford her, and left, as she wasn’t going to respond.
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Eira’s POV
He left at last. I could finally breathe. The tears I had been holding back poured out more fiercely the mont he was gone. I wanted to cry aloud, to scream, to let the storm of pain inside tear its way out, but my voice failed .
He told not to hate myself or my wolf. But how could I not?
The very man who destroyed my life, the one who had hurt most and abandoned to suffer among monsters, was the sa man I had just given in to.
Why did it have to be him?
He had marked . He was my mate now. And every ti, I would have to yield to him like so lustful bitch. I had no control, no strength to resist, because he was my mate, a powerful Alpha. If he called for now, all I could do was wag my tail and obey. The thought of that future with him sickened .
For six long years, I had been used, broken, left to rot. I do not even know how many n had taken , how many hands and bodies I endured. Yet through it all, I felt nothing. I was an empty husk, a corpse that only knew pain. No pleasure. No warmth. Nothing but agony.
But with this bastard... with him... I felt sothing. I felt pleasure. And I hated it.
I always knew just like the other assholes, they would fuck . I was ready to face what I had endured the past six years.
All I wanted was for it to happen like always, where I could block my mind, my senses, and lose myself in the darkness without knowing what was happening with my body.
But...he made feel every bit of it. I was wide awake. And like the whore I was, I was begging him to fuck .
It was all because of that bitch wolf inside . Only if she wasn’t weak and had so brain to fight against our abuser.
They could go on and fuck , and even kill . But I didn’t want to feel it.
I felt utterly helpless now, and it hurt more. That bond with him now—I could feel it. My soul was ready to submit to him, even though I didn’t want it.
What was I going to do now? Will it ever change?
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