Chapter 163 Mated to the Alpha
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I felt his grip tighten around my wrists as he pushed them against the cold wall. My heart thundered in my chest as I watched his canines protrude from his mouth. "Is he going to mark us?" I asked my wolf, who growled inside. I knew she was struggling to surface as she fought through the side effects of the wolfsbane. He dropped one hand from my wrist and reached for my jaw, squeezing it tightly to show who had the dominance. His wolf peeked through, and he returned a sadistic grin as his hand slipped to my throat, squeezing just hard enough to make the blood rush to my face.
"I'm going to destroy you, my sweet Luna. I'll keep you locked up and make sure you serve my needs every—single—night," he said as I gasped for the tiniest shred of air. He released his grip around my wrist but kept hold of my throat with the other hand. His hand slipped down to his cock, pumping it a few times before demanding, "Get on your fucking knees and make some use of that salty mouth of yours."
I cringed at his words and refused to drop down like some whore he desperately wanted me to be. "Make me," I seethed. My defiance seemed to irritate him further, and I felt the back of his hand connect with my face. My cheek burned where the strike of his fingerprints lay.
"You either take me, or I'll take you and not give a fuck when you beg and scream for mercy," he declared. I gulped hard. "You must really enjoy Jaxon's sloppy seconds," I announced all too proudly. I wasn't a fool; I remembered all the times he bragged about when Jaxon and he shared women. I knew it wasn't a bright idea, but I'd do anything to gain myself a little more time so my wolf could recover from the wolfsbane's effect.
"Fucking bitch," he hissed as he turned me over, pulling my arms toward him so my ass stuck out. I felt his hand strike my backside and winced from the pain. He followed through two more times, and by the third strike, I felt the water burning in my eyes as I struggled to endure any more pain. I heard him spit into his hand and rub it against my core before lining himself up with my hole. In seconds, I knew he was going to take me. He was going to make me into the whore he'd been dreaming of.
"Please, Alpha," I whispered. He scoffed, and the door burst open to reveal a face all too familiar.
A smile sat on her face as she crouched down until she was face-to-face with me while Alpha Christian held me against him. "Oh hi, Addie. Oh sorry, hello Luna," she said, her eyes glancing up at Alpha Christian. She stood up, and I heard their lips connect. "I missed you so much, baby," she said to him, one hand running across his jaw while the other rested against my body. I felt my body push down, making it increasingly harder to stand. It was like she knew because she soon released me and hissed her teeth together.
She bent down until we were at eye level and demanded, "You're going to fuck my mate until I tell you to stop, and I'm going to watch the entire thing."
My eyes widened. Alpha Christian was her mate? What the fuck?
Suddenly, the puzzle pieces began to click together—that's why Alpha Christian wasn't at Sophia's presentation. I vividly remembered Sophia catching a particular scent. Was he lurking through the hallways, waiting for his moment to strike? I knew none of it mattered. My own best friend, the girl I grew up with, was about to watch her mate rape me over and over again with no remorse. Her eyes were ice cold, her attitude detached, and I could barely recognize the woman standing in front of me.
Bailey began to undo the buttons of her fuchsia jumpsuit, moving to the other side of the room and slipping it off. Alpha Christian pushed my face against the cold wall, but I could still see Bailey from the corner of my eye. It's ironic how you can spend your entire life as someone's best friend, sharing every waking moment, and in the blink of an eye, you're staring them dead in the eye, unsure of who they even are.
"Hurry up, sweetheart, or I might come all over this shiny new toy of ours," Alpha Christian said, and I swear I felt bile crawling up my throat. Bailey laughed as she returned to us wearing nothing but a black lace bra with matching panties.
"Only if you let me swallow your cum," she said with a laugh, but her eyes never left mine.
"Why?" I choked out as the trail of tears started to creep down my face. "Why, Bailey? How could you?" I begged. "How fucking could you?!" I screamed.
She reached for my breast, moving down onto her knees as her tongue played with my hard nipple. She flicked it with her tongue while Alpha Christian watched, pulling himself off me and stroking his length. He continued to hold me in place as he played with himself, undoubtedly enjoying the show his mate was putting on for him.
"Tell me what the fuck you want, Bails," I insisted, resisting the urge crawling through my body. I refused to give in to the sensation of her tongue flickering against my sensitive bud. Her laugh was soon joined by Alpha Christian's. No wonder these two were paired together—they both complemented each other's envious wishes.
