The Alpha King’s Fated Scarred Mate

Ann POV

“Why do you hate me so much despite we are mates?” I slurred feebly, drawing in a breath as he refused to let go of his grip around my neck.

“Shut up!” He yelled at me, almost drowning me in his spit.

“No, I won’t!” I retorted.

“You hate me yet you’re so obsessed with me!”

“Obsessed?” He repeated, shooting me a glare.

“The Alpha King send you to interrogate me not to be touchy with me,” I added, while I watched him swallow his spit so hard, he retracted his hands off my neck.

“Just tell me the people that send you. Jace’s father? Jace himself? Who else? Name them! “He yelled impatiently, staring at me as if I was his rival.

“I’m not your rival, stop transferring your aggression to me.” I chimed back at him.

He awed, twisting his neck while he paced gingerly towards me.

He shoved his foot at my chest, pounding on me non-stop until my nose start to bleed. I gasped at the excruciating pain that jailed through my face, He never stopped at that as he ripped off my cloth exposing my bare chest, grabbed them, and squeezed on them until I was almost out of breath.

“I knew fifty ways of torturing a feeble cipher like you, I’m gonna practice one with you, and no one would be able to question me.” He stressed his last words, through his actions, as his grip on my breast became harder.

“Don’t you dare!”I tried to say but a moan escalated from my lips other than the actual words.

I whimpered at his touch, going amok.

“Now, you tell me the people who are responsible for the murder conspiracy alongside you or else I’ll keep being touchy with you, heard you say you’re a princess, let me see if you would throw your dignity away because you’re trying to shield some traitors while you allow me to touch you or you talk and mention Jace.” He enunciated on Jace.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

“Keep it up, I’m innocent.”I barely stutter.

His hands dawdled down my stomach, making me shiver in pleasure. My heart thrummed against my chest like a drum when his finger had my clit through the thin fabric of my undies. He slightly retracted his hand, puffing away, putting me on hang. My heart was rising up and down under my chest. Just at the tip of the silence which had enclouded the atmosphere at which we were surrounded, suddenly, I felt his pair of rough hands grabbing my hips closer to him, my wolf screamed for more at his touch and yearned so much for him.

“You’re not gonna do this.”I reluctantly said, even if my words were not germane.

He ignored my words, slipping in his fingers, moving them up and down on my clitoris, he ripped apart the remaining of my dress.

I grunted in response to his aggressive touch as he began to thrust harder. The third of his touches sent a rush of waves through my spine, and within my veins, as his fingers thrust deeper into the wetness that had pooled for him, since the moment he had my cloth torn off.

“Bitch!”He cursed, sending a slap across my cheeks, the effect of it; causing me to whimper in pleasure. A mind-blowing ridging of pleasures clenched at the bottom of my stomach as I squirmed under his unproven rhythm. His fingers glided roughly to keep me at the cliff of pleasures and pains.

“Who are your sponsor?”He demanded savagely, this time his voice was shaky almost like he was catching a cold or something.

“No one, please carry on…” I answered gullibly, my brain was formatted at his touch.

His fingers buried between my fold as he explored further every inch of me, right until the pad of his thumb pressed against my clit. I shuddered in a shattered squeal, his name fell out of my mouth like I’m lamenting. He circled his fingers around my most sensitive spot causing me to wriggle.

He withdraw his fingers with a white substance serving as a fill, brought them to my mouth, and instructed me to lick. Like a sheep, I hurried sticking my tongue out, I lick the juicy sap off his fingers, and he shoved his fingers down into my throat, bruising against the corner of my mouth.

I choked, while my eyes gawked at his atrocities. A wide and devilish grin appeared on his forehead, and then he said, “Are you ready to talk?”He didn’t relent as he kept indulging his fingers further.

“You will swallow the whole of my hand.”

I was choking, I slapped my hands against him, but he only use his leg to match my hand down. I scratched against his skin with the other of my fingers while he saw a glint of blood, he shoved his fingers into my nose.

Even when I wanted to yell badly, I couldn’t because his hands were serving as a gag.

Maybe today would be my last on earth. I couldn’t breathe anymore, my air passage was blocked. I stared at him in resentment, hot salty tears streaming down my cheeks.

Mate is supposed to be caring, and supportive of their chosen one. “Why can’t he just be the man who would love and cherish me dearly?”I pondered loud in my mind, trying hard not to die.

“Now would you talk?”He asked in an icy tone, and I nodded affirmatively trying not to prove stubborn.

A heavy sigh escalated from my lips as I gasped for breath, clutching my hands to my throat. I was panted heavily and only raised my head when he yanked my hair. He pulled out some strands of hair, and shoved it to my face, laughing heartily.

“Next time you talk back at me, “He paused, drawing in his breath. ” This is just the tip of the iceberg.” He warned, before hauling off, he stopped at the entrance, whirling to speak.

“I’ll come back for the answers tomorrow morning.”

I was devastated, dispirited, and feeling the urge to die. I was out of breath, no matter how hard I tried to breathe, it was as if my throat was badly zipped.

*****

While I was in the detail of my thoughts, I could vividly hear the sounds of approaching footsteps hailing towards my cell in which I was being locked.

The other young man whose name was Jace sauntered in with his aura spreading across the room.

I felt my dolor in my heart subsidizing, his presence speaking peace.

Somehow my wolf was down at him, my wolf was not excited at him. This baffled me so much on the reasons my wolf develop a kind of fanatic attitude towards the man who had been the Initiator of my dolor other than this very gentleman.

He turned back at my sight, taking off his outer robe, he staggered backward until he got to my side, he shoved his outer robe backward to me.

I hesitate a bit because I was unaware of what he was trying to do. Maybe he was practicing some odd rituals.

“Take them!” The tone of his voice sounded like a woman’s own.

I grabbed it from his hands without demurring and fixed myself up.

“Done?”He inquired in a dulcet tone, graving an arouse of pleasures within me.

I was muted all the while drooling at his back view, he had this broad back and large arms. I was still in my wonderland when his voice brought me out.

“You always seem to be in trouble whenever we meet, mischievous should I say?”

At his utterance I felt a stab of rejection, it was as if I had betrayed him which I was unsure of.

“I’m innocent,” I muttered almost in a whisper, never knew he was going to hear me.

” That would only prove after our investigation.”

“Even if you did not get to the root of the matter, and perhaps I was sentenced to die, I’ll die a happy woman because you were the first person who had ever stood up for me. Twenty-two years of my life have been lived based on false accusations.”

“You weren’t the only one who had washed the clothes, the other girl admitted that you instigates the ideas but she shunned you, and was never aware that you later went on to plant the Poison.”

“Lies!” “Sugar would never admit to that.” Cried I with a troubled countenance.

I hated him at that instant, so he had only been pretending, he was not any different from Jayden.

“So Sugar is her name?” he inquired with his knitted brow.

I gasped, sinking my teeth into my lower lips.

“We are innocent.”I cried, eating my fingers, I lifted my gaze to him it his expression was unreadable.

“Guilty ones seem to shed the most tears.” He handed over a royal napkin to me.

I raised my brow at him, he just insulted me indirectly please help, and now? He’s giving me a napkin?

What should I do?

“Should I also bring some jars, so you could store your tears?”