Antoine’s POV I woke up alone on top of my bed, dressed in Damien's clothes. It was almost 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and I had no idea how I had even slept off. Last night had been so dramatic. I had gone to see Damien in his room to question him about how he knew Stacie and how he came across her wolfing out. I had a feeling that she was probably the one with him in the armor room the other time. I had gone there and challenged him about it. But Damien still denied the allegations and made up a story to give me, which he knew was a lie. I had challenged Damien to a friendly duel just to calm my wolf down, but instead, it aggravated my wolf. I involuntarily turned while fighting with Damien, sucking out my energy. Elda had been so ferocious, just because I didn't give him want he wanted, Sex. I probably fainted from fighting with my wolf. I am even surprised I am in his room now. Probably, Damien brought me here on his back. But that must have been after changing my clothes whic
Antoine's POV I knew I was hurting her, but I couldn't care less. She had to know her place. She had to respect the formidable Alpha Antoine. "Hurting her wouldn't make her respect you, she'll only fear you, which is very bad," Elda said. I tightened my grip on Stacie's neck, and when I did, he howled in pain. He must have felt the pain of his mate. I also felt it too, though faint. This was why I hated this mate stuff. If your mate was feeling pain, then you would have to share in the pain too. I felt water drop on my skin and looked up at Stacie. She was crying silently. She looked so fragile in my hand, so weak and vulnerable. I felt pity for her for the second time in my life again. However, as much as I felt pity for her, I was also enjoying the look of fear in her eyes. I wasn't a sadist but strangely I felt pain and pleasure from hurting my mate. She squeezed her eyes close and I knew she couldn't take it anymore. I released my hold on her neck, and she landed on the fl
Stacie's POV My tears threatened to spill out, as I began running out of Antoine's chambers. What did I do to deserve such kind of cruel mate? Why did nature have to treat me so badly, and match me with Antoine? He must hate me so much with passion. Because why else would he treat me like garbage? Why will he treat me with so much contempt? He always hurts me every time with his words. How would you even hurt a person that's your mate, without even feeling remorse or sorry for your actions? How!? He's just too heartless! Always making me feel so small. The first time, he physically assaulted me, he almost choked me to death but I still didn't take it to heart and asked him for a little favor, but he wouldn't do it. Instead of just refusing politely, he had to be so brutal with his words hurting me even more deeper. What is so bad about training your mate? Just because a person is a female, then she can't fight or she's too weak. Well, I'm going to prove him wrong that I'm not
Antoine's POV I waited hours for Stacie to arrive. But she still wouldn't show up. She was always trying at every turn to defy my orders. I had clearly instructed Amanda to lay emphasis on "with immediate effect". But she still failed to listen. It's been two hours now since I told Amanda to call her. I needed to warn her about something she might possibly do. And it isn't stated in the rules and regulations I gave her. Wait, she couldn't possibly be selecting a sexy dress or doing some kind of makeup just to come to see me right? She couldn't be thinking about seducing me again right? I shrugged off the thought as soon as they came. I don't think she would ever try something like that with me again after what I did to her. A few minutes later, the door opened and Stacie scurried inside, with her hair looking disorganized. "Have a seat" I ordered. "I would rather stand than sit!" She said firmly. Ok! Disobeying me yet again. "So why are you just coming?" "I slept off" She rep
Stacie's POV "You have no right to reject me!" Those words resounded in my ears, so loud like a siren as I ran out of Antoine's chambers for the second time today. The buzzing sound in my ears was temper, and I was sure of it. I just wanted to see some stones and pound my fist on them, till they bled. I just couldn't do that. It'd only hurt me the more. I refuse to be hurt by Antoine ever again. I refuse to make him spoil my mood or ruin my day. What does he even mean by he wouldn't accept my rejection? Did he say I had no right to do so or what? Because I was his slave??? The same man that was never interested in me as his mate right from the first day. The man that threatened me just now not to ever tell a single member of his pack that I was his mate or he would punish me. But now that I actually rejected him, he wouldn't hear of it. Huh?? Must everything always go according to his damn plans? Fucking bastard! I was fighting the urge to climb somewhere high enough for th
Antoine's POV I was standing there, smiling and looking up at my father's face. My stepmother was also at a corner smiling and shouting out her encouragement to me. I was proudly showing off my combat skills to both of them. "Turn to your wolf form and show me that you're my true son, the future alpha of the dark moon pack!" He challenged me, still smiling. "Bring it on Antoine! Prove it to your father!" Mother shouted. I accepted my father's challenge, and trained my mind to transform. Within minutes, I had turned and was now standing on all fours. There were shouts of joy and surprises everywhere. The pack members started hailing me, some singing songs of praise. There was jubilation everywhere. Everyone seemed to be happy, chatting away happily with one another. Then suddenly, a voice shouted in a loud piercing sound. Everyone heard it. I turned back to my human form immediately. We all turned in the direction of the voice. And then, I saw my father, my own father, blood!
Stacie's POV Oh my God! I'm so busted. The flashlight shone brightly on my face, penetrating their piercing hands into my eyes. My eyes burned from the effect of the light, making me feel slightly dizzy. I used my two hands to shield my eyes from the light. The person moved closer, still asking; "Who is there?" "It's me, Stacie." I quickly answered, mentally praying that the person was someone who knew me or who knew about me. The person reached where I was, and pointed his torch directly into my eyes. "Oh! It's you" he said. I felt relief wash through me. At least, he knows me. So rest assured, the person wouldn't hurt me. "Now that you know it's me, could you take your torch away from my face, please? You're hurting my eyes." "Sure!" He put off his torch, went towards the wall, and flicked the lights on. And I could see his face. It was the driver that brought me here on the first day. No wonder, I thought his voice sounded familiar. "What are you doing here?" He a
Antoine's POV I got to the armory house and saw that the front door was ajar. Probably, Damien was there to practice again. As I entered, I could hear two people speaking in a hushed tone. One of the voices sounded feminine. "What the fuck is a girl doing in the armory room" I muttered to myself, as I walked quietly in the direction of the voice. If it was actually a girl in there, that would definitely mean trouble for them. It was against the pack rules and regulations that a girl be allowed into the armory room. "Or could they perhaps be having sex?" Elda suggested in my head. I shook my head. No! That's not possible. It's just too gross. Damien wouldn't do such a thing. The sound grew louder as I got closer and it sounded more like Elda had suggested. Right? Maybe it was possible. I wasn't even sure anymore. What if he actually brought a slave in here to fuck. I shook my head again. No, it can't be. They would be screaming by now if that was the case. Damien was especial