Black’s Mate

Andrea’s P.O.V.

“Please, please, slow down. I can’t take it anymore.” I cried in pain.

“Who told you, you can express what you feel? I am the alpha of this pack and you are my mate, and you have been made to please me.” He said while thrusting forcefully inside me.

I am crying in so much pain and begging for mercy.

But he didn’t slow down.

I know, I don’t have any say.

I am like a piece of meat only made to the pleasure of this so-called mate of mine.

I couldn’t bear it anymore and I don’t know when I blackout.

When I wake up, it’s already morning.

Logan is not in the room.

What I am expecting!

As if he will share the same bed with me. I am just a tool he used to vent his sexual frustration.

I get up and try to walk toward the bathroom to freshen up.

But I fall in the bed because of severe pain I feel in my lower abdomen, and all over my body.

It’s not a new thing, and as I am a werewolf, I know this pain will heal faster, but I know I will feel the same pain again.

It’s the routine for me

Every night, Logan comes and abuses me like I am a sinner and he is punishing me, and after that throw me like some doll.

Some nights, I try to bear with him, but most of the time I can’t bear it and blackout.

But I know, he doesn’t stop after that, as I can see the evidence of his completion inside me every morning.

After some time, I get up and went to the bathroom, and clean myself.

I change into a beautiful dress from the pile of dresses hanging in my walk-in closet.

If Logan would not have sexually abused me, I would have been the happiest person in this world as I don’t lack anything.

Logan is the Alpha of the biggest pack of America and filthy rich. And being his Luna, I am the richest Luna.

My whole closet cry money,

Dresses I wear once, I don’t have to wear them again.

Food I eat is made by the most renowned chef and there are maids who run behind me every time I step out of the room.

Entire pack showers me with love and respect.

I can’t complain about anything.

But when I enter this room, the story turns upside down.

From the day I come to this pack, I never slept a night in peace and every morning I wake up with a lot of bruises and pain all over my body.

But I know he is also suffering.

It’s not Logan is some ruthless person or someone who has no emotion, but he became like this for our past.

This story began five years back.

When I was only sixteen and I lived in my former pack, the Rose heaven pack.

Yes, I was the daughter of Alpha and I used to live like a princess.

That was the day of my sixteenth birthday and my mother was helping me to dress up for my birthday party.