Tried to run away

IMOGEN POV

I sat down on the floor. I was now all alone. Mom and dad gone.

It still feels like a dream to me but I had no choice than to accept this cruel reality.

I wiped my tears. I wasn’t going to shed any more tears.

Stupid. This is so stupid.

She sold me out. Fucking sold me out.

It hurt like hell. The door opened again and I didn’t bothered looking up since I already know who it was.

“Damsel!” He called. My eyes widened. Just one person call me that.

But how did he get in.

“Marcel!” I called and looked up. It was really him. Marcel smiled at me, nose grazing against mine.

“Marcel!!” I called and ran to him. “Damsel…” he muttered back. I ran to him and let his mighty arm wrapped around me.

“I won’t let him hurt you, I promise. I’m sorry for coming late”

That was the assurance I needed.

And then as if kissing me would make up for everything, he pressed his lips to mine, grabbing me gently and pulling me to him.

Just as I was about to reciprocate the kiss, he was ripped from me and thrown against the wall. He hit it with a thud and fell right onto the floor.

Nelson stood in front of me, back muscles rippling against his shirt, staring at the man who had touched his mate.

He scooped him up by his neck, thrust him against the wall again, and held him there. This time, he held nothing back. His claws pierced his skin, and blood ran down Marcel’s neck and stained his white shirt.

“Marcel!”

My eyes widened as I watched Marcel squirm in Nelson death grip, trying so desperately to breathe and to get out of his hold, but he was too weak.

“Please stop!” I cried out.

Pinning him to the wall, Nelson stepped closer, his lips next to Marcel ear.

“What did I fucking tell you?” he asked, voice impeccably calm.

Marcel didn’t say anything.

“I told you not to touch my fucking mate again, didn’t I?”

Marcel grasped his wrists, but Nelson just tightened his grip. His biceps flexed hard, and his canines lengthened past his lips.

“Didn’t I?”

When Marcel still didn’t say anything, Nelson squeezed his neck harder.

I yanked his arm away. “Nelson, stop. You will kill him. I promise to go with you. Please don’t hurt him. Please stop.”I pleaded but he didn’t.

“Nelson .”

His eyes were gold. Pure wolfish gold. I didn’t know what to do to get him to calm down. He will kill him at this rate and I didn’t want him to die.

“Alpha,” I said, hoping to the Goddess that he’d stop. His eyes softened at the mention of it. “Let him go.”

“So you can let him fuck you?” He growled.

“No pls. I won’t do that,” I said. “Now, stop it.”

Nelson lared at Marcel , whose cheeks had turned purple. “Pathetic.” He gave him one last shove against the wall. “Next time you think about touching my mate, I will snap your fucking neck.”

Nelson stepped back, and Marcel fell to the ground again.

“Leave!” He yelled. Marcel didn’t wait for another order before he shuffled out of the room, holding his neck and slamming the door shut.

“What’s wrong with you! You would have killed him!” I yelled.

“You belong to me” he said through his teeth. “We leave in five minutes.”

Before he walked out of the room, I grabbed his arm. “Please don’t hurt Marcel. I promise to stay away”

He growled lowly, baring his canines at me, his mate. “He will pay for touching what’s mine all this while” He stepped closer to me, towering over me and making me feel terrifyingly small.

But something about his possessiveness made me weak for him.

“You’re over the top and out of fucking control.”

“Out of control?” He stepped toward me again, a sinister look in his eye.

I never thought I would see it, but it was there. The look of a god, the look of war, the look of utter chaos. I sucked in a breath, never having been turned on at the sight of such a man.

He snatched my jaw and gently caressed my cheek with his thumb. “Imogen, you have not seen me out of control.” He was deathly calm, and it scared me more than it should have. “If I were out of control, you would be on your knees with my cock down this throat of yours”—he trailed his fingers down the column of my throat—“until you were gasping for breath.”

My wolf purred at the thought, but I didn’t want her to feel anything toward such a violent, savage creature even if he could make us feel so much while barely touching us.

“If you are anything like the man you were earlier when you had Marcel’s throat in your hands, I’m sure I’d be highly disappointed. That wasn’t dominance; that was called being fucked u—”

He snatched my throat in his hand, squeezing lightly.

“You want to see me out of control, Imogen?” he asked, lips grazing against mine. As his hardness pressed against my stomach, I clenched. “Get on your knees.”

My breath caught in my throat, and I parted my lips to speak. But I couldn’t say a word. Goddess, I wanted this more than anything. He pushed me away slightly, his eyes a mix of gold and brown.

“Knees,” he said. “Before I have to push you down onto them.”

I boldly brushed my fingers against the front of his pants and swore to myself at how big he felt inside of them. All I could picture was him inside of me, thrusting in and out until I could barely stand.

He suddenly lowered his hand, and I stumbled down onto my knees, my face close to his crotch. This was wrong. So wrong. But damn, did it make me feel good to be with someone who knew exactly what I wanted.

“Unzip my pants.”

My heart was racing, and I didn’t know what to say. All I knew was that my pussy was pulsing and that heat was crawling up my body until I felt like I was on fire. I willingly unzipped his black jeans and stared at his hard cock through a pair of gray briefs.

I didn’t care how long I’d known him or how much I hated him at that moment. I couldn’t think about anything other than the ache growing between my legs, the heat festering inside of me, my wolf begging me to please our mate like he had pleased us last night.

He pulled down his briefs, his cock springing out of them.

My pussy tightened at the sight. “Out of control,” I said, sneering up at him. I wanted him to get angry, wanted him to show me what he looked like when he was out of control.

“This is out of control, Imogen.” He grabbed his cock and rubbed it against my lips, and then he snatched my chin and the top of my head and pulled me toward him, making me take his length in my mouth.

He pushed himself into me ruthlessly, immediately hitting the back of my throat. I pushed my hands against his thighs, gagging.

But he refused to move, just stayed there and said, “All the way down.”

I furrowed my brows together and pushed more of him down my throat until my lips were at the base of his cock.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath. “Just like that.”

He pushed his hips closer to my lips and thrust in and out of my mouth. I dug my nails into his thighs, my core warming. Goddess, nothing had ever felt so good. All I wanted was for him to touch me and my pussy again, rub it until I screamed.

With every thrust, he became rougher, and he tightened his hand around my neck. “Fuck, my cock feels so good down your throat.” He took my hand and placed it against my throat, holding his hand over it and making me feel him inside.

I moaned on his cock, a wave of pleasure rolling through me. I pressed my thighs together and moved my hips side to side, trying to ease the throbbing between them.

He pushed himself all the way down my throat and stilled. “Let me see your eyes.”

I gazed up at him through teary eyes and pushed a hand into my pants.

His eyes flashed gold, and he pulled his cock out of me. “Look at you. Loved it so much, you can’t even resist touching yourself for me.” He swept his thumb against my bottom lip. “You want more, don’t you, pretty?” he asked.

I growled under my breath—my wolf taking control—and rubbed my clit in quick, rough circles.

“What do you say?”

“Fuck you,” I said, spit dripping down my chin. My nipples were pressing hard against my bra, and all I wanted was for him to reach down and tug on them. Touch me in any way he wanted.

“You say, Yes, Alpha.” He grabbed my chin harsher in his hand. He shoved himself down my throat, and I clenched. “Let’s try it again.”

“Alpha,” someone said from outside the door. Again??

I groaned inwardly.

He curled his fingers in my hair, gently tugging on it. He stared down at me, jaw tight, ignoring the man. My eyes watered when I looked up at him. Moon Goddess, I fucking loved this.

“Alpha,”The male voice called again.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I gasped for breath. I posted my hands on the ground and looked down, chest rising and falling. He brushed a finger under my chin and lifted until I was gazing up into his bold brown eyes.

Why did I feel so good?

“What, Carl ?” he asked harshly.

There was a pause.

“Sandra arrived already!”

His eyes immediately softened.

Sandra? Who was Sandra ? And why was she calling my mate?

He released my chin from his hand, redid his pants, and walked to the door. Leaving me kneeling on my bedroom floor for him.

Fuck!!!

What just happened?. Why can’t I seem to control myself around him?

I stood up and noticed the window of the court yard that was opened.

Why didn’t I noticed before now?

This was my perfect time to escape. I can’t spend my own life with me.

I don’t even know him. Someone like him can’t be trusted. He was dangerous and I need to get away from him now that I can.

Without any other thoughts, I move towards the window. I looked around to be sure no one was closed by. I climbed down successfully.

I darted to the bush and then a little beyond it.

This was my only chance to escape and I had to take it not thinking of what will happen when my mate find out I’m missing. For a few minutes, I padded on the forest grain. When I thought I was very far away from him, I darted in the opposite direction.

I wasn’t the kind who could be kept like a slut or a mistress. The need to get away as far as possible, drove me hard despite my feet hurting. I wish I could shift.

Branches and thorns snapped on my skin angrily as if angry that I was disturbing their peace.

It was not long when I heard a dangerous feral growl. “Darn!” I deadpanned. I picked up my speed and started running away from the direction where the growl emanated.

However, it wasn’t too long when I heard another growl followed by a grunt coming in front of me. A rogue wolf. If the beast scented me, it would maul me in no time.

Dead twigs broke as clops of paws neared. I knew it was impossible to outsmart rogue. I was already breathless. There was blood on my legs and feet. And I knew he might had smelled it.

I came up with thousands of regrets.

I wanted to assure myself that I was also a werewolf but who was I kidding?

Of course I’m weak and I couldn’t shift.

The growl was so near that I screamed. I jumped over a log in front of me to save myself and ran some more until an agonized yell sounded in the distance followed by blood curdling growls and gurgling sounds. Realization took hold as my stomach knotted and heart pounded against my ribcage.

I was surrounded.

By Rogues.

What was I trying to outsmart? My shoulders drooped in a defeat. Frustration mounted because I know I won’t be able to defend myself. I whipped my head frantically wondering what to do next.