CHAPTER 2

　　The clock ticks midnight and I hurry out of the bed, gripping the silk fabric of my nightie. 　　He'll be here soon. The thought of that makes my heart give a crazy thud against my chest. 　　The head maid, Mary, had been very specific about the time of his arrival. 　　Yeah, I realized why she's dressed differently and has that rigid aura around her. She's the head maid and has worked the longest here in the Packhouse. 　　She also mentioned that I have to look soft and accessible. I shouldn't question him and I should do whatever he asks. With no delay. 　　He hates delay. I can get killed for it. 　　She also said — 　　"Get out!" A rigorous, deep, and fierce masculine voice yells outside the door. 　　I hear footsteps scurrying away. Is it the soldiers the head maid Mary placed at my door to keep me from running away? Who just gave them that order to leave? 　　The doorknob turns and the door opens. I gulp repeatedly, intertwining my clammy, shaky fingers. 　　A man walks inside and shuts the door behind him. Bolts and locks the door with a key. Watching him stirs a tide of panic inside me. It gets worse when he finally turns and I'm staring at his face. 　　I've always considered myself to be tall. A 5'6 tall is a big deal in the slum area I come from. Maybe because the girls there are mostly 5'4. 　　I'm one of the tallest. Never have I thought I'd see myself as short. Not until now. 　　I strain my neck to look at his face. Getting dominated by his tall and broad physique. Feeling like a gust of wind next to him. I can't help but nurture an intense fear and feeling of insignificance. 　　His shredded body gives off a menacing aura. Long, dark hair falls in wet curls to his shoulder and upper back. Forest green eyes that hold the most horrifying depth of coldness I've ever seen are pinned on me. He's clad in briefs and a coat. The dark hairs around his chest are the most appealing sight. 　　His oval-shaped face has a little stubble. They're rough but not in a dirty way. Instead, it gives him a more rugged look. Rugged and sexy…My God, I can't believe I just thought of him as sexy. 　　Here and right now, I understand why he's rumored to be the coldest monster, and yet girls flock to him. Why won't they, when he's blessed with such gorgeous looks? 　　And that's rich, coming from my prudish mind because I haven't as much crush on any guy. Ever. 　　The man in front of me, however, isn't just a guy. He's a man. Like some deity. Not finding him charming will be a sin. 　　He's like a rough mixture of excitement and terror. You want to go closer out of excitement but you fear you may get burned by the fierceness in his green eyes so you take multiple steps backward. You cower from him. Like I'm doing right now. 　　Watching the nerves twitch around his taut muscles is both fascinating and terrifying. I almost jump out of my skin as he lets out a rumbling growl. 　　"What the fuck are you still waiting for?!" 　　"Hu — huh?" I'm all shades confused and terrified. What do I do now? Right. Mary said when he comes in, I have to… 　　"Take off your nightie!" 　　Right. I have to take off my…" What?!" I blurt out as it dawns heavily on me. 　　Listening to the head maid Mary read out the instructions was roughly a few minutes and I nodded to everything because of how nervous I was. I didn't realize what she was implying. Or what my life has just turned into. Or what being a breeder exactly meant. 　　Right now, it's crashing into my head and shoving reality down my throat. My first reaction is an unhinged panic. 　　I race to the bed, holding my nightie real tight. "No…" not this again. Not another rape attempt. Father has done enough to traumatize me. I don't need another incident to add to my trauma. 　　He stiffens. Full brows raise slowly to heighten his menacing effect. "What did you just say?" 　　"No. Don't do this. Don't — don't rape me. Please…" 　　"Rape you?" He repeats with a deep guttural voice. "What the hell? I'm not trying to rape you. I'm trying to fuck you. As I should." 　　"No…please don't…" I cover my body with the duvet, shaking terribly. 　　"What's going on here?" He breathes in harshly. A few water drops leave his hair as his fingers rake through it. "I don't understand. Ain't you supposed to be my breeder? The one I paid a million dollars for?" 　　"A what?" Oh, goddess. Father sold me for a million dollars?! A million dollars! That's more than all the cash I've ever seen in my nineteen years of existence. 　　"Are you her or not?!" 　　"I am." God, he's terrifying. I gulp and clear my throat. "I am, but —" 　　"No more buts. Take off that damn nightie or I'm gonna rip you apart!" 　　"Please, don't hurt me." I plead, bawling my eyes out. "I'll do anything you want but don't hurt me. Don't kill me…" 　　"You have ten seconds." He says, taking off his coat and his briefs. There's no hesitation on his part. He seems ready for whatever is about to happen. 　　I feel my eyes almost fall off at the sight of his cock. Huge. Swollen. Scary. With a pink head that seems wet. 　　"Two seconds!" 　　"God!" I quickly take off my nightie, tossing it to the floor. I watch him join me on the bed and a shriek leaves my mouth as he pulls my legs, wrapping them around his torso. 　　"You won't be needing your mouth tonight so why l don't I seal it off?" He gags me with a piece of clothing. "There, swallow those damn shrieks!" 　　My screams and pleadings are muffled. Tears cloud my vision but I can still see his taut face and feel his fingers pumping in and out of my pussy. 　　It hurts. God, it hurts. There's no pleasure in this. It's just raw, spine-tearing pain. I thrash slightly at the pain but he's not even the least fazed. 　　"You're fucking tight. You've never been fucked?" 　　I try to answer but he doesn't seem like he needs a reply. The next second, he's slipping inside me. His cock tears through the clenched walls of my pussy, stealing a deafening scream from me. 　　Even with my mouth gagged, my screams still make their way out in a more muffled tone. I jerk from the bed but firm hands pin me back to it. 　　"Stay down for fuck's sake!" He seethes. His pace increases in an unhinged urgency and I feel intense pain slicing through every inch of my body. 　　Hot tears roll down my eyes as I get ravaged by his cock. His grunts are loud and raspy. Soon, I feel him releasing some hot fluid inside me. Just the same time I get a mind-blowing shattering feeling, leaving me almost breathless and weak in the knees. 　　He tries to pull away and I subconsciously cling to him. My wolf had pushed me to and she's stirring up at the back of my mind. There's an electrifying sensation pulling me to him. 　　"Mate." My wolf declares excitedly. 　　Even with the fuzziness around my head and my pain-clouded mind, I still hear her loud and clear. 　　"Mate." She repeats. 　　What? 　　"Let go of me!" He barks, taking my grip off him. 　　He gets down from the bed and quickly dresses up. I'm almost convulsing from crying and he's not even the least bothered. Not the slightest. 　　"I hope you get pregnant after this night so we won't have to meet again. You're fucking irritating. Can't believe I wasted that much money on you…" 　　He continues his verbal onslaught as he leaves the room, slamming the door so hard. 　　I curl in the bed, wincing from the excruciating pain I'm feeling and trying to understand what just happened to me. 　　Did I really just get mated to Alpha Ace? Why does he not feel it? Or am I wrong? Is my wolf wrong? He may not really be my mate. That's why he doesn't feel the bond at all. That's why he can inflict this much pain on me and not be a bit remorseful for it. 　　I spent the night crying my heart out and hugging the pillows tightly. It's the only way I know to ease the pain in my heart and body.