3: Banished
1674 Words
Freya
We walked until we were far away from the noise, I could finally feel the night’s cool breeze on my face. I couldn’t enjoy it because of what was about to go down. I was suddenly nervous.
“What’s your name?” I asked him, as he led us both to a clearing with a car packed close to the trees so it was partly hidden.
“Strangers about to f**k themselves,” he replied, referencing our first conversation.
“Do you live here?” I asked, looking around. There was no sign of a house.
“No, why?”
“I thought you were taking me to your house?”
“You were f*****g that dead guy up on the wall, but want me to take you to my house?” It was hard to read his expression in the dark.
“Then where are we going to? I don’t see a hotel around here. I don’t see anything but trees and that—” I realized where we were headed. “Car.”
“Look here stranger, I’m not wasting money on a hotel for you. We either f**k in y car or not at all. The choice is yours.”
There was no need to worry about my pride and dignity at this point, I’ve let myself go so much in this quest of mine.
“Car it is.”
“Good choice.” He opened the back door and ushered me.
I sat down there in complete silence, unsure of what to do and scared that he’d find out that I was the kind of woman he hated the most. Inexperienced.
There was a bottle of gin on the floor so I picked it up and gulped down as much as I could before he got in the car with me.
I tugged the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, then pulled down my pants. I was nothing in my underwear.
“There’s nothing to work with, it’s a good thing I’m honey as shit.” If I didn’t need him as much as I did, I’d sucker punch him in the face.
My boobs were not big, but at least I was a decent B-cup. I forced the urge to put my hands on my chest.
“Let’s get this over with.” I relaxed into the seat and spread my legs.
True enough he was hard. His fingers caressed my inner thighs but I pressed it close when they tried to get into panties. “No foreplay, that’s not what we’re here for.”
He looked at me, amused. If he found my demands strange he said nothing. Instead, he positioned himself in front of me, holding his huge d**k in his hand as he entered me in one clean thrust.
My piercing scream filled the car, “f**k!” I didn’t think it’d hurt this bad.
“You’re a virgin,” He said like it was some curse.
“Not anymore,” I looked away and held my tears in. “Get on with it.”
He did like I told him and f****d me countless times, that kill must’ve really made him horny. It was almost morning by the time I slipped out of the car and made my way home. My entire body was sore but at least, I wasn’t getting married to that monster.
***
The wedding was awfully close and I hadn’t told my father that I was no longer chaste. Every time I tried to tell him, I chickened out at the last minute. I couldn’t bring myself to.
I had only a day left before I would be bundled to the altar. This was my last chance to redeem myself. I decided to tell after cleaning the entire house like Britany had instructed. She was treating me like a slave because after my wedding she wouldn’t be able to.
It felt like life was draining from me as I cleaned the house. I felt super tired and nauseous. I hadn’t been able to stomach my breakfast and had thrown up the contents in the bathroom. I tried to fight it through but I blacked out as I was scrubbing the floors and woke up in the clinic.
I’ve only been here a couple times but the plain white walls were seared into my memory. I sat up, surprised by my father pacing the room and Britany trying to calm her down.
“What happened?”
Father grabbed my shoulders shaking me vigorously. “How can you be pregnant a day before your wedding? How could you do this to me! I warned you, Freya.”
“Baby, please calm down,” Britany touched his arm. “We’re outside, there’s no need to cause a scene.
“I can’t be pregnant,” My hand went straight to my belly. “It must be a mistake father, it’s not possible.”
My mind went back to that night, we had used a condom all the times we f****d, so how was it possible that I was now with child. I only just turned 18, and I couldn’t even take care of myself.
“What am I supposed to do?” he roared, they’ve already sent their representative to make sure everything goes to plan. How am I supposed to face Damon, he’ll think I’m challenging him. This silly girl has put our pack at risk!”
“Orson.” My step mum used her diplomatic voice which meant she was relishing her position as the Luna of the pack. “I’ll go see the representative when we go back to the palace and explain everything.”
Father turned to me, tears already streaming down my face. “You’re a bloody disgrace.” Then he stormed out.
Britany held my arm tightly as we left the clinic, probably because she was afraid that I would make an attempt to run away. I couldn’t even leave if I wanted to. My head was trying to comprehend the situation.
My intention was to stop the marriage, not to carry the child of some stranger that I’ll never see again. I didn’t even know his name, or what pack he was from. I was left on the floor in front of Father’s throne when we got back to the palace.
“I’m sorry father,” I started to plead with him. “I didn’t mean for this to happen,” I cried.
He rushed to where I sat on the floor and started beating me. “Look how you’ve ruined my plan. All you had to do was keep your f*****g legs closed, was that really had to do? You’re just a slut like your mother, I guess the apple does not fall far from the tree.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I just didn’t want to get married, this was not supposed to happen.”
By now the news was spread like wildfire that I was getting married to Alpha Damon. While I’d avoided the marriage it cost me something more, my life.
“How am I supposed to face the people now? My own daughter was found pregnant a day before her wedding. How am I supposed to uphold the moral institution of the pack?”
“Everyone will laugh at us behind our backs,” Hartley said from where she stood watching everything uphold. “How am I supposed to get married now?”
My father’s voice towered above everyone else’s. “Who is the father of the child. Tell me and I might spare you. The least we can do you is marry you off to him instead of bearing the shame of having a pregnant mateless daughter under my roof.”
I was doomed. “Father…” It was hard to bring myself to tell the truth.
“Speak! You’ll get married to him tomorrow, that’s the only solution to this mess.”
“I…I don’t know his name,” I stuttered. “I met him for the first time at the party.”
This earned me a slap, “You gave yourself to someone you don’t even know? Not only are you useless, but you’re shameless and a disgrace to this community.”
“I’m so sorry, I wish I hadn’t gone there in the first place.” It was too late, some mistakes could not be remedied and I learned that the hard.
“You will leave this pack at once! I never want to see you again.”
“You’re banishing me?” I went on my knees. “But my family is here, I don’t know anyone else. I’ll go back there and find him, please give me a chance Father.”
The chances of ever seeing the stranger were slim but I had to try. I had nowhere to go outside of this pack, I had no one else. How was I supposed to go through the pregnancy alone? I had zero knowledge of what it meant to be a mother.
“Shameless, just like your mother. Leave this place before I have them drag you out.”
I grabbed onto his leg. “Father, you can’t throw me out. I have nowhere else to go.”
“Try to remember that next time you’re opening your legs for a stranger like the w***e that you are! Get her out of my sight!”
His guards dragged me out of his palace despite all my pleas. I never imagined that I’d end like this. All I wanted was my freedom, and now I lost my life. Where was I supposed to go from here?
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