His, Forever

Chapter 2: Forced

Olivia's P.O.V

It's been forty minutes since, he threw me in to the passenger seat of his car and drove off without a word. I don't know where we are and to be honest, I'm afraid to ask. I lean my head against cold glass window and simply watch as the continuous darkness passes by. 

Since we've been in the car, he hasn't looked at me once, his eyes completely fixated on the road. It gives me the perfect view of his perfect features though. His chiselled jaw, straight sculpted nose and sharp hairline cut to perfection. His brows furrow and is face scrunches up, looking like he is having an internal conversation with his wolf. 

I watch as his face contorts into different emotions, anger, frustration, confusion and I swear that I saw a tiny glimpse of sadness. Aria whines in the back of my mind wanting to comfort her mate and she battles with me, trying to take over. My eyes shift between their normal shade of chocolatey brown, to pure black.

 Without realising, my hand makes it way to his and I gently brush the soft skin of his hand with my thumb, creating small soothing circles. I always used to do this to my little brother, whenever I had to put him to bed or calm him down and it worked every time.

I notice how his black eyes flicker back to their original dark shade of cerulean blue. I try and test my limits by moving my hand up to shoulder and sliding to the back of his neck. I lean forward and place a small kiss on his cheek. I let my lips linger there for a second and his whole body stiffens under my touch. 

As if a bucket of cold water splashes over him, he pushes me away from him with such a force that my head collides with the window causing it to crack.. He turns right, sharply, and I'm glad I'm wearing my seat belt, otherwise I feel like I would have been thrown out the dash board window. 

I can't help but feel a pang of hurt in my heart from the sudden rejection from my mate.

I shuffle as far away from him that I possibly can and continue to stare outside the window. I notice a huge house in the distance. Actually, house is the wrong name, more like palace. 

He turns into the long driveaway and I look back to see the iron gates slam shut, destroying any chance of escaping. The house is a pack house I'm guessing and it's the dead of night so there's hardly any lights on. 

My mate has the same cold look on his face, that's he's been wearing all night and he presses a small button on the side of the steering wheel which opens a huge steel door in front of us.I take another quick glance of my surrounding and quickly figure out that escaping is completely out of my options as we are completely surrounded by miles and miles of forest. 

He slowly drives into, what I'm guessing is a garage, and parks besides a huge black van. I  take a look at the various types of vehicles around me, cars, vans, trucks and even a helicopter parked on the grass, just outside. My chances of escaping are looking slimmer and slimmer, and I jump up in my seat as the huge steel door behind us shuts close.

It's clear from the heavy amount of expensive transport and the huge house that's he's rich and important. I already know he's an Alpha from the powerful aura he's emitting. The slight glance from him, makes me shudder and feel like I should submit to him.

He swings his car door open and walks around to open my door. Picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder, he completely disregards my complaints and pleas for him to stop. He kicks the door in front of him open, and carries me into the huge mansion.

 I can hear the faint sound of people chattering coming from the other room, so I open my mouth to scream for help, but he clamps his large hand over my mouth. 

He walks up four flights of stairs, before walking down a long corridor and opening the door, right at the end. The door leads to the grandest room I've ever seen. 

There's a large king-sized poster bed in the middle, a set of dressers along the side and a desk in the left-hand corner. There were two separate rooms, one being a walk in closet and the other being a bathroom. 

Using all the force he has, he throws me onto the bed, making me gasp in shock. I look his face, shock plastered on mine, as climbs on top of me. He buries his face in the nape of my neck and says the words, that will forever haunt me. 

"I don't want you, but I need you." He starts to place rough kisses all over my neck whilst I lay there frozen, still reeling from his unexpected words. His kisses start to move up towards my face and he suddenly stops, simply hovering over my lips and staring deep into my eyes. 

My deep brown ones connecting with his black ones, filled with lust. That scares me the most, knowing that his wolf is in control at this moment.

"Tell me your name, little mate." He ordered and for some reason I couldn't find my voice.

"Don't tell me you're mute as well as stupid." His words were tiny daggers, continuously stabbing me in the chest. I didn't understand why he was being like this. I thought that he would be happy to have found his mate. 

The one thing I learnt during those stupid werewolf lessons at school was that every wolf desires a mate and once they find them, they love them with all their heart. Nothing can compare to the feeling of the mate pull, the moon goddess herself grants each wolf a mate in order to make sure the werewolf race never becomes extinct.

 As soon as you find your mate, your first instinct is to mate and mark your mate straight away.

"It's Olivia." I stuttered and his face dropped for a second. He quickly covered it up with a wicked smirk, then leaned in close and devoured my lips with his own. I closed my lips as tight as I could, restricting his tongue from entering my mouth. Even though the feeling of his lips on mine felt indescribable, I knew that this was wrong.

His tight grip on my waist and the way he has me pinned to bed just made it all seemed forced. It seemed to piss him off because he bit my lip harshly, causing it to bleed in order to delve his tongue further into my mouth. He kissed me hard, cutting off my airway, and not even seeming to care about the fact that I couldn't breathe. 

Finally he pulled away, allowing me to take a breathe, but then he ripped my skirt throwing it across the room. I watched as the shredded material landed on the floor and he did the same to my top before his callous fingers started making their way down to my cleavage. He began groping my breasts and I whined in protest but he continued to ignore me.

He bit down on my breasts, sucking it to soothe the pain, then repeating the process. He continued to kiss and suck on my body starting from the bottom of my stomach to the top of my neck, causing his mark to appear almost everywhere. 

I started to kick and squirm in his arms, when the training my dad taught me before passing away, started to come into my mind and I remember him telling the weak points for male wolves: neck, nose, knees and groin.

His entire face was too busy focused on my breasts and his knees were too far down for me to reach, so that just left his d**k. If I moved slightly to the left it would put my body in the perfect position so I could knee him hard.

I lifted my knee up slowly, whilst he was distracted with forming a hickey on my neck, and I kicked him in his d**k making him grunt in anguish. I tried to run and lifted myself off the bed, whilst he was distracted, but I clearly misjudged his strength and he recovered quickly. 

He grabbed my arm harshly, pulling me towards him and forcing me down. 

"You really shouldn't have done that! I was going to take it slow but that was asking for it" He snarled, before proceeding with tearing my panties off then ripping his own clothes off.

"Please! Don't." I begged, and I half expected him to realise how insane he was and stop, but instead he just chucked wickedly. 

He bent down close to my ear and whispered. "I like it when you beg, but it's not going to help you. I told you, you're mine and I'm going to show everyone who you belong to." 

He started to suck on the soft spot on my neck and I soon realized what he was doing. 

"No, no please no." I screamed but it was no use. He scraped his canines where my mark was meant to be and pierced the skin, brutally. I tried to scream but the pain was too much, I couldn't even bring myself to speak.

Marking a wolf is meant to happen at the peak of a she-wolves c****x, so the pain would quickly subside into pleasure. It's also meant to be consensual and a symbol of love but this is just to show everyone and myself that I belong to him.

Soon, the pain started to subside with pleasure but then he forced himself into me. I could feel my innocence being torn away as blood trickle down my thighs and he started to thrust into me.

 My mate, my one true love was r****g me, hurting me and he didn't care. The pain quickly took over and I soon started to black out. 

The last thing I remember was my mate whispering into my ear "You are mine Liv, forever."