The Alpha’s Betrayal: Running With his Heir

Chapter 5

Brielle

A maid took me to a room which had a door in the bathroom leading to another room. I was instructed to never open the door. I didn't care about that.

All I thought about was the fact that my mate refused to be my mate, but wanted to use me as a slave. A queen to be seen not heard, and his own personal s*x slave and breeder, who would give him a heir.

I hated this fate. My wolf cried in pain. Never did I think I woukd be destined for this kind of fate. I never wanted this fate for me.

I always felt I would be with our beta's son, but he chose Anna over me.

Even my own mate didn't want me.

I was useless, and would be doomed to be the Alpha's property.

I could barely sleep as I thought about being tied to this fate after tomorrow for the rest of my life.

Even as the maids all rushed into my room in the morning to get me ready for the wedding.

Even as I became the world's most beautiful woman ever. Even as I was walked to meet The king at the alter. I couldn't think of anything apart of my fate.

Maybe he would grow to want me.

My wolf said, but I shook my head.

I didn't want to fill myself with unnecessary hope. He could never want me.

But deep down I hoped he would.

Vows were said, cheers were made, I became queen and wife of the Alpha king, and the most I could do was to fake a smile.

He introduced me to all the Alphas under him and I did what I ought to do. Smile and wave.

Because that was all I am. A pretender.

After I met everyone I was supposed to, it was time for the after party. The time he was going to claim me was getting closer, and I could feel nothing but fear as the time came closer and closer.

Maybe that was all he needed to realise he wanted me. I faked a happy mood. Maybe when he mates me, he would find out he wants me.

He leaned into me, and I buried all the butterflies I got as his eyes pierced into mine. "Go with the maids and get ready for me. I'll be there in ten."

But the party just started, but I withheld myself and did as he said, but before seeing the most beautiful woman I've ever seen walk up to him.

Was that the reason he didn't want to be with me? Because of her? Tears threatened to drop from my eyes but I blinked it back. I couldn't risk ruining my make up.

He was just my mate, nothing else. He didn't love me, and I most certainly didn't love him.

But why did it hurt?

The maids and I were now in the room, and as they made sure to put on make up and rid me of every single body hair, I familiarised myself with the idea of what was going to happen.

People have s*x all the time. I have never had it, but it wasnt a big deal, or that's what they said.

It doesn't matter, I told myself. It's just s*x.

But fear and nervousness held me tight. What if I wasn't good enough? What if he didn't like it?

What if it was painful?

"We are done, miss."

The maids stepped away, leaving me to stare at the mirror.

I was dressed in a red pin under lingerie, and my breasts were pushed up, my n*****s visible through the net material.

My crotch was also see through and I took it all in petrified of how I looked.

The king was going to see me like this?

A knock came from the joint door, and my heart raced with fear as all the maids scrambled away, leaving me staring at the door from the edge of the bed, thinking of how to run away and avoid the fate that was about to befall me this evening.

But it was it was too late, and the door swung open, revealing the king, clad in his ceremonial wear as he was dressed for the wedding.

His eyes drank me in as he took sharp strides towards me and I shivered with an unexplainable need to feel his arms all over me.

His eyes paused at my exposed n*****s and I swallowed as they dipped low to my baby smooth p***y and I saw his throat work.

"Turn around." He commanded, and I did as he told, turning slowly.

I felt his stare at my ass, and I felt incredibly self conscious under his stare.

His hand pushed my back so I was arched, my elbows on the bed, but my ass up in the air and I gulped as I felt air hit my exposed p***y.

I could feel his eyes scanning my opening, and a low growl leaving in his lips.

His finger looped through the net, and in a swift movement, the sound of fabric tearing filled the room and air touched my exposed body.

He ripped the fabric. Now exposed, I tried to cover up, but he put my hands above my head, pinning me down so I could feel his crotch on my exposed p***y.

"Don't cover up for me, I want to see everything." He commanded and I felt a foreign reaction in my p***y at those words.

His finger touched my p***y softly and I gasped, the sensation foreign, but the best thing I've ever felt.

I was a complete virgin. I was saving myself for my mate.

But I never imagined it would be like this.

His finger sunk into me and a tiny sound left my lips as the foreign feeling took a hold of me.

"You are so f*****g tight. " He whispered and he moved his finger slowly, sending waves of pleasure through me.

The sound left my lips again and I found myself almost meeting his movements until I held myself back.

"I had no idea you were untouched." He slipped in a second finger and a loud sound left my lips, louder than the last one and my face reddened in embarrassment and i used my hand to block my mouth and prevent any future sounds, although it was hard as he moved his fingers faster.

"So f*****g tight. How would I fit in there?" He moved faster and now I was letting out loud sounds, my shame dropping as I swam in pleasure, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

They were right. s*x was the best thing ever, and I wasnt even having it yet.

I felt a build in my lower abdomen, bit I felt it stop as he withdrew his finger, and I whimpered in loss.

"Oh don't worry, little mate."

The sound of his buckle dropping to the floor filled me with fear yet need.

"We are going to do the main one now."

I swallowed, but I found myself biting my lips as his tip rubbed around my wetness.

His fingers found my n*****s as he softly pressed into me, and I tensed.

"Now let me warn you, this may hurt a bit."

And he forcefully slammed into me, and a cry left my lips.

That didn't hurt a bit. It hurt a lot.