HIS UNWORTHY MATE

CHAPTER 2~DOWNHILLPt1~

⚠️ TW⚠️ This chapter contains a non-con scene and physical abuse please read with caution if sensitive to such content.

~JADE~

My body froze as I registered that my mate just hit me, and a part of me thought my mate wouldn’t ever attack me. It was impossible that Hunter would want to attack me, given how he has never raised a hand at me for the past two years we’ve been together.

But I was deluding myself. Maybe the reason he never hit me for the past two years was because I never gave him a reason to, and now. Now, I gave him every viable reason to want to hurt me, but I still tried convincing myself that he wouldn’t.

My head swung sideways, and echoes of sounds rang repeatedly in my ear. My hands moved out of reflex to grab the cheek Hunter struck, and I let out a wince at the sharp sting that followed. I was not quite sure what happened next, as I remained stuck between getting the ringing sound in my head to stop and hoping the deep cut on my cheeks healed without leaving a scar.

I pull my hand away from my cheek, staring down at my bloodied palm, while I try to comprehend everything that has happened since I opened my eyes in this room. Also, I was trying to fathom how my mate, who had never gotten physically violent with me in the last two years, didn’t even stop to think twice before hitting me.

I heard the commotion all around me but felt stuck in place. I heard Arya's scream as Hunter caught Darren by the throat, and I watched with fear coursing through my body as Hunter bashed Darren’s head against the wall. He growled words I couldn’t make sense of at that moment as he began hitting Darren’s face with heavy blows that could do permanent damage to him. Yet I couldn’t move; I just couldn’t get myself to do anything as I stared at the gruesome scene unfolding before my eyes.

I wasn’t sure how to react because fear had me rooted in place. I didn’t realize how badly I was shaking until a hand struck my face. “You greedy piece of sh*t, why the hell couldn’t you have chosen another man to mess with? Why must it be my boyfriend?” Arya screamed in my face, slapping me, and I moved to grab my cheek.

“What?” I blinked away the tears in my eyes as my brain finally decided to catch up with everything. “I didn’t. I would never do that; why would I?”

“You are so f*****g selfish Jade, Hunter isn’t enough for you, and you went after my boyfriend. Why? What exactly did I do to you to deserve such wickedness?” Arya choked out.

“I didn’t. Arya I would never, I swear, believe me.” My sentence got cut off as an anguished sound echoed through the room, and I turned in the direction of Hunter and Darren.

“Oh my god,” Arya whispered, clapping her hand over her mouth. “He is going to kill him. Do something; your mate is about to kill my boyfriend.” She snapped at me, shoving me towards them.

“Get your mate off my boyfriend; he’s going to kill him,” Arya screams again, and this time, I could make out and understand what she was saying amidst all the recurring noise in my head.

Hunter is an Alpha who has trained almost all his life. I know his strengths and how he is in combat. Darren was no match for him, and we all know that.

“Hunter, please stop. You’ll kill him. Please stop; this is just a misunderstanding; nothing happened. I swear--” Hunter denied me the liberty of completing my sentence as he turned to me and struck me across the face.

The force of his slap knocks me backward, an anguished groan slipping past my lips as I fall sideways, and the foot of the bed frame connects with my left side. Impacting my ribs with a force that cuts all the air out of my lungs momentarily, a silent gasp of pain escapes my airways.

“Stand up.” Hunter yet, and I staggered to my feet, biting back a groan as the pain traveled down my chest.

My body trembled as I tried to compute words in my head. "Hunter, I swear I didn’t; nothing happened between us. I swear, please believe.” I couldn’t get the rest of my words out because he grabbed my neck, pulling my body against his.

I clamp my lips together as the hatred in his eyes burns through my skin. “Nothing happened? You are f*****g naked; I found you naked in bed with him, and you’re telling me nothing happened.” Hunter bellowed; his voice bounced off the walls of the room, and it took everything in me not to fall flat on my ass out of fear.

“I swear I… Nothing…” I tried to speak, but my words came up choked, and barely above a whisper.

“Then explain to me why you’re naked. Explain to me why my mate is f*****g naked in bed with a f*****g Delta, your sister’s boyfriend.” He grabbed my shoulder, and his claws broke through my skin as he shook me vehemently with every word he said.

“Bloody hell, man, you’re hurting her.” Darren’s voice filters through Hunter’s scream, and I shift my gaze to see him standing up on his feet to yank Hunter’s hand away from my shoulder.

“How about you take that anger out on me, man to man? Uhh, what a coward you are, hitting your mate.” Darren yells at Hunter, which earns him a hard punch from Hunter, and the chaos ensues again.

“What now? You’re standing up for her? Do you want to prove to her that you’re a competent man? You had s*x her once, and you’re ready to fight for her. Is her p*ssy that sweet?” Hunter sneers as he throws punch after punch at Darren, who tries his best to defend himself but ends up failing.

He was never a match for Hunter. No one in this pack is a match for Hunter except for his father.

Arya slaps my shoulder again, and my legs move before my brain can register anything she says.

“Hunter… Hunter, baby, please let him go. You'll—you'll kill him, please.”

“Yes, I intend to kill him, and his blood will be on your hands because it’s your bloody fault.” He snaps at me with blazing red eyes. “How dare you beg me to let him go? So, you’re also ready to fight for him, uhh?”

Shaking my head, I took fearful steps back as Hunter turned to face me, and I immediately noticed the heightened anger in his eyes. “You want to take his place; how brave of you to fight for your new darling. Did you enjoy it?” He grabbed my wrist, dragging me closer as I tried to put more distance between us.

“I asked you a question: did you bloody enjoy it?” He growled, tugging on my arm and my body slammed into his chest.

“You can’t speak?” He grabbed my jaw, gripping it with a force that had tears clouding my eyes. “Have you gone mute and can’t talk back anymore? Answer my f*****g questions.” He yelled and the dam broke inside me as tears rushed down my face.

“Did he f**k you that well? Is he a better f**k than I am? Is that why you’re begging me not to kill him? How good was it, uhh? Did your filthy p***y suck him in good? Answer me.” he snarls in my face, and I shake my head frantically, unable to keep my tears locked in.

“No… I don’t…. I don’t remember.” I break down in tears, shaking my head as he doesn’t stop shouting.

Hunter’s depraved laughter echoes in the room at my response.

“You don’t remember?” he asked, laughing with a look of disgust spreading across his face. “You want him to f*ck you again; is that why you say you can’t remember? Did he f*ck you into oblivion?”

I shake my head. No, that wasn’t what I meant. I don’t remember anything that happened between us. I don’t even know if anything happened. How can I answer his questions when I don’t know what happened and don’t feel like something has happened?

“No, no… That’s not…”

“How about I help you? Let me help you remember; then maybe you can finally have the answers to my questions.”

“What? Hunter, what are you?” The rest of my sentence got cut off as he shoved me back with so much force, and I stumbled, falling onto the bed.

“I’ll help you... Let me remind you what it’s like to have your mate f*cked. You spend one night with another man and suddenly lose your memory. Don’t worry, I’ll help.”

I don’t know if it is my shock that glues me in place. My body trembles with dread as Hunter unbuttons his pants and draws out his c*ck.

“Hunter. This is... Do you seriously think this is right?” I all but yell as he steps forward, and I scramble to get out of bed.

“The f*ck you’re running for.” He snarls, his hands gripping my ankle, and he yanks me back. My head slams into the edge of the bed frame, and a cloud of darkness blurs my vision for a minute as Hunter drags me, turning me onto my stomach, and positions himself behind me.

“Since you’ve conveniently lost your memory and can’t remember what happened last night, let me remind you what it’s like to be f*cked by an Alpha. When I am done with you, you’ll tell me who f*cks you better. Me or that filthy Delta?” Hunter whispers in a sinister voice that has my entire body trembling.

“Hunter…” I hear Arya and Darren call him.

“Come on, man, don’t do…”

“STAND DOWN.” Hunter snarls, commanding them in his Alpha voice, and I hear them whimper.

I was trembling, tears freely flowing down my cheeks, and my throat feeling clogged, unable to breathe as the stench of his pheromones permeated the room.

“Hunter, please you... Arkk.” Everything I was about to say was trapped between my airways as my mate rams into me with such force that it rocks me forward.

“SHUT THE HELL UP.” He growls as his hands come forward to grip my throat in a chokehold. Even if I wanted to speak, there was no way I could make a sound or do anything against the Alpha command in his voice.