Mated To The Alpha's Son: A Stepmother's Sin

Denae glanced at the man she had loved for years, tears in her eyes as he rammed into her. Her body was pressed against the cold walls; naked, bare to the eyes of the darkness that surrounded them. Out of all the ways she thought doom would reign over her life, this wasn’t apart of them…this was far worse. A father and a son…they both were alike, but despite loving this boy, he was worse. The mate bond between them seemed to mean nothing to him, but then again, why should it mean anything? Denae’s hand pressed against his chest, her thigh ~which he held open~ shaking like a leaf. “Slow down…Zaid.” “Slow down?” He grabbed her hand, pinning it against the wall. “Is that what you tell father when he’s f*cking into you? Do you tell him to slow down too?” “Zai~” “Shut up! Shut that stupid mouth of yours before I stuff my c*ck in it. You wanted this…if you didn’t, then you wouldn’t have willingly spread your legs every time I call for you. You act like a wh*re, mother…how is it a sin to treat you like one?” More tears dripped down Denae’s cheeks as she looked away from him. He wasn’t wrong, it was all true. She was a slut…a woman married to the heartless father and mated to the ruthless son…how did her life ever turn out like this? No, the real question was ‘why?’ Why did her life turn out like this? Fate was so cruel to her… She had been just 18 years old when she was taken from her pack’s safe house and transferred to this one. She had been an alpha’s daughter; a precious omega, but her title had died when Zaid’s father had waged war against her pack and came out victorious. He killed her father, her mother and most of the people she knew and then turned her into a trophy for it all. But from the very day she came here; to this wretched pack, she had known that the heartless alpha’s son was her mate. He was just a child; 9 years old, he hadn’t known a thing about the bond they’d later share, but while suffering in a marriage she didn’t want to be apart of, that smiling child gave her a glimpse of hope… ‘Perhaps he could save her’ she had many times thought…but now that he was grown, she found that he could, but he wouldn’t… He hated her guts, he thought she was filthy, but again, he wasn’t wrong…She had been forced to sleep with his father multiple times, he had heard it, seen those filthy marks his father sometimes left on her skin, seen her kiss him, hug him… It all must’ve been painful for him to watch. His stepmother, no, his dad’s favorite wife was his mate. He must feel like he was being punished for a sin he didn’t commit. But even though he hated her, even though he treated her like a slut, the love in Denae’s heart for him did not waver nor did it falter. He was a diamond in her eyes, a man that made her heart flutter every time he looked her way, a man whose words could unravel her, break her and then put her right back together. Goddess…he meant so much to her...it didn’t matter just how cold he was, what mattered was the fact that he wanted her enough to f*ck her… Turning her face back towards him, Denae moaned; there was pleasure, there was pain and there was love in her eyes as she stared at him. “You can treat me however you want…I’ll always be here for you, Zaid.” He glared at her, giving her one particularly hard thrust that had her crumbling against him. Her body shook as she came, but halfway through it, he let go of her hands and roughly grabbed onto her face…holding it in place as he spoke. “Shut up…you sound like the mother I never f*cking had.” He rammed into her again and continued to, throwing her into a sea of pleasure that kept suffocating her. “Z-Zaid…stop…I…” She gripped at his shoulders, using him as an anchor to keep her up. “I…I…oh goddess…!” “See…I knew you liked it. Does father f*ck you like this too? Does he make you feel as good as I do?” Denae shook her head. “N-No…goddess no…!” He chuckled darkly, burying himself deep inside of her with a groan. “You are a f*cking liar…” And then in suddenness, he pulled out, jerking his member as he came, the substance splattering against her bare skin. As he climbed up his high, his eyes were staring so deep into hers; those beautiful hazel eyes and those full, red lips called out to her in ways she could barely explain. She leaned in, but before her lips could even brush against his, he dropped her thigh and stepped back. “Don’t. You’re no better than the sluts I f*ck on a lonely night and I don’t kiss them.” Denae attempted to step towards him but ended up crumbling to the floor instead. Her knees felt weak, in fact her whole body was weary. She stretched her hand out to him, but instead of taking it, Zaid turned his back to her. “Our session is now over, be careful not to let father catch my scent on you…I’ll see you again whenever it’s convenient.” And then, he picked up his clothes and walked away, leaving her shattered into many pieces against the cold floor; naked, weak and heartbroken. More tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as she watched him go. It was painful, but she deserved it… This was how a wh*re was supposed to be treated. Reaching for her night gown that laid on the floor next to her, she looked towards one of the bathroom stalls, the one she’d use after their every session…She was the father’s favorite wife and the son’s convenient wh*re. How much more pathetic could she ever get? |-_-| /-_- |-_-|