"Don't get the ideas that you are ever going to receive anything other than hate from me, Athena. I don't need a mate. I don't need a weak pathetic bond like this to survive," He growled as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and harshly threw me on the bed.

I was naked and helpless in front of his menacing eyes.

"Sebastian, please don't do this..." 

"I have purchased you from that auction only because you'll come in use to tame my wolf, and you are nothing but a good that I will use every day and night for my pleasure. And your life in hell starts from today." 

"Please don't..." I begged but none of my words affected him. 

I backed away till my body hit against the headboard but he dragged me by my ankles and shredded the last piece of fabric, my panties, and threw it away.

After being sold by my parents to auctioneers because of being a wolf-less she-wolf, When fate landed me in my mate's arms from the auction, for once I thought I was finally going to find happiness...someone who'd love me. But it was another hell I landed into.

Sebastian Valdez-- was known as the cursed Alpha who killed his own father. Everyone feared him, his barbaric deeds had no bounds, and he did not have a heart. He only had one rule in his life--Thrive in others' pain. But what he did to me was even worse. 

He snatched my innocence, abused me, raped me every night, hurt me beyond extreme, and left me with only the want to escape from his cage but that was until I got to know what his curse was......

My cursed sadistic alpha

　　After the fulfilment of all the orders and finishing the work till the last bit, all the workers have begun to leave for their homes one by one. Even though today was one of those days where we had the most amount of work to be done, somehow, like some unmistakable sorcery it was also the day when we got all packed up within the least amount of time. Perhaps, it was our luck or just a bit more labour done than actually needed.


　　So it was kind of true that some people actually thrive under pressure— And every one of my co-workers could profusely relate to that.


　　Bidding goodbye to Shelly and being reminded for the umpteenth time of the pepper spray and knife she'd placed in my bag for the sake of my safety, I headed out of the bakery and proceeded to my apartment. It wasn't even night and still Shelly was concerned about my safety though the people here were as harmless as pigeons— Calm and quiet, minding their own business.


CHAPTER 64: The Stalker