Chapter 3 : A Cruel Reality

Selena

I woke up slowly, my body aching. The memories of last night came flooding back - the alpha came over drunk again, forcing me for himself. He still not see me as his mate. All I felt was despair.

Blaze saw me as nothing but property, a body for his pleasure. But the worse thing was, he didn't sense our sacred bond at all. I was his breeder, not his cherished mate.

I dressed numbly in the sheer lingerie laid out for me, a reminder of my role here. Blaze's plaything, his breeder slave. My mind revolted at the thought.

Heavy footsteps approached. The alpha entered without knocking, his hulking frame dominating the room. I lowered my eyes, fear racing through me.

"On the bed," he commanded. When I hesitated, he grasped my arm, claws digging in. "Don't make me repeat myself."

Trembling, I obeyed. He climbed over me, pinning me beneath him. I squeezed my eyes shut as he took my body for his own desires. I retreated deep into my mind, seeking any escape from this brutal assault.

When Blaze finally left, I can feel my faint wolf was howling in anguish. To be used so cruelly by one's very mate...it was a betrayal of everything sacred to our kind. I sobbed brokenly, feeling shattered.

The next few days continued the same - Blaze arriving whenever he wished to slake his lust upon me.

Sometimes he came to my chamber, forcing me over the bed or against the wall. Other times he would summon me to his room, keeping me on display like a painted doll.

His claws and teeth left painful marks on my flesh, his touch making me cringe. He growled out degrading words, telling me I was his property, to be used as he saw fit. I obeyed silently, my spirit dying a little more each day.

One night, Blaze stumbled in drunk, with two female wolves clinging to him. Fury rose in me at the sight - not for myself, but that he would break our vows so casually.

"Get out," he snarled at me. "I'm busy."

The she-wolves laughed spitefully as I scrambled away, shattered. Blaze didn't care about our bond at all. I was just one more body to slake his appetite.

I fled to my small room, collapsing in tears. My true mate, the one sworn by the moon to love and protect me, was slowly destroying everything I was. A deep despair took hold - would I ever escape this nightmare?

The days blurred together in an endless torment. Blaze's treatment grew increasingly harsh, as if he drew sadistic pleasure from debasing me. His eyes held a cruel light as he inflicted pain, emotional and physical. And with his alpha voice, I was powerless.

"Look at you, you're pathetic," he growled one night after forcing himself on me. "No wonder your father sold you off. You can't even shift to wolf."

His words pierced my heart. I knew what I was - a worthless half-breed, not proper wolf or human. An outcast everywhere.

But still, I clung desperately to the hope that Blaze would recognize me as his true mate. That bonding our spirits would awaken some flicker of compassion in him. It was my only dream in this nightmare world.

However, Blaze remained blind to our connection. I searched his face whenever he used me, praying to see some softness emerge. But his eyes stayed hard and cold, devoid of any tenderness.

When he finished with me each time, he would roughly send me away while his other "Harem" entertained him and while clubbing late into the night. The sounds of their pleasure reached my ears, a constant torment.

Meanwhile I was confined alone in my room, my only company the dark thoughts swirling in my mind. Would he ever feel the bond? Would he noticed me as his fated one, or was I doomed to this abuse? Had the Moon Goddess made a terrible mistake pairing us? Despair ate at my soul more each day.

Weeks turned into months as I remained Blaze's captive breeder slave. My body was nothing but a tool for his lusts now. He grew more controlling and cruel with each encounter, clearly reveling in my suffering. And with his alpha voice compelling obedience, I had no choice but to submit, my spirit dying a little more each time.

When would this anguish end? I longed to cry out to the goddess, beg her to set me free somehow. But the moon remained silent, offering no mercy.

And if I ever make a slight mistake, Blaze's savage nature would fully emerged. One day I talked back to him begging him not to go rough on me, he dragged me outside of his mansion, his punishment was to tie me like a prisoner in the middle of the pack.

"You'll sleep here tonight. You Halfling bitch? How dare you talk back to me. Know your place!" he announced, grasping my hair painfully. "You're nothing but a breeder, one that is useless as that. No wonder you're sold off."

His Harem laughed and jeered as Blaze forced me to my knees before them. I trembled under their cruel gazes, utterly degraded.

Blaze left me on there all night, the whores members of his harem disgracing me as they wished while he was away with his other bitches.

His wolves mocked and groped me, treating me as less than human. And Blaze didn't say anything, it pained me more.

My soul cried out in anguish. Is this what my life was to be now? A commodity for my own mate's ambitions and pleasures? The despair almost overwhelmed me.

That same night, after Blaze had again used me for his gratification, I lay broken, staring up at the cold light of the moon. A single desperate prayer fell from my lips.

"Goddess, free me from this torment. Show me there is still hope."

I clung to that faltering wish as exhaustion took me. That somehow, there was still a flicker of light left for me, even in this endless darkness. It was the only thought that kept my spirit from collapsing entirely.

Morning came, and with it the same monotonous nightmare. Blaze's daily visit to slake his lusts. His claws raking my flesh. His soulless eyes as he took his pleasure, unaware of our sacred bond.

When he left, I remained crumpled on the floor where he'd discarded me. Fresh tears fell, the salty drops stinging the cuts on my cheeks. How much more could I endure?

A timid knock came at my door. I wearily raised my head as one of the maid servants entered. She gasped, seeing the state I was in.

"Oh child, what has he done to you?" she cried, rushing over. With infinite tenderness, she helped me over to the tub to wash away the blood and shame.

As she tended my wounds, I broke down in sobs. All the bottled up anguish poured out of me. The maid, Hana, listened with quiet empathy, letting me unleash the trauma I'd endured alone for so long.

When my tears finally slowed, Hana grasped my hand. "You have endured much hardship here," she said gently. "But stay strong, child. This too shall pass."

I gazed at her with reddened eyes. "But how? He's my ...., I'm his breeder but he treats me like an animal." My voice broke. "Does he have no heart at all?"

Hana's face was grave. "I cannot say what lies in our Alpha's mind. But the goddess may yet have a purpose for pairing you. Do not abandon hope. Your light will guide him from the darkness, first give him a heir, he'll look at you more."

I clutched her words like a lifeline. Could there be truth in them? Could my own suffering somehow redeem my cruel mate?

From that day on, Hana became my sole comfort in that house of pain, and her daily comfort, gave me the strength to survive. To face each new horror with quiet courage. I would submit, endure, and keep my spirit burning, no matter what cruelties Blaze inflicted on me. For I was his fated one, the goddess's chosen to redeem him, I'll bear him an heir, maybe just maybe then it'll make him notice our bond.

And though he treated me like a despised slave, each night I sent up the same prayer - "Let the goddess light guide him to me." One day, he would know me as his true mate. Until then, I would bear this darkness without complaint.

With Hana's gentle faith to sustain me, I would find the strength. For my mate's salvation, and my own.

There my goddess, there is the hope you ask for. Now lead me forth into the light.

Little did I know, that my only hope is going to crushed into a thousand pieces.