Victor watched as the horse galloped away, his jaw tightening until it almost hurt. His claws slowly elongated, and his eyes turned bloodshot. Anger and loss crashed into him all at once, violently and without mercy.
Celine stepped closer and tried to touch him, but he moved immediately, eluding her hand as though her touch burned him. Without sparing her another glance, he strode toward his office.
Celine remained standing there, her fingers curling into tight fists. Anger brewed within her chest as she stared into the distance where the horse had disappeared.
"Bitch!" Victor spat the moment he entered his office.
He began tearing his clothes off hysterically, his hands shaking with rage.
"Fuck… fuck… fuck!"
Victor growled deeply, his voice almost animalistic as he swept everything on his table to the ground. Papers, glass, and ornaments scattered across the floor.
Still not satisfied, he grabbed the heavy wooden table, lifted it with terrifying strength, and smashed it violently against the ground.
The sound echoed through the room.
He had rushed to the comfort of his office because he was losing control. If he had stayed outside any longer, he might have gone feral in front of his people.
And that was something he refused to allow.
How could he not be furious?
He had barely even touched his own mate before someone else took her away from him.
He did not want her, at least that was what he kept telling himself, but the thought of another man touching her made his blood boil.
She belonged to him.
Only him.
Even if he never intended to keep her.
He had wanted to plunge into her first, bury himself inside her again and again before he eventually sold her off.
But now—
"Enzo… Enzo… Enzo…" Victor began laughing hysterically, the sound hollow and dangerous.
"You just crossed the line."
"Victor? Are you there?"
A knock sounded on the door.
Victor's head snapped toward it, his bloodshot eyes glowing faintly.
"I heard noises. I'm coming in, okay?"
Before he could respond, the door creaked open and Celine stepped inside.
What greeted her was a disastrous sight. Broken
furniture littered the room, papers covered the floor, and Victor stood half-dressed in the middle of the chaos, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
"Are you okay?" she asked softly.
But Victor was not buying the concern.
Not today.
His hand moved so fast it was almost invisible. Within a second, his fingers wrapped tightly around her neck.
"Victor, what are you doing?" she choked, her hands immediately grabbing at his wrist.
Victor said nothing. His grip tightened as he continued choking her.
Celine struggled violently, her nails scratching at his hand in desperation.
"It is all your fault," he growled coldly. "Provoking the king like that. You only made him more interested in her."
"Wha…t… ar…e… you talk…ing about?" she forced out, her voice broken and strained.
Victor leaned closer, his expression dark.
"Don't think I don't know the game you and your mother are playing," he said.
"I only played along because I wanted an heir. And you had better hurry up and give me that heir before I do something you will regret."
He released her abruptly.
Celine collapsed forward, coughing violently as she greedily sucked in air through her mouth and nose.
"Strip," Victor ordered as he continued removing the rest of his clothes. Soon he was stark naked his cock hard and erected
"What?" Celine exclaimed, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"You heard me, bitch," he replied coldly. "This is why you are here. To take my cock whenever I want and to bear me a child."
"I'm not going to—"
A loud slap echoed through the room.
The force of it sent her crashing to the floor. Her face hit the ground hard, and the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth as she spat a mouthful onto the floor.
"A whore is what you are," Victor said coldly, towering over her, "and you will act as one."
"I only married you because of what you can offer me which is an a heir and secondly I don't want an illegitimate child."
"Now take off those clothes. I don't want to repeat myself."
Fear slowly crept into Celine's heart.
The man standing before her was no longer the gentle Victor she once knew.
That man was gone.
With trembling hands, she began removing her clothes. The fabric clung stubbornly to her shaking fingers as she struggled to pull them off.
One by one, they fell to the ground.
Soon, only her underwear remained before it too slipped down and joined the pile at her feet.
She stood naked before him, her eyes fixed on the floor as the cold breeze brushed against her exposed skin.
Victor's eyes roamed greedily over her body while his hand moved up and down his cock.
"On your knees."
Her knees buckled almost immediately, dropping her to the ground before him.
Victor grabbed her hair roughly and yanked her head backward. The sharp pain forced her eyes open as she hissed.
Her vision blurred slightly from the intensity.
Victor watched her reaction with dark satisfaction as he pulled her closer.
Her face stopped just inches from his cock.
"Open your mouth."
Slowly, she obeyed.
The moment her lips parted, he thrust himself forcefully into her mouth until his cock hit the back of her throat.
Celine gagged instantly.
Victor pulled out and shoved back in again.
Again.
And again.
He continued ramming into her mouth relentlessly, ignoring her choking and gagging.
Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to breathe.
After several moments, he finally groaned and released himself. Thick, warm seed spilled into her mouth.
Before she could react, he grabbed her jaw and forced her mouth shut.
"Swallow."
His eyes never left her face as she reluctantly obeyed, tears still running down her cheeks.
When he was done, Victor turned her around roughly and bent her over the only thing he had not destroyed, the chair.
He lifted her hips and thrust into her brutally.
A painful scream tore from Celine's throat.
Even from outside the room, her screams could faintly be heard.
But Victor paid no attention.
Her pleas and tears fell on deaf ears as he continued pounding into her.
His nails dug into her waist as he took her forcefully, his growls filling the room.
Still, the anger inside him refused to fade.
It wasn't enough.
Nothing was enough.
He grabbed her suddenly and lifted her up, slamming her against the wall.
One hand wrapped tightly around her neck while the other gripped her waist.
Then he thrust into her again and again until he finally reached his release.
With a final groan, he spilled everything inside her before dropping her onto the floor like a piece of filth.
He did not knot her.
She was not in heat, and to him she was repulsive. Knotting her was something he would only do when absolutely necessary.
Victor picked up his pants and pulled them on before walking toward the door.
"I want you gone," he said coldly, "before I come back."
Then he left.
The door slammed shut behind him.
Silence filled the ruined office.
Celine lay on the floor for a moment before soft sobs escaped her lips.
Slowly, she began picking up her scattered clothes and dressing herself, wincing whenever the fabric brushed against her wounds.
Her body was covered in marks, and her thighs ached terribly.
She decided to remain still for a moment, allowing her wolf to begin healing her injuries. The last thing she wanted was for people to gossip about their future Luna.
But as she sat there, a vicious glint flashed through her tear-filled eyes.
"I know Victor did all this to me because of you, Arabella," she whispered hoarsely.
"And I will never forgive you for it."
A quiet laugh escaped her cracked lips.
"Hahaha… you may think you escaped."
"But don't worry."
"For every pain Victor inflicts on me… I will find a way to inflict double on you."
"No one humiliates me and walks away."