His Claim

16

Ember

Each moment I spent with Marcel was painful. He beat me mecerily and fucked me constantly. Talking about our children, how I should be grateful. I thought of the first time I had sex with Marcel. He had waited until I turned 18, he had a weird set of morals. No one had explained to me....wife duties. The first time was surprisingly gentle, Marcel was kind with his touch. I enjoyed it, and wanted more with him. It did not stay that way. He was a sadist after all. He had all types of contraptions to use on me. Each time he touched me I felt more and more empty. His presence was consuming me.

It has been two days since he has actually left me alone. He fed me large meals and encouraged me to heal. I could only imagine that it was because he was preparing to attack. I thought of Corbin and the way he held me when poured his heart out to me. It brought me joy to think of Corbin, I almost longed to be in his arms again. It was such a strange feeling. The door flew open and Marcel was dressed in his best suit. He held a black box with a gold ribbon.

"I have a gift for you my darling," he said as he sat next to me. He kissed me before opening the box. I stared at the red dress as he pulled it up to its full length. It was beautiful, it was a red dress that had a deep v neck and a slit up the side. Like usual the back was open to reveal my scars. I ran my finger over the shimmery embroidery. "Come on put it on."

I stood up as I slipped the dress on. It fit perfectly. Marcel stood up holding me close to him before turning me around so we could look into the mirror.

"You look stunning. I always loved you in red," he said kissing the top of my head.

"Thank you my love. You look handsome," I said running my hand over his tie that matched my dress. He chuckled and brought me in for a kiss.

"I have a surprise for you later. I think it will make you happy," he said and took my hand. The street was lined with cars. We entered the limo and I didn't have to guess where we were going. The attack was about to begin. I closed my eyes as I tried to calm my mind. I knew Marcel would want me to use my power, to kill for us to win.

But I decided I wouldn't let that happen. I would just paralyze them. It took a lot of energy and focus to just knock them out, and it wasn't something Marcel had me practice.

I stared at the woods in front of us. After walking in, the warriors around us started to shift and change. My nose twitched as I smelt the pack, they were close. As the rogues ran deeper into the wood me and Marcel walked as if it was just a causal walk in the park.

"Darling?" Marcel asked softly, stopping in his tracks. I paused as well and looked up at him. He was looking down at me with those bright blue eyes, I was surprised by how happy he looked. He brought his hands up to my face and I flinched in response.

"Do you hate me?" he asked softly. I stared into his eyes and let out a soft sigh.

"No my love, though I am tired," I say softly looking to the side.

"All our hardships are going to be over soon, I promise. We will have a new home. Your brother will be coming back and we will have a family together," he set his hand on my stomach. It had only been two weeks so of course my stomach was still just flat.

"My brother is coming back?" I ask my chest, fluttering, tears coming to my eyes. He must be so tall now. I wondered what he looked like.

"Yes, our children will need their uncle, he will be my beta," Marcel smiled and kissed me deeply. Wrapping an arm around my waist, the other tangling into my hair.

Soon enough I heard the cries and howls of battle ahead. I was surprised when we approached a motorcycle. Marcel had taken me on his motorcycle a handful of times. I usually enjoyed it because it was the few times that we did something fun and he didn't hurt me. It would usually be late at night and he would take me to the little pond that had ducks.