Carrier (TPA2)

2:

        Four months after:

Alex frank. That's the name of the man that bought me for half a million dollars. He owns a multimillion dollar clothing industry in the United Kingdom.

He's 27, a strong alpha in the Cyrus pack. He has a mate. She's his age, but she cannot bare a child. That's why he bought me. He needs to have an heir.

"Taylor," Jewel says, her eyes are soft and she looks down at the ground from where she stands in the doorway. She's afraid of me. I stare down at her, then I look back down at my hands.

"Alex is wanting you in his room." My stomach churns at the sound of her voice in my ears. I don't move. I don't even flinch.

   He calls for me when he's angry. He hurts me sometimes, other times he tries to be easy with me. I stand from the bed, hatefully brush past Jewel.

I hate this. I keep having to give myself up to a man that I do not love. He isn't my mate, nor is he the man that I married. I'm going against my vows. I'm going against Ryan, and North, and everything I loved. Most of all, I'm going against myself.

I swallow thinking of Ryan and North. I wondered how she had grown, and how Ryan is holding up. If he's given up on me or not.

I'm angry at myself. I was too nice, and this is how I'm repaid. I should have fought harder, I should be fighting harder. Yet, how can I without the wolf I had?

She hates me for what I'm doing. The drugs had nearly killed her off, and when Alex took advantage of me the first time she hadn't came back. She had given up.

I step down the hallway. The wooden floors are cold, and It makes my feet freezing. I cross my arms over my chest and when I get to Alex's door I pause.

    I push the door open and listen to it creak as it does. He's standing by his closet, he glances towards me and I shut the door behind me.

His hair is wet against his head, making his black hair look darker than it is. He's only wearing a pair of shorts.

    Alex is a very confusing man. His hair isn't long, it's a decent length. He has a set of striking blue eyes which is odd considering his hair color. He's tall. Nearly 6'9 and he has a sleeve of tattoos.

I step over to him, I always have to do this. To satisfy him. I reach up, wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him softly.

It disgusts me. But I don't want what happened before to happen again.

He kisses me back, his hands grab ahold of my hips and he breaks away from the kiss and presses his lips down against my chest. I inhale, push my fingers through his hair and pull his face close to my body.

I don't understand why he does this to his mate. How he doesn't feel pain from cheating on her I don't know. I can't believe that she let's him. I let out a breath. Try not to think about what's happening. And most of all, who it's happening with.

I had always just been with Ryan up until this point in my life. If I could change that, it would still only be Ryan. I close my eyes.

  I feel my body being laid against the bed. I keep my eyes closed, his lips connect to mine again only breifly. There's a single spot on my body he hadn't kissed me. That is, where Ryan has marked me. That would just kill me.

I squeeze my eyes shut and cry out when he pushes himself into me. He's a lot bigger than Ryan is, in height, muscles...everything. But he's not the man I want to be with.

My back arches off the bed, Alex holds my body still keeping me from moving too fast and making me hurt myself, and so that I don't get too far away from him.

A few tears form at my eyes as he keeps burying himself into me. He's being gentle. His hands dig into my waist, his lips connect to mine to keep me a little quieter.

He pushes harder the next time, my hands grip at his back and my nails dig deep into his skin. I just want this over with.

As much as I hate it, Alex keeps locking our hips together and eventually it builds a pressure in my lower abdomen.

"Alex I'm about to-" I warn him. He mumbles a little okay and kisses the base of my neck.

Suddenly I feel him release into me. I shift uncomfortably, my own ball of pressure is now gone and the smell of sex is in the air. I hate it.

I sit up, re-wrap my robe around my body and walk out of the room and back to my own as if nothing happened.

Guilt is eating me alive because of what I'm doing. I don't eat the food sitting on the dresser when I get back in the room, instead I simply crawl into bed and cry myself to sleep.

"Take off your clothes." Alex sneers. He's beyond angry, it's only my first week here. I just look at him, his face is red.

"No!" I yell, holding onto my clothes even tighter. He huffs, grabs me and tugs off my shirt while I fight him for it.

"I just spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on you, I am for damn sure doing what I want with you." He snaps.

"Please! No I have a mate please don't do this!" I beg. Alex growls, pushes me into the bed. I hold my hands up trying to stop him. This makes him even more angry.

"Your not his anymore, you're mine!" He snaps. I can see his wolf coming out, "take off that bloody ring too." He rips the ring from my finger and tosses it across the room.

"Please don't do this." I beg him as he tears the clothes from my body. My eyes squeeze shut and all I can do is try to push him away. It doesn't work, and he has his way with me.