The Queen of Wolves

Ch5. Office hours

Bonus chapter for the day since this and the last chapter were so short.

Erins . Pov

I️ turned on my heel as the door clicked shut.
His deep voice echoed in my head.

"Alright mate."

His golden eyes bore into me as I grasped the sheet closer to my body. This guy has no idea what he's doing.

"You have no right to call me that."

He growled "And what have I done to lose that right?" He had me there. He had done nothing wrong and nothing to me to deserve this treatment from me. But that didn't mean I was going to become his mate so easily.

I stayed silent my gaze still fixed on him.

He chuckled. "Erin." My name rolled off his tongue so naturally. Shiver were sent down my spin as he continued. "You and I both know that once a wolf finds their mate. Their mates for life." His lips curled into a slight smirk.

"And you know if a mate rejects the other It is known that both must accept  It as a finale decision." I spat.
Before I could speak again he was In front of me . His arms on either side of me placed against the desk trapping me. The cloth that hung around his waist began to slips ever so slightly, causing me to suck In a breathe as I fought the urge to glance down.

"From what I know, you didn't reject me. Most Wolves if rejection is what they chose do It on sight of their mate." He leaned In closer taking In my scent. "You didn't."

I️ kept my gaze straight as he spoke and my arm wrapped around my body keep the cloth up. My their hand was pressed firmly against his chest In an attempt to push him away. But he is too solid of a man for me to move with one hand. 

"I  Alpha Erin Gre..." before I could finish I felt a pair of canines sink into my neck. I was about to scream when his hand clamped over my mouth. Tears rolled down my eyes as the pain surged through my body.

He marked me.

He marked me without my consent.

Soon his teeth retracted and he began to lick the wound.

His bright golden eyes met mine. " This mark, this bond now binds you to me. You are to be my female for all of time." He spoke softly taking his hand off my mouth so I️ could react.

Soon my fist collided with his face.
"Fuck you." I  yelled.

My mind was racking my heart felt like It was on fire and my body lit up with sparks at the connection of our skin. This was the bond, It was not strengthened because of his mark. He could mind link me now but thankfully he couldn't read my thoughts. That could only happen if I️ was to mark him. That would never happen .

His mark was a symbol of my submission, the submission he stole from me. He forced this upon me and now I was going to make his life hell.

I️ stormed out of the office and ran through the back halls to my room. Running to my bathroom I gazed In the mirror upon my undoing upon the mark on my neck. The mark of an Alpha.

It was his claim to this pack as well as many others who were under my authority.

He took the only think I had left. He took my power.

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I️ splashed cold water on my face and neck praying to the gods that I️t was all a dream. To my dismay It was not a dream. This was my new reality.

My neck now held a new scar amongst the others but this one had a different meaning, this one I️ didn't like.
Soon I was changed I to a pair of grey sweat shorts and a lose fitting white t-shirt. This time I️t was not my betas shirt. I knew better than to wear that now that I bared another's mark.

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(WARNING DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERED BY THOUGHTS OR MEMORIES OF SELF-HARM) I️I will put a note on the end explaining to those who choose to skip this part what the main premise of this section is.

Nightmares plagued my nights sleep or what little I had gotten. It was 3 am and ye moon shown bright over the forest, Its rays gleaming on the fallen snow.
I️ was cold but made no effort to move from my spot sitting on the balcony In only a t-shirt and shorts. My hair fell along my back as my neck rested back.
The feeling of the wind rushing against my skin and the snow under my feet took me back to a time before the fire and the scars. I never loved warmth, not the way others did at least.

Warmth for me is my pain and cold is my salvation. Hence why I reside In the northern part of my pack. It stays cool here all year long. Back then it was hot and the fire only made It hotter. But once the scars came, I was cold and I had never felt so alive In all of my existence.

My scars were not battle wounds or the wounds of a survivor. They were wounds of the ill the sadness and the darkness that plagued the world inside my head.

I️ was sick.

Not In a way where I would die if untreated but a way that would be worse then death. It was a life meant to cause suffering. I put these scars there upon my arms because it made me feel. Feel like I was invincible and greater than any other before me or there after my time had come to and end.

I ruled all.

In my world my parents didn't die to that fire and my soul was still with me. My mate could simply be that... my mate.

But there was no hope for me or for us.
He would die by my or his own hand simply to put him out of his misery of being subjected to such a darkened being.
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Oook so kinda heavy chapter.

So in summery for those who skipped over the last part, Erin began to recall old memoires that triggered emotions long since berried, Erin spoke of the scars on her body and reveled that they came from something far worse than a war amongst wolves while not going into full detail on her past it is reveled that her parents died in a fire when she was young.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and for those who skipped the last part this is another warning this book only gets darker, This not meant to be a happy mate story, this story reflects some of the most difficult things in life that one might go through. When the book ends I will being dedicating a chapter to answer all questions regarding this story.

Until next chapter stay safe!