APUI: Volume 1 - My Life as a Werewolf

Chapter 31: Lets Play Dress Ups That's Not so Make Believe

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It really didn't bother me. However, I realised very early in Xander and I's relationship that if I pretended that the little things bothered me, he wouldn't progress onto the bigger things. Resistance only caused further pain. One day I would get strong enough, and be able to predict his moves enough, to stop him. I would eventually fight back. I might even contemplate rejecting him unless he changed his ways. Until than I would bide my time.

After my 'abuse sesh', I went to bathroom, cleaned my wounds, and went to the gym to train. I had only been with Xander for two weeks and the kisses had already turned to slaps, and the slaps turned to punches. He was nice to me for the first three days. I met him. He was the perfect gentleman and it was only now I realised that it was an act. He knew to act nice so I would get with him and then he could do whatever he liked.

On the fourth day of our relationship, he began to get agitated at the smallest things. The name calling and verbal abuse began on day 5. The slapping started on day 7.

I wanted to leave. I really did. But I still had hope that the man I was mated to for the first three days was still in there. That this would all go away and turn out to be a bad dream.

Now, at the fortnight mark of our relationship I realised that was stupid. I never believed that he would change. I told myself that so I wouldn't feel bad but the real reason I was still there was because of Emily. She had grown attached to Xander's wolf and didn't want to leave him. I would hurt if I left.

That was why I was going to the gym. At the gym I trained like a werewolf would do if I was in a pack. Although I had trained thrice a week previously, so I could learn to fight attackers and prevent meeting the same end as my parents, I now trained everyday. That was how people knew I was okay. If I turned up at the gym, no matter what state I was in, people knew I was still alive and kicking.

At first, Xander was suspicious of my gym habits. He wondered why I only started going to the gym daily this week instead of last week. My foolproof explanation was that I wanted to get to know him first before I spent hours everyday at the gym.

He offered for me to train with his pack. I didn't want to spend any more time with him. I said that I had already paid for a year's daily membership. He said I didn't need to worry about money and he would provide for me. I said I wanted to be independent. He slapped me.

That's how most of our conversations worked. After I came back from the gym was no different.

I walked into our bedroom at Xander's house. I hadn't wanted to move in with him, fifteen was too young, but he had insisted and I hadn't wanted to refuse my mate. In those first few days I had done almost anything he asked. Sleep in my bed. Okay. Wear my clothes. Okay. Quit school. Only for this week. Join my pack. Maybe once we mate. Why don't we mate now. It's illegal. Now, I knew better.

After placing my gym towel on the laundry hamper, I went to the shower humming some random melody. After quickly washing off, I put on some ordinary underwear and ordinary clothes. Walking out of the bathroom, I got attacked by Xander.

"I have been a bad mate" He stated. That was the least of it. "I have not been providing for you" he started again. "It's okay Xander I can provide for mys-" I retaliated, forgetting my 'don't talk back' rule with Xander. He slammed his lips onto mine and pushed me against the wall. I struggled for breath but I knew if I complained,it would only get worse. Moaning into the kiss I pretended that I liked it. The next thing I knew I didn't have a shirt on.

Pinning me harder against the wall, Xander said in a deadly voice, "you have been a very bad mate too. You refuse to let my provide for you. You refuse to submit to me, your alpha and the ruling male in this relationship. You dress in ugly plain clothes. You are a disgrace to me. No wonder I haven't introduced you to any of the other Alphas. You are a horrible mate.

"You should be dressed in sexy lingerie, in low cut dresses and heels. All the other alphas should envy me. By now I should have mated with you and you should be pregnant with my pups and if a boy, the heir to my title. You should be perfect. Instead, I got a stupid mate who doesn't have a hot body. You have nice legs and a nice face but you need bigger assets. Where are your double D's? Where is that big butt I can hold onto while I fuck you. Why aren't you warming my bed when I get home, welcoming me with your legs spread so I can get some stress relief. WHERE IS THAT HEIR? You are inadequate. So, I took it upon myself, being the great mate I am, to do some fixing up.

"Firstly, you will go and change into the outfit on the bed. Next, I have organised someone to do your make up because I have decided to make you meet the alphas now. And last you will act as you should do and by the end of the month you will let my take you. Understood?"

I gulped nervously. He had no idea how much of a sexist controlling arse he was. He had no idea how hard his demands actually were. He wanted me to change who I was to be with him. My mate was supposed to accept me as who I am but he didn't. I nodded nervously to say I understood and he smiled evilly. He took a step back before leaning forward and trailing kisses down my neck. I wanted so badly to fight him but he was a fully grown alpha male whereas I was a petty unshifted she-wolf. He than bit into my shoulder hard. Marking me as his and making me scream in pain. They all say that marking is supposed to be a pleasurable experience but all Xander ever seemed to do was cause me pain.

"There" he said. "Now, even if I haven't fucked you, the alphas will know you are mine. Before you put on your dress, call me on so I can cover you with my scent. And don't even think of disobeying me because there will be consequences. I'm only holding off mating you out of the goodness of my heart, and I can change my mind very easily." I shuddered once again and nodded, playing the submissive. My shoulder still throbbed as Xander left the room.

Walking to the bed I glared at the outfit chosen for me. There was no way in hell I was wearing that. Then I remembered the consequences and stripped my current clothes, throwing then on top of my shirt near the wall.

First I put on the Lacey push-up bra. It was rather foreign to me as I was only 15 and seemed way too tight. I could hardly breath and I felt as if my boobs were up near my face. What was this shit? Now don't even get me started on the undies. I swear I had the biggest wedgie! Ugh my life is torture.

Calling Xander back in, her took one look at me and pinned me to the bed. He rubbed his hands, and therefore his scent, all over me, and it made me burn with need. Wait what? I hate the creeper that was my mate, even if he was gorgeous. I then realised that those were my wolf's feelings. Kissing my mark again, Xander got off me and walked out of the room, leaving me to finish getting ready.

My dress was a classic red cocktail dress with a slit dow the side. It accentuated my curves and my boobs with the help of the bra. I didn't feel like myself. I felt like someone else entirely.

It was then a woman came into the room and ordered me to sit down. She did thick red lipstick and black smokey eyes, to match the killer heels I was to be forced to wear. My hair was twisted on top of my head and I had long dangling earrings. I also had an expensive necklace and bracelet, matching my earrings.

I looked sophisticated and grown up. I didn't look like at scared fifteen year old rogue. I knew that tonight I was going to have to act. Very well. I was going to have to pretend to be someone who I wasn't and I knew exactly the thing.

I stepped out into the corridor. Xander was waiting for me, his gentleman persona in place. I smiled seductively at him and placed my hand on his arm. "Isabella Stanley, eighteen years old and perfect Luna at your service" I claimed. I could do this. "Although," I whispered huskily in Xander's ear, "it's Bella or sweetheart to you"

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A/N

Who would've thought. We already knew Xander was an asshole of slightly higher standards than Jackson. Turns out he's even more of an arse than any of us could have predicted.

Tally ho!
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