Despite knowing it was impossible, I persisted in trying to push the door, so he could not enter. Nonetheless, with just one effort from the man, I entirely lost control of it and tumbled to the ground.
It was dark but the depth and his piercing gaze was unmistakable.
In order to feel no more resentment that was seething in my heart, I tried to stand up and completely ignore him. The memory of Helene begging for pleasure kept lingering in my mind. The way she clutched his arms as their hips moved with rythm— it was as if I was looking at the mirror and it made me disgust myself.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked just to receive no answer from me.
The events of the day had left me extremely exhausted. Jaxon kept driving nails into the veins of my heart, and now they hurt.
I was sorry for my son since I didn't pick the best man to be his father.
As I was ready to lay down on the bed, he grabbed my arm again, but this time he didn't even give me a chance to catch my breath. In the space of a few seconds, he had me pinned to the bed with him on top of me.
His eyes were glazed over and I was not surprised anymore because he was a heartless person who was always thirsty for blood, after all. Someone like him would never change.
My eyes skipped over him and went right to his fingertips, which were firmly grasped in mine. My throat became clogged with the air that was supposed to give me courage, and my entire body shook with contempt.
The regular norm of this man I could never stomach.
I was not that low of a woman to stoop down and settle to things he just wanted to provide!
His eyes were blazing with rage, and not long after, he roared, "When I talk to you, you should answer!"
After his booming voice, it appeared as though he was going to crush the bones in my fingers.
I winced in pain but still showed my courage by retorting to him, "I'd rather be mute than talk to someone like you who takes advantage of those around him!"
"Mute?" He showed his disbelief, ignoring the rest of what I had said. And so, he also got himself back shortly. "Alright, if that's what you want, baby. Open your mouth and I will shred that sharp tongue with my canines!" he said after gloating, but I could tell he was not pleased with my response.
Hearing those words from him, I slipped back into my delusion. For a little moment, a dread traveled down to my guts because I knew he wasn't kidding and that he was capable of doing it.
"Let go of me!" I said as I began to wriggle my body with my foot in an attempt to step on him. However, it appeared to him that I was nothing more than an air since he did not even flinch and popped up to be enjoying what he was viewing.
"Veronica, you always got me horny, and you truly knew how to get me on."
When his breath struck my lips, my pupils widened, and when he was about to kiss me, I hurriedly jerked my head away. Those lips...
He had previously used that to force Helene to drink water. Even if it hadn't been an hour, how dare he use them to me again! He was the most awful individual I had ever encountered!
"Veronica, you're testing my patience," he silently warned me. There was no trace of taunt, joking or anger in his voice, it was a pure coldness that gnaws at every corner of my body.
But no matter what he would do, he couldn't make me submit to him. He probably the Alpha of this pack but I should remind him that we were both royal Alpha and his dominance wouldn't work on me! However... that's what I thought.
He yanked my two hands till they were clasped on top of my head, forcing me to gaze directly at him with just one hand while the other grabbed my face. He gripped onto my two cheeks until it appeared as though he was maintaining me captive.
He was like a drunken fool who had no idea what he was doing, as I was collecting my breath.
"How many times do I have to teach you that when I want something, you must give it to me?!" he growled and his pressure on my cheeks grew even stronger.
"Fuck, I said no!" That was the only thing I could make out of my mouth because I knew, everything I would retort him was useless because this man would listen to nothing but his own libido and instinct.
"Tell me, should I spank you so hard just to make you obedient to me? Should I fuck you nonstop just so you will beg me?"
I smiled and peered intently into his eyes as if I were speaking directly to his soul, "You had too many nonsense shits, Jaxon."
"What did you—"
I trailed him off and continued, "Well, after all, it's you, the great Alpha Jaxon who only consider women as clothes— after using them, you'll just toss them away." I chuckled without humour. "The difference is, I'm a type of cloth that you wash so you can use again."
He remained quiet and I didn't know what got into my mind when an idea came into my mind. This time, he wasn't the drunken fool but rather me.
"But I wonder, what about Helene? Is she also a cloth that you wash or a blanket that will be used for a very long time before being thrown away? Who's better, is it me or her—?"
"Don't you dare go down there, Veronica."
"Why? Did I hit the sore part?” I mocked, showing him that I had something that I could use against him.
"So, you're truly choosing the worst method to accept me? Then, your desire is my command, sweetheart," he responded, releasing my hand, and grinning evilly as if he loathed me.
He moved out of sight and opened the door. Thus, I grimaced. Moment after that, I heard loud shredding of clothes.
At first, it didn't process but when a few seconds passed, and I looked down, I saw what he had intended to destroy was what I was wearing. Additionally, he tugged my underwear down firmly.
I wasn't able to get myself together or understand what was going on until a powerful wind from the rain did snap me. It was so hard to intact what happened piece by piece.
"No, stop it! What the fuck are you doing?!” I screamed while snatching my torn clothes from his grasp and one of my hands was covering my body in fear that someone would walk into the room because of the open door and see me naked. "Stop it!"
Out of desperation to get my bottom cloth that he lifted in the air, I didn't notice that a beads of tears had already dropped, one after another.
A wind blew passed through me like it was leaving scars of wound on my flesh.
'Do I deserve it? All I want is to give Morgan a good family.' The reality struck me.
"You put it upon yourself, I'm just giving you the taste of your own medicine."
I didn't listen to what he said anymore and just hugged my knees like a child while hiding in them. The tears were incessant, keeping up with the strong storm.
I shouldn't feel anything like this; I shouldn't feel anger because of the strange way he treated me—that was a nature of brass individual.
While pondering and my cries got louder, he once more walked away in front of me. I didn't know where he was going, I didn't want to know either— perhaps leaving.
But because the chilly air was blocked and I heard the door close at the same moment as the windows, I realized what he did. Following those, I was quickly embraced by someone warm.
Of course, it was his mix signals again. For me to not be confuse again, I spoke weakly, "No, Jaxon, don't do it because I know that after this warm embrace, you'll just remind me of how powerless I am in everything again. That I had no one...including you."