Fated to the Cursed Alphas

Mackenzie's Point of View

He didn't give me any warning before crashing into me, so I was caught off guard and let out a painful scream as a result.

It hurts quite a lot. The pain is just excruciating.

I wasn't able to get a good look at how big his dick was, but based on the excruciating pain that I felt when he rammed it inside of me and the way that he stretched my hole from the inside out, I can safely say that he was much too large for me. His dick was much too large for me because of the excruciating pain that I experienced when he rammed it inside of me.

"You are causing me anguish! I beg you, bring it to a halt "I pleaded with him as he proceeded to move further and further away from me while pretending that he couldn't hear what I was saying.

"Shh, you can't be a wolf, can you?" Declan whispered the words between clinched teeth as he grabbed both of my breasts and then tightened his hold on them. While he did this, he exerted a lot of pressure on them. He moaned, "You are such a fucking good fuck!" as he looked at her.

He appeared like a wild beast driven by passion. I was able to tell by the way in which his eyes went all over my body but focused particularly on my neck.

The more time went by, the more severe he was, and as a consequence, I couldn't help but feel apprehensive that he would eventually be successful in figuratively dismembering me. He became progressively cruel with each passing minute.

Declan no longer demonstrated the same level of self-control that I had initially seen in him when I first met him. In front of me stood the grotesque appearance that he had taken.

His right hand sought for my clitoris and stroked it furiously as he cruelly forced his way in and out of me while his left hand kept a firm grasp on my breast. While he did this, he viciously drove his way in and out of me. He did this as his left hand continued to exert a firm grip on my breast.

I stifled a groan and gave out a "aaagh."

I did not have the slightest idea what was going on with me. I was absolutely perplexed. Because of what he was doing to me, both my physical body and my thoughts went into overdrive, and I felt as though I was being entirely engulfed.

I couldn't tell if I was in true physical agony since the more he drove his cock deeper and rubbed me, the more the discomfort decreased. This made it difficult for me to know if I was in actual physical pain. Because of this, it was impossible for me to determine if I was in actual physical discomfort.

It appeared as though everything he toyed with and touched was directly related to my vagina. Because of this, the more he caressed my toughened nipples and clitoris, the wetter and more sensitive I became, which made it easier for him to move his fingers up and down my clitoris and nipples.

It was humiliating to be made to have sex in this fashion, but it was even more embarrassing to discover that I didn't want to get him off of me even though he was forcing it on me, even though it was terrible to have to have sex in this manner. I wanted him to keep on fucking me over and over again without stopping.

I couldn't tell if I ought to be repulsed or interested in the situation.

His movements were deliberate and strong; he would pull almost out before pressing all the way in, and every time this happened, I couldn't help but let out an uncontrolled moan. His movements were slow and deliberate.

He then went on to ruffle his cock inside of me while simultaneously squeezing and smashing it.

It wasn't until I felt the same pressure building up around my walls that I realized he was hitting the same location over and over with the head of his cock repeatedly. I have a strong suspicion that the pressure originated from the area where he had been hammering his cock.

"I can't believe how damp you are. I really want to ram this point home "He stated it with his jaws clenched and his eyes brimming with pure delight.

"Dom..." I heaved a breath as the intensity of the sensation increased, and I clenched the sheets even more tightly.

I murmured, "Aah..." as he grabbed on to my hips to keep me in position while he fucked me harder. He kept me in place while he did it.

He let out a chuckle. "What do you think of that? It's actually very excellent, isn't it? Complain some more for me..."

After a few pumps, I lost all of my senses entirely, and he growled at me, "Give it to me, you little wolf" as he moved even faster than before.

I trembled, shook, and sobbed excessively as I approached my second climax; yet, he did not stop thrusting his hips at any point during the experience. He continued to do so the entire time.

"I'm not done yet, pussy. Let me feel you more. You are so fucking delicious, I can't even "It was a whisper.

As I unwound for what seemed like hours, all he did was draw me closer to him and observe me with a terrifying grimace on his face. He did nothing else. The longer the sensation persisted, the more he moved, which meant that the closer he got to me, the longer the sensation lingered.

When I was on the edge of passing out, I felt him pull away from me, then he turned me over swiftly, and then he slammed back into me. I felt like I was going to pass out.

I let out a screech that could be heard for miles. "Argh!"

He laughed and informed me while he was monitoring the pulse on my neck, and then he continued checking my pulse "Little wolf, we are not finished yet; you need to stay awake. I am still interested in fucking you..."

Oh my god, was he going to use that as a part of my grade?

At the same moment as he was pushing into me, he grabbed my hair behind my ear and pushed into me, so I did not have time to think about what had happened.

Following that, he grabbed my neck and dragged me towards him till my back was pressed up against his chest. He did this without stopping what he was doing in the process.

Before gently tugging at my earlobe with his lips, he came in close to my ear and asked softly, "It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?" as he whispered the question.

I gave a negative response, "No."

As he continued to relentlessly pound on me, he turned to me and stated, "So, you're fucking loving it?" "Tell it to me, you lil' beast. Answer me "He insisted on it.

As I continued to keep my mouth shut, he increased the pressure that he was applying to my neck. I didn't want to be the one to admit that it felt really nice while he was sliding in and out of me at that moment, therefore I didn't want to be the one to say it.

He questioned her by asking, "Do you effing love it?" He growled, squeezing even harder.

I sputtered, "Y-yes," and that was the only time he let go of his hold on me before pinning me to the ground and making me crawl on all fours.

Did I feel love for it in an authentic way?

When I thought about it again, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed and ashamed of myself. My entire family, including my parents and the rest of my pack, was slaughtered by Declan, his parents, his siblings, and the rest of his pack.

How was it possible for me to love what he was doing to me when he was taking me against my will?

"Because he is the one who rounds us out," they said.

It broke my heart to hear Kingston express her remorse, and as she did so, fresh tears began to flow down my cheeks because of how tragic what she said sounded.

Absolutely not. It is not true! There is not even one of them that is!

Because he had a firm grasp on my hips, his thrusts were getting shorter but more powerful all at the same time.

As I sat there and listened to his moans and heavy breaths, I couldn't help but think to myself, "I wonder when he'll ultimately give up or decide that enough is enough."

At that very instant, he pushed his thumb deep into my private region.

"No! Hold it!" When I suddenly experienced a strong tearing agony, I let out a scream immediately away.

Declan used his entire body to hold me down and keep me from fleeing. I went in closer and grabbed his wrist to prevent him from driving his thumb into me more. However, he continued to force his thumb into me anyway.

Now that he was standing so close to me, his weight was pressing heavily on my back, and I could feel his cock and thumb moving in and out.

My feelings of humiliation and embarrassment increased as a result of the way things were going. I have never given it a second of my time to even consider the possibility that something as embarrassing as that might ever happen to me.

I was having a difficult time escaping my captor. I tried to shift, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I tried a lot of different things.

I implored Kingston to come to my rescue, but she was helpless because the person who held her captive was the person she believed to be her mate. I begged Kingston to come to my rescue.

I sputtered and moaned while he had his way with me, and the more troubling thing was that even as I wished for him to stop, another earth-shattering climax came crashing down on me like a freight train. I sputtered and moaned while he had his way with me.

"Haaaaaah!" I didn't know what to say, so I just started crying instead.

And not even a minute after that, Declan growled at me from behind me while I was walking.

Before coming to an end altogether, the movement in his hips became progressively jerky before stopping altogether.

It was as if he were spraying his seeds all over my walls and I could feel his release deep within my walls. He did not emerge from his hiding place until he had completely expelled all of the contents of his body.

After he had finished, he moved over to lie next to me and gave me one more lick on the back of my neck. After that, he left.

I didn't give a damn if he was next to me as I buried my head in the blankets and sobbed my heart out for what felt like an eternity. I buried my head in the sheets and sobbed my heart out for what seemed like an eternity.

He just violated me.

"You're not crying because you found it so difficult that you couldn't take it anymore. You're crying because you didn't want to acknowledge the notion that you genuinely liked the way that made you feel, so you're acting out your emotions as a defense mechanism." Declan offered some illuminating comments. "Just say you like it, too..."

On the other hand, that did nothing except make me cry because I had the sense that I was being brainwashed in order to make his actions appear more justifiable. I cried because I felt as though I was being used as an instrument to make his actions appear more justifiable.

When I did not acknowledge what he had said and got up to get dressed, he let out a long sigh and got dressed himself. I did not acknowledge what he had said.

"Learn to recognize these phrases, you little wolf. Pain may be a great source of pleasure if one is able to master the ability to control it."

After that, he turned his back on me and left me to fend for myself.

My entire being, including my heart and my body, broke apart.