The Alpha's Hated Sex Slave

"Please..." I croaked when I noticed that he was damn serious. He smirked eerily in response, and I pleaded beyond words. Tears leaked from my eyes in rivulets on my cold and swollen cheeks. While l was in agony, he was enjoying it with every delayed beat of my heart. "I can kill you right now."

Soon enough, my gasps and attempts to flee from his chokehold filled the air when he lifted me off my feet. My legs dangled off of the floor like a helpless human. Something I used to watch in movies was happening to me. This was all happening too fast, just like I lost my baby.

My eyes roll at the back of my head from the pain. I thought that resisting death was impossible and it was painful. He chuckled again at the pathetic squeaks and gasps from my tightened throat. It was deafening. I knew that I was going to die. There was no point in denying it, but the sudden thought of taking revenge slipped into my mind.

At the grim thought, I pursed my lips tightly. I kicked the man in the crotch, but he didn't seem affected. I thought I kicked him in the position where I knew that he would feel pain, but it was all useless.

I stopped and tried to concentrate again, but my senses failed me, and all I could hear was the sound of my heart pounding. My hands were clenched tightly around his right arm while my face felt numb. I felt like I would explode if he squeezed my throat tighter. I could no longer feel my body when his grip tightened around my neck. My finger that was initially digging into his skin slowly loosened as my body weakened. Even my eyes, which I tried so hard to stay open, slowly closed.

Bright lights blinded my vision with irregular patterns when I felt my airflow being sufficiently cut off. No matter how hard I tried to breathe, I was convinced I would die at the beast's hands. I would die with nothing but the painful memory of being betrayed by my husband and best friend. The excruciating pain finally eased when I felt darkness fill my vision. This was the end of me.

"Stop it, Mark. Alpha Damien wants her alive!" Just in time, when I was on my last breath, someone shouted in our direction. However, the beast named Mark didn't move an inch. "Let her go right now. You will end in trouble if you keep this up!" he shouted loudly, and that caused him to loosen his hold on my poor throat. His grip slackened, and my entire body crumbled to the grass with a loud thud. My sides felt burning and numb. I was panting for air and felt bile rise up to my throat. I felt dizzy, as if the world was spinning.

"This wouldn't have happened if you had done what I had told you," he murmured, and just like that, the meal he had served me a few minutes ago poured out of my mouth. It was bitter and disgusting as I vomited, and my body trembled as if l was having a seizure from all the food I threw out of my body. My eyes burned against my cold face mixing into the snot and saliva. I bent over and continued to heave until I felt my insides empty.

My hair hung around my face, completely covered in the disgusting substance that came out of my mouth until the scent was everywhere. When I finally raised my head, the so-called Mark stared at me amusedly. " What is it?" I inwardly asked myself before my eyes stared at him clearly. I realized later that he had a big chunk of hair in his hands hanging from his curled-up fist. I was shocked at the sight, knowing it was my own.

"What a pity, you're losing everything." He chuckled and frowned at how messy my state was. "You're puking!" His eyes glowed brightly, tinted with an almost crimson red when he bent down to my level. His dangerous nails scraped my cheeks, and he gripped my face harshly, then yanked me up. When he harshly shoved the hair off my face, my vision blurred from the tears.

"She has the mark!" As he was roughly pulling the torn hoodie from my body, I heard someone say in a surprised voice. "Mark? How is that possible?" They all walked towards me. I was oblivious to what was happening, but they all seemed surprised. "It's glowing. We need to take her to the Alpha!" I felt my blood freeze upon hearing it.

"How the hell did the moon goddess end up giving a mark to someone ugly like her? She just had a miscarriage." Mark growled as he pulled my chin up. Though I didn't know what they were talking about, I wasn't annoyed when Mark looked at me with disgust. Ignoring that I had blood dried up between my legs, my face was also covered up in vomit.

"The Alpha is going to sort this out, but I feel pity for him." I heard someone say. "Of course, he isn't going to accept her." Mark snarled. "Please don't take me..." Tears again pooled under my eyes when I thought about meeting the so-called Alpha. "It would be better if you don't piss me off," Mark growled as he slowly dragged me, and I could only cry in response.

My legs were currently in severe pain. I must have sprained an ankle or two as l was running, but Mark didn't care. 'Should I just kill myself before they do?' I instantly asked myself but trembled at the thought. I wasn't even capable of doing that. I had never harmed myself, even when I was being mistreated by my husband.

They dragged me for a couple of hours until they finally stopped. "You said you saw the mark." The bulky man came and said in a menacing and dark voice. "We all saw the mark." I trembled when I heard the men answer in unison.

"First, take her to the dungeon and wait for Alpha Damien's arrival."

My heartbeat stopped in fear for a second when I heard that.