Page 29 of Arranged Bullied Mate

“Goddess, Ava,” I gasp as my hands tighten in her wet hair. I’m trying not to hurt her, but it’s so hard to force myself to hold back. I’m so desperate to take control. My wolf wants to give in to the rut, and I’m almost helpless against the tide.

I’ve been with plenty of women, but it’s never been like this. It was never even like this when we were together before, and that was the best I’ve ever had. The knot, the rut, all of this takes the sensation to a whole other level. This is a primal joining of an omega with her alpha—a breeding. The knowledge of what we’re doing sends a thrill racing down my spine, and the knot begins to thicken again. I pull my cock free from her throat, and she cries out in frustration.

I guide her onto her knees, running my cock through her slick before pushing inside. Her channel flexes around my cock, pulling me deeper. She was made for this, made for me.

It’s different this time, almost gentle at first, the way I grind my cock slowly inside and let the knot bloom inside. It stretches her hold until she’s writhing and gasping on my cock. I lean over her back, pushing it deeper until I feel like she might rip open. Knowing I need to help her through the process, I use my thighs to wedge her legs wider to give her some relief from the size of the knot. Reaching around, I feel her clit and realize how engorged it is. The knot has pushed it forward, and now it’s begging for attention, so I rub gentle circles on the sensitive nub until she’s begging for more.

I work her clit while grinding the knot deep inside until my thighs tremble and my vision blurs. The whole universe collapses down to the stretch of her channel around my knot, the relentless pressure of her body milking my cock, and the filthy sound of my own voice telling her to take it. My orgasm builds so quickly, so violently, I think I might black out. When it hits, the pleasure is sharp, almost painful, and I buck my hips, driving the knot as deep as possible, my whole body spasming against the force of it. My cock is squeezed so tightly by her channel that I snarl, the sound guttural as I bite down hard on her shoulder, pinning her down as if she were prey. I can feel every pulse of mycock, every jet of cum, and it’s never-ending. She cries through her orgasm as her body takes my seed, milking me dry.

I don’t remember falling asleep, but I remember waking to the pressure of her channel, my cock still buried deep inside her, the knot thick and unyielding. Barely awake, the rut starts again and continues until I don’t think my body can give any more seed.

Waking again with our bodies entwined, I can feel her heat has finally broken. I pull her closer, savoring the moment. Maddox is dead, and I know I have to go see the family of my beta. The council will be formed, and they will want an inquest—thankfully short, as there were so many witnesses. The relief I feel is palpable. I thought I’d feel guilty if I ever had to take Maddox out, but he crossed too many lines. His death was justified, and all I feel is relief.

I know I’ve made mistakes with Ava. I should have handled her return differently, and now, I will. I feel her stirring and stroke her hair from her face. When I realize she’s crying, my heart drops.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask quietly, the sadness in her features stunning me. “The rut was more powerful than I expected.”

She shakes her head, “N-no,” she says, clearly trying to fight the tears, blushing. “The knot was more…more than I ever imagined.”

At that, I grin, feeling exactly the same way. “It sure was,” I chuckle, my hand finding her belly and stroking her pale skin. “Do you think there will be pups?”

Nodding, she rests her hand on mine. “I do.” She pauses, a thousand emotions flickering across her face, including uncertainty and fear. I know I need to do something to tryand put things right between us—something that goes beyond breeding her in heat.

“Ava, I’m so sorry,” I begin. “You should be happy about pups, but I’ve made this so hard. I’ve treated you badly, not accepted you properly. Forgive me? I was stupid. A true alpha would own his desires, and I know you’ll be good for this pack. I doubted you, but why would you embrace your role when I didn’t acknowledge our history and what it really meant? You’re everything my wolf has ever wanted, and you will be the luna, properly. We will be a family in every sense of the word. We always should have been. You’re it for me, you always were.”

If I was expecting tears of joy, I was completely mistaken. The tears fall, but she appears grief-stricken, and I freeze. I don’t regret our breeding, but what if she does? I’ve never felt doubt like this in my whole life, and my wolf paces. I give her a moment to compose herself, unsure if there’s anything else I can say, anyway. I can’t stop her from rejecting me. When she does look at me, the fear in her eyes is palpable.

“There’s something I have to tell you,” she manages, her voice trembling. “It’s about why I came back. Why I stood on that stage.”

I don’t move, but my whole body tenses, the muscles in my jaw flexing.

“My parents. They never forgave the pack or your father for what happened. They planned to use me. They…they had a plan for revenge.” Her face is contorted by sorrow, or perhaps disgust. I don’t say anything, I just need to hear the whole story first. “They told me if I didn’t come back for the ceremony, if I didn’t get close to you, then I’d never see my daughter again.”

I recoil in shock. “Your daughter?” She’s had a child with someone else. She’s been bred by another wolf. My beast goescrazy, gnashing his teeth. I know I need to get a grip on my emotions before I tear the world apart. I force myself to calm, and my next words are deliberately flat as I scan her face for lies. “You have a child?”

She nods, her whole body trembling. My blood runs cold, and I don’t know how to react. Her next words stun me even more. “Wehave a daughter.”

I have a daughter.

I don’t answer, not at first. I just stare at her beautiful face, trying to fathom a little girl with our combined features. I grind my jaw, unable to decide if I’m angry or simply floored—or both.

Finally, I pull myself together and remember what she said about her parents. “Where is she?”

The question seems to punch the air from her lungs. “My parents have her,” she says. “They said if I didn’t do what they wanted, I’d never see her again. That’s why I came back. I had to try, Ronan. I had to get her back.”

I stand, moving to the window, every muscle in my body drawn tight. I knew it. I fucking knew it. I knew she was hiding something. I’m so angry I can feel it radiate through my entire body. Am I angry at myself, Ava, or her parents? All of us? “Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask, my voice low, dangerous.

She takes a shaky breath, and I steel myself to hear the rest of her story. “I didn’t even know I was pregnant until after we’d been banished. When my parents found out…” I pause, a fresh sob erupting. “They made me live in the outbuilding, and I gave birth there.”

“Alone?” I snap. She gave birth to our daughter alone. It’s a miracle the pup has survived.

She nods, pausing as if trying to find the words to adequately explain. “All she knows is me. They never bothered with her, ignored her. They didn’t even give me extra food. Then one day, I’d been chopping some wood, I came back, and she was gone—”

“They took her? You’re sure?” I snap, staring out the window. “Why? Why would they do that?”

She wipes her cheeks with the back of her hand. “Leverage. They knew I’d do anything for Sophie. They thought I’d make this work if I had something to fight for.” She almost laughs, but it’s a bitter sound. “And they weren’t wrong.”

I turn around to face her properly and stare into the heartbreak written all over her face, but I’m too angry to offer any comfort. “You said there was a plan.” I know my tone may seem cold, but I need to know everything before I can fully grasp the gravity of the situation. “What was it, exactly?”