[T/W: mentions of rvpe and Assault. If you're not comfortable with the above topics, please do not read this chapter]
[NOUR]
Nour was scared shitless of his mate and yet for some reason, Nour was still convinced that his mate would change for the better. Either the young wolf was a hopeless romantic or he was just choosing to be blind to all his mate's misdeeds.
He could see the fiery eyes Grant was giving him and he knew that his mate would do it again, he had been at this for the past four months and no matter how hard Nour tried to ask for mercy, Grant gave him a deaf ear.
Maybe this was Nour's fate.
But why was it so hard for Nour to reject a mate that didn't want him?
Why couldn't he fight back when he had the power and the resources to do that? What was so hard about murdering the man who had done nothing but hurt him for almost a year now? He was a prince, and he could get away with anything, so why not kill him?
"Giving you what you want. You want affection, right? You've been begging for it for the past two weeks right? Then I'll show you affection. I'll give you what you want so badly,'' Grant growled at his mate as he increased his pace towards Nour.
Grant could see the horror in his mate's eyes, but what hurt Grant, even more, was the defeat in Nour's eyes. It was almost like Nour had already known that this was a given and he didn't want to fight it anymore.
Besides, no matter how hard he fought Grant, he wouldn't even be able to win, because every time he wanted to have a proper talk with the king's enforcer, he was pushed to this, and it hurt. Every single time.
"Please don't," Nour begged, when Grant stared at him coldly, as he ripped off his shirt and pants. Nour could feel the cold hitting his thighs as the clothes he had been covered in, fell to the floor, and with them was his dignity, and will to fight his mate, again.
Grant ignored his mate's request, instead, he pushed Nour's head to the side, to grant him access to the place he had marked the young wolf. Defeatedly, Nour had no option but to comply, even though he felt sparks flowing between them from the contact.
He wished his mate would react to the emotions flowing between them, but it seemed like Grant was an emotional wall that Nour was never going to be able to get through.
So Nour stayed still even as Grant ran his fingers on the mark he had put with love, before he dipped his fangs into his mate's shoulder, bruising the mark again.
Grant knew that his mate would feel pleasure when his fangs made contact with his skin, but he made sure to bruise the mark so bad, that the only thing Nour would be feeling was pain amidst forced pleasure.
Grant knew so well that his touch affected Nour in so many ways.
The young wolf was weak for him and that gave him an advantage over Nour every time. It was like Grant was playing a game, one in which his mate was the unfortunate prey and he enjoyed every bit of the torture.
"Please," Nour whispered, but his mate just ignored him. Instead, Grant kissed his mark roughly, before digging his teeth into Nour's mark, again, ignoring the pain and the blood that was seeping through.
He looked like he was feeding on his mate, and Nour could feel his limbs weaken from the intensity of the pain, but that wasn't even all that Grant was planning on doing to him.
It was routine, and no matter how ready Nour was for this, nothing could ever prepare him for the fact that his mate never wanted him. The Acrod enforcer just didn't care anymore.
He didn't care that his mate's hands had gone limp and then he wasn't fighting anymore. Instead, he focused on Nour's now naked chest, the beautiful chest that he had once peppered with kisses and laid on while making promises about forever.
Funny how all of that had dissipated in the air in less than two weeks into their mating. Grant then ripped Nour's pants and while at it, he picked up his blade and tore through his mate's skin.
He had been leaving marks on Nour for some time now, but today, it seemed like he wanted his mate gone and buried into the ground like the omega he was and that shit was motivating Grant for some reason.
It was obvious, since instead of the usual three marks on Nour's chest that looked like the man had been in a wolf fight, Grant ran his blade down from Nour's chest, to his abdomen, before he drew a line on the young wolf's right arm.
"No one will ever want you after I'm done with you. It doesn't matter, even if you reject me. I will always have a new mate, but no one will want the scraps left by a royal enforcer," Grant said as he drew a circle on Nour's left nipple, while he pleasured his right nipple.
He was giving him pleasure and pain, but all of this was just horrific.
"Please, stop," Nour whimpered as he let out a tear, which fell on Grant's face.
The enforcer lifted his eyes toward the man meant for him and he was disgusted by what he saw. His Nour looked nothing like Alanor and what was even worse, his tears were flowing freely afterward.
Grant hated seeing tears, because they reminded him of a time when he had pleaded with Alanor not to reject him, but instead the young Wynter had kissed him, and abandoned him in Acrod.
Alanor didn't have to leave him, but he did, and that broke Grant.
"You are pathetic and weak. I don't know why I was given you as a mate. Go lay on the bed, and show me your back," Grant said to those who silently wiped his tears, ignoring the bloody patches on him.
He then went to their bed, where he lay with his back facing Grant. He knew what the enforcer was going to do, and he couldn't fight it, so he closed his eyes, and hoped that today, he wouldn't hurt him like he always did.
"You can always reject me, you know," Grant said sinisterly as he unzipped his pants halfway before ramming into Nour who was crying on the bed. In Grant's hands were a blade and a belt, both of which he used consecutively on his mate's back.
With every thrust into Nour, came the horrors of the belt hitting his skin, and the casual drawings by the enforcer's blade. Even then, Nour stayed, because he didn't want to lose his mate.
Even if he rejected Grant, he would never really get another mate, because Grant had convinced him that no one would want him. He was broken, and his mate was having fun breaking him.
Maybe that was also why Nour was having a hard time trusting that Delbert would ever love him. He had been forced to believe that love was something he would never get, but how long until he got his happy ending? And even with who?
Oh, but if only Alanor knew what his former mate had turned into, he would burn Grant down without so much as a second thought.
However, Alanor wasn't around. He was never going to know the sins of the man he was once mated to, because Nour was never going to open up. That had been part of the training Grant had forced his mate into.
"Get up and clean yourself well, the king calls for us in the throne room, and make sure you cover yourself well. A stray drop of blood, and I will feed you to the dogs myself," Grant growled as he pulled out of his mate, and pulled his pants up, before walking out of the room, leaving Nour broken and lost.
"Okay sire," the young wolf responded as he waited for the door to slam shut, at Grant's exit.
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***Authors note**
- This was the hardest chapter I wrote and I still feel like I didn't write it well lol. I hope it was at least half a cup full, sigh. I hope I wasn't explicit, because I tried to hold off a lot of details, such topics are sensitive and I wouldn't want to horrify y'all.
- Also, I do not encourage anyone to stay in a toxic relationship like this. If you're in one, consider getting out, because waiting for them to change, will never change them. instead, they will ruin you over and again for their own pleasures.
- If you know someone who's going through this, please tread carefully with them, don't blame them for staying, but instead, try talking to them in a manner that lets them see what's wrong with the situation.
- Also, if you know any ***help numbers for domestic violence or such cases,*** you can comment here.
- That said, sorry about the long wait for chapters hihi.