Ovelia's POV
Anna stepped out of the room, leaving me alone, and I sank into the softness of the bed. The tranquility was shattered by a sudden, loud knock on the door. Startled, I hurried to open it, my heart racing as I found Ace standing there.
He looked at me with intensity, and before I could process my thoughts, he lifted me effortlessly and tossed me onto the plush bed.
"Take off your clothes!" Ace commanded, his voice firm and unwavering.
A wave of disbelief washed over me. Fear gripped my chest, and a cold shiver ran down my spine at the abruptness of his words.
"Don't make me repeat myself!" he snapped, anger lacing his tone, sending a jolt of panic through me.
I stared back at him, my eyes wide with terror, unable to find my voice. The air felt thick with tension as he reached for my clothing, his hands hovering dangerously close, ready to tear away the fabric that protected me.
He smiled, a chilling grin that sent a shiver down my spine as he tore off every piece of clothing I wore. As my vulnerability was laid bare, I caught the surprise in his eyes when he noticed the bruises that marred my skin.
With a swift motion, he settled himself on my thighs, preventing any chance of escape. Gripping my wrists with his left hand, he pushed me back against the bed with a force that left me breathless, caught between fear and anger.
Facing him, I felt exposed and vulnerable. Slowly, he leaned in, his gaze piercing into me, and whispered with a mix of disdain and control, "You're so weak and fragile."
His words hung in the air, heavy with a mocking tenderness that made my heart race. I could feel the weight of his presence, a confusing clash of fear and defiance swirling inside me.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked, my heart racing and confusion swirling in my mind.
"Because my wolf desires it, and because you're my soon-to-be mate," Ace replied, his tone confident yet gentle, as if he were revealing a truth we both needed to accept.
His words hung in the air between us, igniting a whirlwind of emotions within me. The tension was palpable, and I could feel my pulse quicken as I tried to comprehend his intentions.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as Ace traced his tongue across the bruises that marred my skin, starting from my arms, moving up to my neck, chest, and stomach. Each touch was both tender and painful, a confusing juxtaposition that tugged at my heart.
He released my wrists, and without hesitation, he turned his focus lower, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine as he began to lick my most intimate part.
"You're so wet," Ace observed, his voice low and taunting.
Heat surged to my face at his words, a deep blush staining my cheeks. I grabbed the bedsheet tightly, my fingers curling into the fabric as a wave of conflicting emotions washed over me. The sensations coursing through me were indescribable—there was a maddening pleasure, a sweetness intertwined with the chaos. I fought to keep my moans at bay, the intensity of what he was doing, sending me into a whirlwind of ecstasy and confusion.
I looked at him, desperation clawing at my voice. "Please stop, I can't hold it anymore," I pleaded, my eyes searching his face as he continued to lick me with a teasing expertise.
Ace paused, meeting my gaze with a sly smile that sent shivers down my spine. Then, without warning, he slipped two fingers inside me, thrusting in and out with an intensity that had my body responding against my will. He resumed his ministrations on my sensitive areas, quickening the pace.
"Ughhh!" The sound escaped my lips involuntarily as I instinctively grabbed onto his head, the sensations overwhelming me. A wave of pleasure surged through me, and despite my attempt to hold back, I felt myself spiraling into that exquisite release.
I gasped for breath, the sound of his laughter ringing in my ears like a haunting melody. As he withdrew his fingers, a mix of relief and dread washed over me. Ace hopped off the bed, his silhouette imposing as he stood tall. To my horror, he began to remove his shirt, and before I could comprehend what was happening, he transformed—his body swelling, muscles rippling beneath a thick layer of fur.
The sight of him shifting into a werewolf sent a jolt of fear through me, the primal power radiating from him both awe-inspiring and terrifying. My heart raced, each beat echoing the panic that surged within me. I was caught between the allure of his strength and the instinct to escape.
As he stepped closer, I noticed him reveal himself, his massive thing hardening in anticipation. My mind reeled, caught in a whirlwind of disbelief and fear. Time seemed to freeze as he prepared to take me, my breath hitching in my throat as I realized I was at the mercy of this creature—this man who was no longer entirely human.
"Please, no! That won't fit, it's too big!" I exclaimed, panic rising in my voice.
My heart raced as I felt a wave of dread wash over me. The sheer size of him loomed in my mind, and I could hardly comprehend what was about to happen. I pleaded with him, my fear palpable, hoping he would reconsider despite the storm brewing between us.
He smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes, as he slowly pushed himself inside me. I felt a sharp pain as something tore, the stinging sensation overwhelming. I realized that I was bleeding, and the fear pooled in my stomach, mixing with the intense discomfort.
"Oh, so you're still a virgin," Ace remarked, his voice laced with a teasing arrogance.
"Of course! Please, just pull it out. It hurts," I pleaded, my voice trembling as I met Ace's gaze. I could see the smirk creeping across his face, an unsettling mix of amusement and satisfaction.
With a sudden surge, he began to move, his pace quickening with a relentless fervor. The sensations took over, and I felt my mind beginning to unravel. I wrapped my arms around him, lost in the conflicting feelings of pleasure and pain, letting out a soft moan that revealed more than I intended.
Ace leaned in, capturing my lips with his, igniting a fire within me. His mouth trailed down to my neck, where I felt the heat of his breath, as if he was about to bite down. A rush of anticipation swept through me, mingling with fear. Suddenly, to my shock, he shifted back to his human form. I suddenly became acutely aware of the situation again.
In a moment of clarity, I kicked him away with all my strength, sending him sprawling off the bed.
He stood up, fury radiating from him, his face twisted in anguish and anger. The room pulsed with tension, and I could feel my heart racing, the reality of what had just happened crashing down around us both.
"You bitch!" he spat, anger boiling over.
Without warning, he yanked me down from the bed, his hand tightening around my throat as he lifted me off the ground. The pressure around my neck made it hard to breathe, panic setting in as I gasped for air. Then, with a ferocious throw, he slammed me against the wall.
The impact jolted through my back, and I fought back the urge to cry out. I bit down on my lip hard to stifle my pain, but the agony radiating through my spine was unbearable, and hot tears slipped down my cheeks despite my best efforts to hold them back. Every instinct screamed at me to get up and run, but my body felt leaden and weak, unable to move.
As I struggled to regain my composure, I looked up through my teary vision to see Ace approaching me, his face a mask of fury.
"I'am not done yet," his taunted, his voice low and menacing.
My heart pounded in my chest like a drum, each beat echoing my fear. Without hesitation, he lifted me effortlessly once more, throwing me back onto the bed. The force of the impact left me breathless, the air stolen from my lungs, a jolt of pain shooting through my body.
My face facing the bed, feeling a mix of dread and resignation. Ace gently licked the sore spot on my back, an unexpected act of tenderness and then he pushed himself inside me. He grasped my hands behind my back, pinning me down as he began to thrust with relentless speed. Waves of pleasure coursed through me, and I couldn't help but let out soft moans, even as tears continued to stream down my face.
The conflicting sensations were overwhelming. I felt a rush of ecstasy, followed swiftly by the crashing reality of my situation. Just as I reached my climax, I could sense Ace release himself outside of me, a final act of ownership that felt suffocating.
"I'll take a shower first," he declared coldly, turning away as he stepped into the bathroom, leaving me with only the echo of his words.
I remained frozen on the bed, my heart a heavy stone in my chest, as tears began to stream down my face with increasing intensity. Sobs racked my body, each one deepening the ache of my despair. I would rather endure physical pain and cruel words from my so-called parents than face the stark loneliness of this sprawling palace.
The silence enveloped me like a thick fog, amplifying my sense of isolation. I felt as if I were drowning in a sea of extravagant decor that did nothing to fill the void of anger and sadness clawing at my insides. "Do I really deserve to feel all this?" I wondered bitterly, my fingers gripping the sheets tightly, as if they were a lifeline. I longed for something—anything—to shatter this oppressive solitude, to remind me that I was more than just a ghost drifting through these lavish halls.