"I have been enjoying it so much that it was hard holding back~"
Brittany turned her head, leaning away from his touch. At that moment, she could hardly keep herself upright if not for the wall behind her. There was definitely something wrong with her body. What had he done to her?
"This day has finally come." He brushed the crook of her neck. "It took a while but Father gave me permission to have you. I am beyond happy that you are mi--"
A light vibration followed by the blasting of a tune interrupted his words. Nathan paused, his eyes slitting as irritation crossed his features.
His fingers slipped off her skin in a slow, reluctant swipe, before he stood up and fished out a ringing smartphone from his pocket. He grunted, answering the call.
Now that he was towering over her at his full height and her face was in line with his torso, her eyes could make out the bulge that'd been at the front of his pants. She squeezed her legs tightly together, her horror quickly intensifying.
"Father." Nathan said into the phone, as he held it to his ear, his free hand slipping into his pocket. Normally, she could hear whatever the other person at the end of the call was saying, but her hearing had unmistakably dulled.
"She's fine."
"No." His brows pulled together. "My mate is not yours to worry about. I took care of it myself. She will comply."
"Fine. We'll be out in a minute, bring the others." His eyes returned to her figure as he tossed the phone aside, carelessly letting it crash to the floor.
"Its time to head out." He said, leaning down and slipping his arms underneath her body. He picked her up effortlessly and though she tried to fight her way out of his arms, her body could hardly move much less push him away. It was no use.
"Where…" She said shakily, "Where…are you…t-taking me?"
He looked down at her almost tenderly and held her close enough that his face could nuzzle into her neck, a budding smile on his lips. "To our wedding~"
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Time went on. The torture went on.
He left the room with her trapped in his arms and somehow, they had ended up in a forest before she knew it. She could hear music and she could make out indistinct chattering. Faces came before her numerous times, but they were all a messy blur. Not once did Nathan let her down throughout it all, but her limbs were already numb, she knew she couldn't walk if she had to. She couldn't even lift her head either.
Soon, hands touched her forehead and a sharp burning metal travelled along her arm, yet she could only lay still and let it happen.
A symbol had been drawn onto her forehead and similarly carved into the skin of her arm. The mark of the Tainted Night Pack was a wound that would never heal. It connected her to them all. Now, she was one of them.
At some point, Brittany passed out and when she came to, dawn had already passed. She was back in the room where it all began.
The moment she opened her eyes, she could tell that her strange condition had improved. She could move now, but she could barely remember much from the night. Her head was throbbing just a bit too.
She had been drugged, she just knew it.
Brittany sat up in the bed, jingling the chains around her neck. Her fingers reached up and by the time they touched the collar, the door was already creaking open.
"You're up." He entered the room holding a bottle drink in his hand. A sweet aroma rolled off him and her stomach growled.
She was hungry.
"It's unfortunate that we couldn't make the most of our wedding night. You passed out." He took a sip of the juice as he stepped further inside. His attire had changed since the night. Now he was wearing his usual hoody and pants.
Brittany curled up against the headboard, her knees touching her chest. After drugging her and doing some sort of ceremony WITHOUT her permission, he dared to speak of a wedding night? They were not mates yet he claimed they were. And they barely even knew each other yet he said it from his own mouth that he was happy they were finally together.
If this was how their pack brought women in, it actually wasn't hard to believe considering who his father was but... why her…why did it have to be her?
"W-Why…" Her voice trembled, eyes pricking with tears as she watched him, "…me?"
"Does there need to be a reason?" He walked around the bed and switched off the lamp, before setting the almost empty bottle on the nightstand. "Lets go down and eat." He leaned down with his arms open and on instinct, Brittany quickly shuffled over to the edge of the bed. She tumbled off in a panic frenzy, falling onto her back on the floor.
A sigh left his lips. She heard his footsteps and immediately struggled to get up. She flipped over onto her hands and feet, and quickly glued herself to the wall, squeezing her eyes shut. A trail of tear ran down her cheek as her heartbeats blasted through the room.
"D-Don't touch me…"
Sweat pooled on her skin when she could feel his breath hitting her face. He was close, and she dreaded whatever he was about to do.
But her forehead creased when she felt a soft tug on her chains then a low click. Her eyes slowly peeked open, watching as he shoved a golden key back into the pocket of his hoody. The chains fell to the floor while the collar remained around her neck. She looked down at it then back at him, her fingers trembling. It was stupid, but she couldn't help but hope he was letting her go.
His hand reached over, thumb swiping at the tear on her cheek. He wiped it gently, then his palm flattened on her skin, slowly caressing the spot. Nathan's gaze stayed on her figure, sinking into her as if wanting to reach into her soul. She could feel it again…that ominous feeling he gave off. His touch was tender but his eyes were deadly.
"Lets go down and eat." He said again. This time, she had a feeling that he wouldn't tolerate a refusal.
His hand left her cheek but hung open for her to take.
"I…c-can walk on my o-own." She shuffled back a bit and pressed her hand to the wall, climbing up onto her feet. She swayed when her headache got worse, then quickly steadied herself. But Nathan's hand stayed outstretched towards her even after she stood up properly.
She looked down at it silently. She had held his hands many times before, but it repulsed her so much now to take it. Hesitantly, she reached a trembling hand out, setting it on top of his. His fingers locked around hers immediately, holding on tightly.
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He wasn't planning on setting her free… She could feel it.