PENELOPE'S POV
I felt like a lamb in the presence of a hungry lion. I knew this was coming, but I didn't think it would come this fast. Was I prepared? No.
Alpha Klaus stalked forward slowly, as though my body was already his possession.
He didn't say another word after notifying me. Not like I expected him to.
His gaze speaks enough.
I pressed myself back into the headboard, every muscle in my body vibrating with panic.
"Scared?" He asked so gently that my heart almost stopped breathing. I didn't answer. My tongue was tied. Why is he asking if I'm scared when he would end up doing what he wants anyways?
I only shook my head.
He tossed his shirt to the side and the sight of his torso striked me stupid. His body is sculpted from war and dominance, every cut of muscle was a declaration of what he can do, what he will do. I'm already trembling.
When he reached the bed, he didn't climb in like a lover.
He conquersits.
He caged me with his arms on either side of my head and leaned in, his breath feeling warm against my neck. I brace for pain, for his teeth, his claws or something harmful because isn't pain what he causes others? But instead, he surprised me.
His lips found the curve of my throat and lingered there, roaming, before he opened his mouth and kissed me possessively. I felt him growl and something inside me snapped and mirrored his low growl.
He smirked above me.
Bastard.
"I'm going to ruin you, little wolf," he whispered against my skin. "But first, I want to taste my property." I was supposed to be pissed by how he just qualified me but why am I so turned on?
I had never been touched by a man before, or not this way. I wouldn't like to remember when a member of my former pack tried to force me.
I gasped as his hand moved, sliding under my nightdress with no patience. He didn't even bother peeling it off, yet my body was yearning. The first contact with his fingers against my thigh had me jerking, but he didn't stop. He trails upward, and when his knuckles brush between my legs, my whole body betrayed me—I moaned.
Shame flooded me instantly, but Alpha Klaus only chuckled darkly.
"So the little not-so innocent-anymore orphan wants this."
"No," I whisper. Why is he touching me this sensually? I want to despise his touch. I want him to be rough, not to make me feel anything but pain so that I can hate him enough to drive a silver blade through his chest later. But…
"No?" His aroused voice is teasing now. "You say no, but your body is wet enough to drown in."
I wanted to push him off me. I want to slap him. I want to vanish. But I didn't move. Not because I don't want to, but because…goddess help me…I want to know what happens next. My wolf was humming under my skin, aching, restless, and wanting.
He moved lower, pulling the nightdress off with one motion and threw bit to the floor. He licked a slow, possessive path across my breast, watching my reaction as though each twitch and gasp is a language he understands fluently.
I'm burning. I'm melting. And then, he grabs my hips and flips me over like I weigh nothing. There comes the roughness.
My cry is swallowed by the mattress as he yanks my hips up and presses his body against me. I could feel his hardness against me. I panicked. I heard him removing his trousers but I couldn't see him from this angle. Why do I feel the need to see it? I'm fucked up.
"I don't make love, little wolf. I fuck." He hisses, lining himself up behind me. "Now, be my little good whore and take me in."
I screamed as he thrust into me roughly. He's too big. He's splitting me in half. I felt my virginity tear, and tears sting my eyes. But he didn't slow down or give words of consolation. But isn't that what I want? Pain, so that I can hate him more.
Klaus drove into me like I'm the only thing anchoring his rage.
I sobbed into the pillow, both from the pain and the shame of how my body starts adapting and arching into him.
"See?" he murmured behind me, gripping my hips so tightly I knew bruises will bloom. "You were made for this."
Each thrust was punishing, his breath ragged as he used me, filled me, and owned me.
"You'll carry my heir, little wolf," he growls against my ear, as he bends over my back.
When he finally released inside me, I felt it in my soul. It felt hot, and heavy, and I felt full.
He didn't waste time pulling out and leaving me empty, trembling, and sore. I rolled over to my back and clutched my clothes to myself as he dressed up back without sparing me another glance.
And so he says before leaving my room, "Don't get too comfortable, little wolf. This is the only time you will have my cock inside of you, and you will be moved from here today to another building." Then he smirked. "I can't wait to see my twins."
And that's all. He exited and slammed the door shut.
My heart sank hard in my chest. Happy Eighteenth birthday Penelope.
*
It had been two weeks since I lost my virginity to that evil and merciless Alpha. Two weeks of hell and wishing for death. Because in my own circumstance, to be dead is better than being alive.
Alpha Klaus kept to his words. I've been moved to a room where all I see are four walls, where the toilet is too close for dignity and the only time I interact is when the guards here bring me food or clothing.
There's a collar around my ankle now. A sleek, silver-imbued shackle that pulses faintly whenever I move too far from the bed.
A soft knock disrupts the dead-air room and the pack doctor enters.
She doesn't look at me as she moves toward the small steel table. "Penelope, how are you doing today?" I don't answer. She doesn't need me to.
I was expecting her today to know my fate, because Alpha Klaus said I would be killed if my problem is infertility. He's been expecting that I get pregnant after a couple days we had sex because in the werewolf world, that's how it ought to be.
It's been two weeks and I was not pregnant yet, so the doctor had gone to carry out the fertility test. Honestly, I hope I'm infertile so that he can kill me. I'm done doing this.
"So Penelope," She finally looked my way, but like I'm a folder to be closed.
"Thank your stars, you are pregnant." She grins professionally, while my own blood boils. "And there are three viable embryos. You are having triplets. Congratulations" Her grin widened.
I would be damned!
My mouth immediately dries up. At the moment, only one thought occurred in my mind. Tonight, I'm running away.