Chapter 2: You Are Mine

Emma’s POV: He threw me onto the massive king bed like I weighed nothing, my body bouncing once before his huge frame crashed down over me. Before I could even gasp, his mouth was on me. Teeth sank into the soft flesh of my left breast, hard enough to make me cry out, the sharp sting shooting straight between my legs. He bit down again, then sucked my n****e deep into his hot mouth, tongue lashing it while his teeth scraped the sensitive peak. His big hand mauled my right breast, fingers pinching and twisting my n****e until tears pricked my eyes. Pain and pleasure crashed together so violently that my p***y clenched hard, slick heat flooding out of me. I could feel my own wetness dripping down my thighs, soaking the sheets. “Oh god… Lucian… it hurts…” I whimpered, hips already rolling up toward him like my body had a mind of its own. He lifted his head, lips shiny, eyes wild. “You dripping for me already.” In seconds he’d stripped, and my eyes widened at the sight of his c**k. Holy s**t！ It was massive—thick as my wrist, at least ten inches long, veins bulging, the fat purple head already leaking precum. It looked angry. It looked like it was going to ruin me. Lucian grabbed my knees and shoved my legs apart so wide my hips screamed. He fisted that monster c**k and dragged the swollen head through my soaked folds, coating it in my juices. Then he lined up and slammed forward. “AAAAAHHH!” I screamed, back bowing off the bed. The huge head forced my tight virgin entrance open, tearing through my hymen in one savage thrust. Pain exploded through me—white-hot, burning, stretching me so wide I felt like I was splitting in half. Inch after thick inch sank deeper, stretching my walls to their limit until his heavy balls slapped against my ass and the fat head battered my cervix. Blood and slick mixed together, leaking out around his girth. “It hurts! Lucian—too big—please—” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face. He leaned down, teeth grazing my ear. “Scream for me. Isn’t this what you wanted?” He pulled back until only the head remained inside, then rammed home again, harder. The wet, filthy sound of him f*****g me echoed in the room. The pain was still there, sharp and deep, but underneath it something hotter was building. I threw my arms around his broad back, nails digging into his muscles, and started meeting every savage thrust, hips lifting to take him deeper. “That’s it—f**k yes!” he snarled. My surrender snapped something inside him. He went feral. His hips pistoned like a machine, c**k slamming into me over and over, balls slapping my ass, the bed creaking dangerously. I was screaming, crying, moaning his name, my walls fluttering and clenching around the huge invasion. He f****d me through my first orgasm—my p***y spasming so hard I squirted around his c**k. Then he pulled out and painted my t**s and belly with thick ropes of hot c*m, groaning like an animal. Before I could catch my breath he flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and slammed back inside from behind, f*****g me even harder. We didn’t stop. Second round—he came deep inside me, flooding my womb until it overflowed. Third round—he sat me on his lap facing him, biting my neck and n*****s while I rode his massive c**k until I came screaming again and he filled me once more. Fourth—he bent me over the edge of the bed and pounded me until my legs gave out, then pulled out and shot across my back and ass. Fifth, sixth, seventh… I lost count. My voice went hoarse. My p***y was swollen, dripping, aching, yet my legs wrapped around him, nails raking his back, taking every brutal thrust. He marked me everywhere—c*m on my breasts, my face, my hair, my thighs—and pumped load after load into my sore, used p***y until I was overflowing. By the time the sky outside started turning pale gray, we were both drenched in sweat and c*m, bodies glued together. Lucian gave one last deep, possessive thrust, groaning my name as he emptied the final load inside me. Then he collapsed, pulling me tight against his chest, still buried deep. My eyes fluttered shut, body trembling with aftershocks. I could feel his heartbeat against mine, his c**k still twitching inside my ruined p***y, warm c*m slowly leaking out. “Mine,” he whispered against my hair, voice rough. “You are mine.” 'No, I'm not' I smiled sleepily. My task is complete. I can go home now. I fell into a deep sleep. *** The next morning, when I woke up, Lucien was already gone. I can barely walk the next morning. Every step sends pain radiating through my core. Between my thighs is a mess of dried blood and bruises. My wrists are circled with purple from where he held them. Finger-shaped marks darken my hips, my thighs, my breasts. I look like I've been mauled. The dress they give me—a simple servant's gown this time—covers most of the damage. But I can feel it with every movement. I find the rogue leader in the servants' quarters, counting coins. "I did it." My voice comes out hoarse. "I completed the task. He... he took my virginity. So you have to let me go. You promised." He looks up, and the smile that spreads across his face makes my blood run cold. "Ah yes. About that." He stands, pocketing the coins. "Change of plans, girl." "What? No—you said—" "I said a lot of things." He laughs. "Prince Lucian was very pleased with you. So pleased, in fact, that he's purchased you outright. Paid triple what I expected." He gestures grandly. "Congratulations. You belong to royalty now." The words don't make sense. Can't make sense. "No." The word comes out as a whisper. "No, you said if I—if I let him—you said I could go home—" "Did I?" He tilts his head mockingly. "Must have misheard me. Why would I let valuable merchandise walk away?" Understanding crashes over me like ice water. "You lied." My voice shakes with rage and disbelief. "You f*****g LIED—" "Stupid girl." He steps closer, voice dropping to something almost pitying. "You were kidnapped. Sold. The moment those rogues grabbed you at that market, your old life ended." He shrugs. "Your choices now are simple—serve the man who bought you, or die. Those are the only options you get." "NO!" The scream tears from my throat. "I am Beta Mark Reid's daughter! Silver Moon Pack will—" "Will never find you." He says it so casually. So certainly. "You're in Red Claw territory now. Under royal protection. Even if your father somehow tracked you here, you think he'd challenge an Alpha King's son?" He's right. I know he's right. Father is powerful in Silver Moon, but against Red Claw's royalty— I'm lost. Completely, utterly lost. "Now—" The rogue gestures to someone behind me. "The prince has assigned you quarters. His men will escort you." "I won't—" I spin, looking for an escape. "I'll run—I'll fight—" Strong hands grab my arms. Two of Lucian's guards—massive wolves who smell of violence and authority. "Don't make this difficult," one rumbles. I struggle anyway. Kick. Scream. It's useless. They drag me through corridors, ignoring my protests, my pleas, my threats. No one helps. They throw me into a small building in the back courtyard—a two-story structure with barred windows and a single locked door. Luxurious by slave standards—silk sheets, proper furniture, even a bathing room.The door slams shut. The lock clicks. I'm alone. I sink to the floor, trembling with rage and terror and crushing despair. The thought breaks something inside me. I don't know how long I sit there—minutes, hours. Time loses meaning. Then I hear it. Lucian stands in the doorway, backlit by torchlight. Still beautiful. Still cold. "Please, Alpha Lucian, " The word escapes before I can stop it. "Please let me go. I'll do anything—I'll disappear—I'll never tell anyone—just please—" He steps inside. Closes the door behind him. His eyes are different tonight. Not cold. Not disinterested. Red. Actually red around the edges, like his wolf is close to the surface. "Let you go?" His voice is dangerously soft. "After one night?" He stalks closer. I scramble backward until my back hits the wall. "You threw yourself at me. Begged me to take you. Gave me your virginity." He crouches down, bringing his face level with mine. "And now you think you can just... leave?" His hand shoots out, gripping my chin. Hard enough to hurt. "I told you—" His voice drops to something almost feral. "—my bed isn't somewhere you leave easily." His other hand catches my wrist, pressing it against the wall beside my head. His face is inches from mine now. I can see the red bleeding into the purple of his eyes. Can smell the dangerous edge to his scent. "You're mine now, Emma. I'm not nearly done with you yet."