Alpha's Little Vampire Mate
Chapter 38

Chloe's POV:

I walked into the room, shoulders high and head raised. Mark was sitting on the large bed which was similar to the one I had in the other room, while Marcus was sitting in front of a desk, writing away on a long sheet of paper.

I walked over to him, staring him in the face but his eyes never raised up to meet mine. He remained focused on whatever he was writing, acting like I wasn't present in the room. I scoffed, turning my attention to Mark. He was looking at me but once I looked his way, his eyes shot up to the ceiling, pretending to look at nothing!

With narrowed eyes, I moved towards him and he tensed up. I could feel the tension radiating from him, when I went to sit beside him. "Mark," I called in a sharp voice.

"Chloe," he replied, clearing his throat. "How may I assist you?"

I regarded him with narrowed eyes. He maintained a blank expression, no matter how hard I stared, I couldn't decipher a hint of an emotion. It also didn't help that he wasn't looking me straight in the eyes. Would I be wasting my time, trying to collect words from him?

I decided to give it a try anyway. "What is going on? Is there something I should know that nobody is telling me?"

"Nothing," he replied quickly. His eyes met mine for a second, before they went back to staring into space. "There is nothing for me to tell, nothing at all!"

"How sure," I didn't try to disguise my disbelief as I spat at him, coming off harsher than I intended to. "Are you, that you telling the truth right now?"

"Ehem!" He cleared his throat again. "I am very..." he hesitated. "Very sure."

"On a scale of one to ten?"

The heavy sounds of large palms slamming on hard wood, made me almost jump out of my skin. I whipped around to see the perpetrator of such evil, sitting behind the desk, with an ugly scowl on his face.

I placed my hand on my drumming chest dramatically, inhaling large breaths to help calm my racing heart. "Marcus! Are you demented or something? You almost scared me to death!"

He gave me some kind of look, then turned to Mark. "Get out!" He roared.

"He is going nowhere!" I roared back, getting to my feet. My whole being was shaking and I'd awoken my demon. She was at the back of my mind, getting ready to step forward if I summoned her. My wolf was equally mad at Marcus, and for her to take my side this time, I was sure not only I thought that Marcus had messed up big time. "I'm having a conversation with him, so mind your business because nobody called you here!"

He laughed humourlessly, his face contorting into one of grave anger. His eyes started to glow a dark blue, but I wasn't about to let that scare me. "How dare you question my authority?" He asked in a threatening voice.

My wolf started growling at him, trying to forcefully shift me. I had never felt her so angry, it kind of got me concerned. "How dare you question my authority too?" I retorted, my reply seeming to calm my wolf a bit.

He scoffed, sizing me like I was some sort of small, dainty creature. "I am Alpha of this pack and you all are my subjects!" He yelled, giving me an icy glare. "Who do you even think you are?"

Okay, that did prick at my pride... maybe it did hurt a little more than it should have. I fought back the angry tears that had started to well up in my eyes.

"I," I said in a shaky but proud tone. "Am Luna of this pack, your queen and 'co-ruler' of our subjects! Who do you think you are to treat me like I am trash!"

He rolled his eyes, falling back into his chair. He rubbed a hand down his face, then turned back to Mark. "Mark, leave us..."

Mark got up, getting ready to leave the room. I shot him an icy glare, and he stopped in his tracks, looking helplessly between Marcus and I. "Mark, don't move an inch!"

Marcus's pupils started dilating and his eyes darkened. He got off his chair, grabbing it and the wood shattered in splinters, as he smashed it on the floor. He was loosing his sanity and I knew I should stop, but I was far gone to care.

My fangs had started itching to shoot out, and I could feel my temperature dropping to a complete freezing point as my eyes started to glow red. "You do not scare me Marcus, not. One. Bit!"

He roared, grabbing the table and tumbling it up in the air and just like the chair, the hard wood ended up in splinters with papers flung all over the place. He took threatening steps towards me, and I stood my ground, glaring with the same fury.

"Is that a challenge, little girl?" he mocked, his lips curving in a lopsided smile. "Don't make an enemy of me, sweetheart, I won't put love before thinking of harming you!"

"And what if I do?" I roared back. "Since you're so full of your position as Alpha, I wouldn't mind fighting you and taking it from-"

He dashed across the room in a flash, pinning me to the wall. "Don't complete that sentence sweetheart, don't say things you'd regret, be a good little girl..." he said, giving me a pat on the head.

"I hate you," I said, feeling so small as my pride had been completely squashed. "So much, I hate you with all my heart!"

For a moment, I thought I saw his eyes softened, hurt flickering in them. But the emotion vanished, just as it had appeared. He smirked, mischief swirling in his eyes. "Those weren't your words, when I had my thick cock buried deep inside your pussy, were they?"

I felt a familiar heat course through my body, and came to settle at my core. I couldn't believe I was getting horny when he'd just insulted me. I raised my hand to slap him, but he cut my wrist, pinning it above my head. "You're such a pig," I spat, giving him a dirty look.

He pushed his body forward, pressing his chest against my breasts. I felt my nipples harden instantly, and he felt it too, because he chuckled knowingly. His eyes flickered down to my lips and he lowered his to mine.

I tried to struggle with him, 'tried': being the keyword. I used my free hand, pushing against his chest but he released my neck, grabbed my hand and pinned it on the wall with the other one.

I refused to kiss him back, resisting the pressure he was mounting on my lips. He bit on my lip and as I gasped, he snaked his tongue into my mouth, sucking on mine like it was going to be our last kiss.

I heard the door open and slam shut, Mark muttering a string of profanities under his breath.

I didn't know I'd started returning his kisses, my tongue dancing with his as I kissed him with equal fervour. He released my hands and grabbed unto my thighs, lifting me up and I wrapped my arms around his neck. So much for being angry huh?

I needed him to satisfy this fire that was burning in me right now, I'll leave my regrets for later.

He moved with me back to the bed, following me as he gently placed me down. He positioned himself on top of me, pushing us deeper into the bed. His hands grabbed mine again, pinning them above my head he continued his torture on my lips.

His lips left mine, falling lower to my neck where he sucked and kissed on it, his tongue caressing where he'd crested his mark on my skin. I moaned, feeling pain from the rawness of the wound, it had just been two weeks and it still wasn't completely healed.

He placed a soft kiss there, then his lips wandered down in between the valley of my breast. He took my other hand, joining it with the other and held them down with one big palm, while the other raised up

my shirt. He gently shoved my bra aside, exposing my nipples to him and took one in his mouth.

I moaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He ravished me with a kind of hunger that he had never had before. If this was what it felt like to have angry sex, then I would make sure to rile him up as often as I can.

"Ah..." I moaned softly, when he bit on a nipple. He took his attention to the other on, pulling it with his teeth and I was so lost in my feelings of ecstasy, that I hadn't noticed the silver handcuffs beside me... that was until he pulled them around my wrist.

Click.

And I felt the silver burn into my flesh, leaving a stinging sensation. I stared at him, then at each hand, my heart racing as I tried to make sense of what was happening.

"What's going on?" I asked Marcus who had lifted himself off me, and was now looking down at me with guarded eyes. "Marcus? What's going on?!"

He pushed my nipples back into my bra, pulling my shirt down to cover the upper part of my body. "I'm sorry," was all he replied.

He got out of the bed and as if on cue, Mark and Titus stomped into the room, carrying a large quantity of silver materials.

My heart shattered by their betrayal, as tears started dropping out of my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. I always knew something like this was going to happen, but I thought I'd really found another family who loved and accepted me for what I was, but how wrong was I...

They got busy adorning the room in silver wares. Replacing the carpet with a silver covered rug, the vases, curtains, tables, chairs... everything was covered in silver.

I looked around, my lips trembling slightly as another sob left me. I turned to look at Marcus and his eyes hadn't left me, he just stood there staring long and hard at me. The very man that I hoped would protect me from every harm, was the first one to turn his back on me.

Mark and Titus kept stealing glances and soon, they followed Marcus out of the room. My eyes met his at the door. He hadn't moved an inch from there, he just stood there staring at me.

I thought I'd seen tears in his eyes, so I got hopeful and decided to beg, a little hope building in me. "Marcus," I sobbed. "I'm sorry if I haven't been good to you, if I've been disrespectful and all. I promise that if you forgive me, I'd do whatever you want!"

He remained silent, just staring at me. After a moment, he finally spoke but those were not the words I desired to hear. "Lock the door and cover it in silver, don't let anyone in here, ever!"

I shook my head violently. "No baby! No Marcus, please!" I sobbed. "I love you, please don't do this to me!"

And the door slammed shut.

I fell back on the bed sobbing, a sharp scream leaving my throat when I tried to pull against the silver handcuffs. They only burn deeper into my skin, so I decided to just relax and not fight it.

Marcus's betrayal made me feel like dying, but Lily's hurt me the most. I thought she loved me, I thought I'd found a sister I never had. I would give my life for her anytime, but she turned her back on me when I needed her the most! Now... all I had to do was wait, wait and see what they had in store for me...