Chapter 9 - Rejection

• The Thing POV
• Looking down, I see on my body the marks left by what happened, they are not completely closed and should leave scars... These will be the marks so that I don't forget that I am nothing but an object even for my destined Mate.
• So I just stare at the ground, waiting for the next command, saying nothing, making no sound except my breathing. Then I noticed him coming closer. His hand enters my field of vision. He touches my chin and lifts my face, I can't resist.
• I met his eyes, which had always been my security. His expression is a mixture of feelings: guilt, pain, resentment, anger, hatred, and many others. All of them he can afford to feel and I don't dare to try anything else than what I've already learned.
• "I let things go too far." My Master spoke, lightly stroking my cheek with his thumb.
• I could feel the warm sparks, but just like the pain, I fought the reactions it caused and just looked at him with a passive expression.
• "But you made me proud because even though I only said half an hour, you were on your feet for over an hour." His compliment is misrepresented.
• Even someone like me, who hasn't had that much education, knows that...
• "And it wasn't more than a few hours, what happened was in the afternoon, and now it's still ten o'clock at night."
• His smile is charming, he's really happy, well... I've never been told that I'm not a good slave, at least not that... So there's no surprise. I know how to do my part very well.
• It's just that my indifference is starting to affect my master. He's getting irritated, his aura is getting heavier and I know his wolf is trying to show itself. What did he expect? That I'd be happy? Hypocrisy speaks, doesn't it? The next moment I felt his lips against mine. I opened mine and let him enter my mouth, intertwining our tongues and my body responded to his and I felt this warmth spread and begin to concentrate in my lower abdomen.
• After all, his smell, his closeness and his warmth are everything my body craves and has learned to crave the day before, but at the same time, I can still feel the pain from the torture I suffered earlier.
• He realizes this and holds me with one hand while the other goes to my breast. I can feel my nipples hardening, but the pain is still there, I can feel my inner muscles burning, as well as my breathing getting harder, but my sex getting wetter.
• These are things that I can't control, that are beyond my capacity, but unlike before when I hugged him and accepted his caresses and marveled at them, now I just let him do what he wants and of course, I avoid making any sound other than breathing.
• Will that be my job tonight? To be the body with which he satisfies himself? Well, that's it. I closed my eyes and just let him caress me, the smell of my excitement growing, he could tell he was making me wet, but his touches became more aggressive.
• I felt him penetrate me with two fingers, deep, at the same time as he pulled his lips away from mine, but I didn't moan, I just arched my back. There was no pain because I was very wet. The sound of his fingers against my sex echoed, and I began to feel the pressure in my lower abdomen increase, even more so when he twisted his fingers and rubbed the tips against my inner muscles, finding my G-spot.
• It wasn't hard to keep from moaning, because he had taught me that I could do it, even in the face of far worse. He then began to make circular movements against my clit with his thumb, increasing the sensations.
• I open my lips to breathe better as my lungs are burning from the extra strain placed on them in such a short time, but the only thing he hears is my heavier breathing. After a while, I feel my pleasure reach its maximum, and I finally come in his hand.
• Then he pulls away angrily, I lower my head, waiting for the next step, I hear glass breaking and his aura rises to a level worse than the first time I saw him. The irrational fear I felt the first time is gone.
• A loud growl and in the next instant there is a shadow of me, it's not a wolf, no... It's a Lycan, a creature that can stand on two legs, with hands that look like claws but can hold weapons. Its body is muscular, and only some parts are covered with blackish fur.
• "Mine!" I hear his wild voice, loud enough to make my hair stand on end, and I know that this scream must have been heard beyond these walls.
• Then its hand comes to my face. I can feel the tips of its claws scratching my skin, and I lift my face again to meet his. It's longer, and there's hair growing around his cheeks, his mouth is a little further forward, and his teeth are sharper, a cross between a wolf's and a man's face.
• "He's an idiot. He managed to ruin this..." I hear the Lycan's voice.
• "You let him." Those were the words that came out of my mouth before I could even stop them.
• Pain and guilt flashed across his face, I could feel him squeezing my face tighter, trembling, controlling himself, fighting his instincts... But what were they? To hurt me? He'd already let that happen... Apologize to me. How would that change what had happened?
• "I didn't let it... Every move that idiot Hoff made, I wanted to turn around and rip his head off, but my human managed to overpower me in such a way that I only woke up when your body was on the ground." He explained.
• I can feel a pang in my chest and don't want that. I don't want to feel hope... It will only break me more.
• "I'm just a slave," I said, sighing. "I don't have the right to ask for or feel anything."
• I can't blame anyone but myself for being stupid enough to think it could be something more.
• "No! You're my mate!" The beast said.
• I closed my eyes and leaned my face against his hand, not caring if it cut my face.
• I felt him wrap his other arm around me and pull me up, putting my head on his chest. I know this is our goodbye and so does he because I can hear his heart beating faster.
• Your human will never accept me, for him I'll always be just another thing he can use...
• "I couldn't protect her..." The beast spoke, and I felt my chest tighten. "But I won't let him use the bond against you."
• I could feel the air around us changing and getting colder.
• "I, Ghost Wyvern, reject you as my mate and future Queen of the Lycans and Werewolves."
• I feel the pain inside me as if every part of my body is being torn apart, I scream, it's the scream of all the others I refused to let go of, I hear the background sound of things breaking as my body writhes and I lose consciousness for a few seconds. When I come to, I'm still in the beast's arms.
• "You must accept..." He speaks, his body shaking. I can feel his pain and sadness, but he and I both know that this is inevitable.
• "I, a slave, accept Ghost Wyvern's rejection and relinquish my position as the future Queen of the Lycans and Werewolves."
• I didn't even know what words to say until I finished. I could see the veins in his body getting blacker and pulsating, but he didn't howl, he resisted and after a few seconds I couldn't feel our connection anymore.
• Ghost puts me down, and I know he's hurt, but it's the best solution to our problem. He nuzzles my forehead and then his body slows down and he moves away before his human takes over again.