Chapter 1 I Hate My Mate

Leona Barnett's POV:

"No, I'm not mad. You can't do this to me!" I screamed.

They tugged at my arms, dragging me forcefully toward the mental asylum behind me. They attempted to come up to me and cover my mouth so that I'd shut up.

However, I stared stubbornly at the person in the car a short distance away.

Rain fell mercilessly, thoroughly wetting the car windows. A hazy reflection of the frigid face within the car was revealed.

I was trembling. Soren Knight—he was my destined mate.

We were blessed by the Moon Goddess. So, how could he have me sent into a mental asylum all because of my stepsister, Elara Walker?

Unwilling to yield, I struggled with all my might. I yelled through the car window, "Soren, I am your destined mate. Are you going to go against your promise to the Moon Goddess?"

Suddenly, the car door opened. Before I could even rejoice, I was roughly pulled into the car. I fell on Soren, and his neatly-straightened shirt became drenched immediately.

"Soren, I wasn't the one who sent those Rogues to hurt Elara. I didn't steal her ring either. Please believe—"

Before I could finish my sentence, a strong and lean hand grabbed my chin mercilessly. Then, I heard Soren's uniquely husky voice coming from above my head.

"You really can't live without me, can you?"

The pain in my chin forced me to tilt my head up slightly. Soren's blond hair brushed across my forehead, bringing about a tingling sensation.

His eyes were deep, and his beautifully sculpted facial features looked like they were intricately shaped under a moonlit sky.

At this moment, his lips were slightly pursed. He looked both dangerous and mesmerizing at the same time.

"What?"

I couldn't quite gather my thoughts just yet. Did that mean that Soren believed me now?

His hand traveled upward from my chin to my lips. As he brushed his finger gently against my lips, he wrapped his other arm around my waist domineeringly.

I became lost in those grayish-blue eyes of his. It was almost as if I would be able to hear him ask me if I was cold in the next second, just like he used to in a gentle voice all those years ago.

However, he ripped my collar apart out of nowhere. A frosty air emanated around him as he questioned, "Leona, you're deeply in love with me, aren't you? So much so that you have to hurt Elara? Since when did you become so cruel?"

Chills filled my chest. Instantly, my mind became clear. I couldn't help but chuckle bitterly.

I remembered how Soren no longer showed me any gentleness ever since Elara came to the pack. So, why would he have compassion toward me now?

"Like I said, I didn't do any of that. She and her mother framed me!"

I wanted to explain myself.

"That's right. It's always others who falsely accuse you. Even your very own brother, the Larkspur pack's next Alpha, accused you falsely. You are always blameless!

"Those Rogues who tried to violate Elara were also just part of a show she put on for herself!"

Rage and agitation began to show in Soren's eyes. Then, he no longer gave me a chance to explain myself. A loud ripping sound tore through the space as he ripped my blouse off me.

I screamed. The sudden gush of coldness prompted me to put my hands closely over my chest instinctively.

With his strong hands, Soren pressed against the back of my neck, forcing me to turn over.

"I don't want to see this hypocritical face of yours," he growled.

As my skin came in contact with the icy car window, I shivered. I saw those men who were about to drag me into the mental asylum earlier, outside the car window, looking restless. They turned their gazes toward the car.

Meanwhile, the driver in the driver's seat kept sneaking peeks at my chest through the rearview mirror.

I did all I could to curl up, trying to avoid those ogling gazes.

"No, that's not true. I really wasn't the one behind all that. Soren, I'm Leona. I'm your fated mate. You can't do this to me!"

"Oh? My mate? Since we're mates, all the more I won't have to care, then."

I felt a pair of hands catching my bra strap behind me. And with one effortless flick, my white lace bra was ready to slide off.

Fortunately, I already had my hands on my chest the moment my blouse was torn away. At this moment, I held onto my bra tightly in front of me.

It was hanging by a thread, just like my last shred of self-respect.

In the next second, my skirt was pulled up as Soren rubbed my lower body forcefully without a trace of mercy.

Chapter 2 My Coming-Of-Age Ceremony

Leona's POV:

My voice became muffled.

"Since you enjoy getting men to humiliate others, how about I give you a taste of what it's like to be ravaged?" Soren asked.

My wolf, Hatty, roared with rage within me, wanting to break free.

Unfortunately, Soren, as Alpha of the Shadow pack and my future mate, had absolute control over me.

Instead of removing my undergarment, he simply pulled it aside slightly and slipped his fingers right in.

"That hurts!" I exclaimed.

The tight space within the car was filled with his scent, and I found myself being drawn in uncontrollably. "Soren, you once promised me that you would always respect me!"

Nonetheless, the only response I got was his increasingly violent movements, as if he felt like my words were irritatingly loud.

He grabbed the bra out of my hands and tied it around my mouth.

I sobbed while reaching out to tug at it. But, my actions seemed to have angered him.

I heard the sound of a belt buckle being unfastened. In the next second, he pulled both my hands behind me mercilessly.

He couldn't be bothered with any foreplay and simply plunged his massive manhood right into me. At that moment, I felt like my lower body was being split in half.

I wanted to scream, but I was gagged by the bra that was tied around my mouth. So, all I could do was to sob in pain.

Everything around me seemed to have become quiet. The only sounds that were left were Soren's heavy breathing and the rustling sounds from skin rubbing against the car seat.

Though hopelessness filled my heart, I continued to struggle.

No—this was not what I wanted my coming-of-age ceremony to be like when I turned 18!

Yet, the bond with my fated mate compelled my body to yield to him instinctively…

Soren clearly once cupped my face in his hands tenderly as he gave me his word. "My princess, we will relish our first time together in a bed of flowers. I will plant your favorite flowers—cosmos—and watch as they cover the ground beneath you…

"I will hold the Shadow pack's grandest celebration ever to marry you and love you for the rest of my life."

Yet, he was ravishing me in this tight space in the car.

This was the very first time, in the 18 years of my life, that I hated him this badly!

A moan escaped my lips.

A tingling and numbing sensation ignited my senses as an attraction from within my soul made me sink deeper into Soren's repeated thrusts.

I managed to free myself from the belt around my hands, and I pulled down the gag in my mouth, panting heavily.

The scent around Soren made me turn my upper body around uncontrollably. Before I knew it, I had encircled my arms around his neck.

Sincerely, I kissed his chiseled jaw, then stuck my tongue out to have a taste of the corner of his lips.

While my rational thoughts told me to stop, the physical pleasure simply drew me in deeper.

"Leona, I see that everything Elara said was true. You really are someone who can't bear to be lonely. I can't believe you're reciprocating even when I'm humiliating you like this.

"Were those Rogues willing to give you a hand because you'd also used your body to be of service to them previously?"

He leaned forward, his hands squeezing and rubbing my globes aggressively. His warm breath against my shoulder snapped me out of the trance-like state I was in earlier.

I couldn't help but feel rather annoyed. I clenched my teeth, refusing to respond to him any further.

Suddenly, I let out a painful cry.

I felt a sharp pain in my left shoulder. I couldn't believe that he actually bit me on my shoulder. The smell of blood wafted through the car.

This seemed to have excited the man behind me even further. He grabbed me by my waist with one hand and turned me over.

As he did so, I could feel him turning within me too. The overwhelming stimulation caused my eyes to redden instantly.

I finally managed to get a clear look at Soren. Right now, other than the collar of his shirt being slightly undone, his black shirt was completely neat and straight. Only his pants were lowered slightly.

It was as if he could get up at any moment after this act of passion and be off to attend a formal banquet.

In contrast, I was positioned with one leg hoisted over his shoulder. He had ripped my blouse till all that was left were shreds. He had also torn my skirt down one side, leaving it hanging loosely around my waist.

He leaned down, biting into my chest. My sensitive peaks grew hard gradually beneath his tongue. Like a beast that had just been awakened, he began thrusting unusually ferociously.

I turned my head to the side, not wanting to look at this man, whom I once loved with all my heart.

Nonetheless, I widened my eyes the next moment.

The driver in the front seat had not raised the partition. Not only that, he was watching me secretly through the rearview mirror.

Chapter 3 You Don't Deserve to Carry My Child

Leona's POV:

I saw the driver reach his hand out to my other foot. With his calloused fingers, he stroked the sole of my foot and the back of my foot continuously before getting to my calf.

"Don't—"

I struggled with all my might, trying to kick that filthy hand of his away. In the end, I kicked Soren on his shoulder unintentionally, causing him to misunderstand what I was doing.

He roared, "You don't deserve to touch me!"

He flipped me over once again. He grabbed me by my hair, pressing me forcefully against the car window.

My hands were tied once again. This time, he bound them even tighter than before. It even felt like my wrists were going to snap at any second.

He drove me further up, forcing my chest to grind against the car window. I felt cold and hot at the same time.

It was only at this moment that Soren noticed the presence of another person in the car. He gave the driver a sidelong glance. In a frigid voice that carried a displeased tone, he questioned, "What are you still doing here?"

I heard the driver scrambling to open the car door. Right as I let out a sigh of relief, I heard a mocking chuckle from Soren.

"What are you worried about?" he asked.

He lowered the car window a slit on purpose, revealing my dark hair.

The icy rain water trickled in along my hair down to my chest, my belly, and the point where we were joined as one.

Soren seemed to enjoy a thrill like this very much.

I struggled frantically and cursed loudly. Yet, it only excited the man behind me even further.

He let out a growl, thrusting even harder.

I did my best to lower myself and shrink further into the car, afraid that the bunch of madmen outside would see what I looked like now.

Nonetheless, my actions seemed to make Soren misunderstand.

A loud smack reverberated through the air. "You're such a slut indeed, having the mind to look at others when making love with me. It seems like I haven't punished you hard enough!" he roared.

All of a sudden, he pulled his manhood out, and a small burst of air was released.

In the next moment, he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, lifting my bottoms up even higher. Before I even had the chance to catch my breath, he plunged all the way in once again.

I screamed in pain, shaking my head as hard as I could. "It's too deep. Too deep! No, don't! Just let me go, Soren!"

The physical pain prompted my lower body to tense up, but the rapid surge of pleasure only drove Soren further into his frenzy.

He seemed to be annoyed by my pleas. He released his hold around my waist and stuffed the bra from earlier into my mouth as quickly as he could.

Right after that, my vision went dark. He had covered my head with his jacket.

I wanted to yell and call him a jerk. However, all I could do was make the sound of helpless, muffled cries.

My tears mixed in with the rain, streaming down simultaneously as I sank into despair.

Just like a small boat out on the vast sea, my body rose and fell repeatedly with Soren's every thrust. I lost track of time before the man behind me let out a roar.

A searing wave gushed forth, straight into the inner depths of me.

I didn't even have the strength to scream. My vision was blocked, my hands were tied, and I couldn't even make a sound.

At this moment, my sense of touch was heightened even further. I could clearly feel Soren retreating slowly as warm liquid trickled down along my thighs.

Right after that, I felt him reach in with two slender fingers. I squirmed in discomfort, trying to free myself from him.

Then, he said in a hoarse voice, "A woman like you doesn't deserve to carry my child."

He worked continuously to scrape the fluid out of me with his fingers while all I could do was cry helplessly.

The door slammed shut with a loud bang. Soren had thrown me out of the car mercilessly.

Instantly, the icy rain water consumed me. As he drove off, water from the spinning car wheels splattered over me, leaving me cold and numb.

Just like that, Soren abandoned me at the door to the mental asylum in a state of undress. Then, I watched as his car disappeared from my line of sight.

That said, something even more devastating happened.

Someone roared in laughter. "I heard that this is the daughter of the Larkspur pack's Alpha. I've never tasted what it's like to be with a noble woman."

"Well, here's your chance today!"

"Just look at her. She's practically asking for it."

"Ms. Elara gave her instructions for us to make sure that we take good care of her…"

One of the men sniggered. "A woman who's just been had is probably wetter. Hurry up, you. We're all waiting in line!"

I widened my eyes, staring as the lowlives in front of the asylum charged at me, grabbing me with their filthy hands…

Chapter 4 Behave Yourself

Leona's POV:

"Patient 008. Patient 008, your family member is here to pick you up!"

I jolted awake and sat right up in bed, panting heavily. The scenes from three years ago felt like they'd just happened yesterday. Yet, the bite mark on my shoulder reminded me that all that was not just a dream.

If my wolf, Hatty, had not broken free and protected me at that crucial moment, I couldn't even begin to imagine what would've happened that night.

I gritted my teeth, fighting against my trembling body as I looked to the door.

The nurse shouted at me impatiently. "Patient 008, what's taking you so long? Come on out. Your family member is waiting for you outside!"

Family? Did I still have family?

When the nurse saw me sitting lifelessly on the bed, she came forward and grabbed me up by my hair. "Are you about to die? Didn't you hear me?"

She shoved me to the entrance of the mental asylum. The moment the doors opened, sunlight shone on my pale face, prompting me to shield my eyes with my hand instinctively.

How long had it been since I last saw the sun?

A month? Or two? Or, half a year?

I couldn't remember anymore because I was confined in isolation since I beat up the son of mental asylum director. I had been in the dark basement for far too long.

"Hurry up!"

The nurse behind me gave me a shove. Already feeling weak in the first place, I stumbled forward. The pain in my left leg made all color drain from my face instantly.

The nurse pouted. "Why are you pretending? Didn't you break someone's arm just a month ago? You're just pretending to be weak now that someone's here to back you up, aren't you?"

I lay sprawled on the floor, trying my best to prop myself back up. The patient gown hung loosely over me, and the pain in my calf and wrists made me break out in cold sweat.

A black Bentley was parked across the street from the mental asylum. The car window rolled down, revealing a man's charming face.

Clearly, he had heard what the nurse said earlier.

He got out of the car. His gaze brushed across my legs, then he let out a scoff. "It looks like you still haven't learned to behave yourself, even after the last three years. Now, you've even learned to act miserable?"

My heart dropped. For some reason, I welled up.

He was Lucian Barnett, the son of the Larkspur pack's Alpha. He was also… my very own elder brother.

No, he wasn't my elder brother anymore, not since six years ago!

My mother passed away when I was very young. Because my father, Leonard Barnett, was occupied with the pack's matters, Lucian and I grew up depending on one another.

He was once the best brother in the world.

As long as there were any clothes, bags, or accessories that I liked, he would come up with ways to get them for me.

When I scraped myself accidentally, he would feel bad and blame himself for it.

Nevertheless, he was the first one who suggested admitting me to a mental asylum three years ago, all because of our stepsister.

I could still remember the look of disdain in his eyes right before I left. Now that three years had passed, he still hated me as much as before.

I got to my feet slowly. The spot where my leg was broken started throbbing painfully again.

"Aren't you here to pick me up? Let's go," I said, avoiding his hand that he had extended to me as I limped toward the car.

My actions seemed to have angered him. He grabbed me by my sleeve and questioned in anger, "Addicted to acting weak, are you? Don't forget that you got people to humiliate Elara three years ago.

"Not only did you steal what her grandmother left for her, but you also hired people to violate her. Yet now, you can't handle spending only three years at the mental asylum?"

In an annoyed tone, he threatened, "If you're still not going to repent, you should continue staying here."

I jumped in fright. No, I couldn't stay here any longer.