You Rejected Me. Remember?

Narrator

Calvin glared at the trembling girl who stood in front of him. He wasn’t amused by what had happened. He swiveled in his chair, his eyes constantly drilling holes at her.

“I thought you wanted to use the weapon against our enemy,” he solemnly mumbled, twisting his cigarette between two fingers.

“I… I…” she stammered. “I thought… I thought she was….”

Calvin hissed, cutting her in.

“No, that isn’t good enough,” he g*****d, massaging his forehead.

“I can’t believe that I can’t even kill you off. That’s the least I could do for my late friend. Otherwise, you would be lying under six feet the moment you arrived here about a month ago,” he glanced at her with a look full of resentment.

“I could have lost my chosen mate because of you. I don’t know if it was your luck that the brown wolf intervened. Because if anything happened to my bride, I would rip your head off!”

His solemn statement made her shudder. There was something intimidating about the tone of his voice that made it uneasy for her.

Her chest constricted uncomfortably and he chewed on her lower l*p in anticipation.

She knew she had messed up. Calvin was right. Perhaps it was her luck that her attempt to stab the bipedal wolf failed. After that stunt, she wouldn’t be welcome in the lycan army and if Calvin was going to avenge her mistake, she would be better off dead.

Gulping, she faced the rogue leader. She was scared. Scared that one wrong word could be enough for him to order his men to kill her in spite of her being his friend’s daughter. After all, he was a rogue who didn’t care about anything. Ever since he was exiled, his dark side inundated him and whatever good he had in him faded away. Still, she had to try…

“Please… forgive me. I was unaware that she was your chosen mate. As much as I knew she already had a lover…”

Calvin froze and slowly gazed at Natasha, his eyes red with fury. Her heart raced as she sucked in a breath. She had messed up… again.

“What did you say?” he growled.

Natasha’s eyebrows knitted together, worried about the consequences. She didn’t want to be tortured, and that was exactly what Calvin would put her through if she angered him. At least that’s what she thought he would do.

“What. Did. You. Say!” his thunderous voice boomed in the lair. Her silence has fueled his rage. He didn’t like to repeat himself and more than that, he hated when he didn’t get the answers he wanted.

She flinched. However, when she saw his widened eyes, clenched fists, and bulging nerves in his neck, she knew she better talk. After mustering up all the courage she could, she faced him, despite feeling apprehensive.

“She… she already has a lover…” she stuttered.

“She found her mate?” Calvin was trying his best to contain his hostility. He knew he had to use wisdom. If she had found her mate, he would have to change his strategy to make her his. He would have to get rid of her mate first and he would gladly do that.

Natasha found it a bit easier to confront him since Calvin didn’t scream at her afterward. Nevertheless, she knew she would have to choose her words wisely.

Shaking her head, “no,” she said, “they aren’t mates, but they are lovers. I don’t know what they are going to do when or if she finds her mate. I tried to warn him, but he is… what can I say… stupid and stubborn. I tried to catch his attention but that idiot…”

Calvin chuckled, making her trail off. Natasha blankly stared at him wondering if she had said something funny. Anyway, it had lightened up the atmosphere of the lair. She found herself loosening up while Calvin laughed.

Regardless of not knowing the reason for his laughter, she forced a smile.

“So you like him, don’t you? I see why you attacked the girl.”

The reason for his amusement dawned upon Natasha and she didn’t find it funny. She had unintentionally exposed her feelings towards Leo. She pursed her lips, holding back her urge to roll her eyes. She knew what Calvin was capable of. He would kill without any remorse. Although she knew he had said that he wouldn’t, she knew she had to be careful while dealing with him. She found his mockery impertinent, yet she had to remain silent.

“It’s perfect,” he suddenly mumbled, catching her attention. “You can have the lad, but leave my girl alone. And since they aren’t true mates, I don’t think I have anything to worry about,” he snickered as he stood up from his seat.

Natasha sighed. “H is adamant. He wouldn’t leave her. But perhaps if her true mate shows up…”

“Shut up!” Calvin ordered. “She will be my bride.”

He remained silent for several minutes. The silence in the air sounded heavy on her and the time seemed to drag by. He kept puffing on his cigarette and blowing the smoke into the air before dropping it onto the floor and crushing it under his feet. After what seemed like an eternity to Natasha, he placed his hands in his pocket, he straightened his body.

“I think we are deviating from our real motive. Getting a girl wasn’t my real goal. It was defeating that pathetic Queen. She has ruined my chance of becoming rich and tarnished my reputation. So even if I can’t have that girl as my mate, I will defeat the ridiculous royal family and bring an end to their reign. Getting the girl was just the cherry on the top,” a sly smirk curled on his lips as he winked at her.

He sauntered towards Natasha, who shifted on her feet, feeling intimidated by his approach. He halted a few feet away from her. The lopsided grin on his face had an evil tinge to it.

“Honestly, I’m more worried that you had made that stupid mistake and now you are out of the Palace. I loved having my spies working close to the royals. But you are here now. What can I use you for?”

Her lips parted as she hastily kneeled down in front of him.

“I’ll do anything. I’ll fight for you. I’ll teach what I learnt during my training sessions to your people. I’ll… “

“You know what, Natasha?” he cut her in.

“We already have all of that. I have skilled, well trained men and women in my army. Even if you don’t join us, we have enough fighters. And have you forgotten that I also used to be a warrior in the lycan army? How can a new recruit teach my men something I don’t already know? I have and am teaching them everything about fighting. So that’s useless, don’t you think?” His grin widened.

Natasha hesitated. Wondering if he was hinting at something, she tilted her head. Wrinkling her forehead, she tried to read him. What could he be indicating? She had nothing to offer other than her services, but the problem was, he didn’t seem to be interested in them.

She looked right into his eyes. Perhaps he might be interested in something else. She was ready to do anything to stay alive.

“I hope something can be arranged. I’ll do anything,” she firmly stated. She didn’t care about what he was going to suggest as long as he let her live.

“Anything?”

The amusement on his face was inappropriate, yet she nodded her head. She had stepped into this mess, and now there was no way out.

“Anything,” she confirmed, without backing away.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Good,” he hissed and grabbed her throat, making her gasp. “Because you have great assets that I would like to use.”

Her eyes widened. He couldn’t mean…

Her thoughts were interrupted when he grasped her breasts, forcefully kneading them. She was certain that he would bruise them, but she liked it… she always liked it rough.

She gulped.

“But… but you’re my daddy’s friend…”

“So what? You’re an adult now and I’m not your father. Besides, it has been a long time since I’ve let go of morals. What good did it do to me? Huh?”

He suddenly ripped her shirt off her, exposing her naked body to all the eyes in the office of his lair.

She gasped and hastily covered her chest with her hands, but Calvin growled and attacked them with his mouth and hands. She looked around. His guards were surrounding them, but none of them seemed to care about what he was doing.

“You said, anything,” he grumbled as he ripped her tights off.

“Y… yes…”

“Then this shall be it!”

He growled right before he took her rough and hard right in front of all the eyes and ears in the office. Her hesitation slowly vanished as she felt him bang into her. It had been a long time since she had a good f**k. Soon enough, the office resounded with the sound of her m***s and his growls.

“You will be my slut! My personal slut! I see that you like it rough little b***h!” He growled in between his thrusts as he had her bent over the table in his office, while he yanked at her hair.

He showed no mercy by the time he was done, Natasha felt raw… and she liked it.

“Get the f**k out of my office!” He snarled, throwing the torn shirt at her.

“Hey, you!” He called one of his men.

“Show her to a room. A good one… I hope you know what I mean,” he instructed and his rogues instantly obeyed.

Natasha hurriedly wore the shirt that barely covered her bum, but that was it. Calvin had torn it, and her chest was uncovered. Her tights were torn so badly that she couldn’t wear them at all. So she timidly followed Calvin’s guard, occasionally pulling at the hem of her shirt with one hand while covering her chest area with the other, because she was pretty much exposed.

She may have been sexually active, but this was the first time she had s*x in front of other witnesses. And it was most certainly the first time she had walked out in the open with barely any clothes on.

The rogue took her to a room that had a comfortable bed. When he left her alone, she looked around and noticed that the room was rather well made.

She chuckled. Perhaps this wasn’t too bad after all. She would be living in good conditions. She wouldn’t mind being Calvin’s slut if he was such a monster in bed.

Smirking, she thought about the little session she just had with him. If that was how good he was at it in the office, in front of others, she couldn’t wait to find out how good he would be in a real bedroom.

Laughing, she slumped onto the mattress. She was going to have a roof over her head, food and great s*x. Who in her right mind wouldn’t want that? She thought, as she chuckled all by herself. Though she was hesitant to team up with Calvin at first, she was now glad that she agreed to help her father’s friend. He was now her master. He had claimed her as his.

At first, she was compelled by the urge to keep in touch with him because she she cared for him. After all, Calvin was her late father’s good friend and he has been always there for her after her father’s death. He had died due to heartbreak after the death of her mother leaving Natasha alone.

She was just a little girl who needed all the help she could have. His assistance curbed when he was exiled about five years ago. She had other relatives who were ready to help her anyway. However, she was shocked when he reached out for her when she finished high school, after years of not hearing from him.

He was a rogue, yet, she hadn’t forgotten how he supported her when she needed it the most. So she secretly kept in contact with him. Yet, when he asked her to spy for her she was reluctant.

Spying for the rogues was something she hesitated to do. However, she ended up taking the bait and agreeing to help when Calvin narrated a story of how he was wrongly exiled.

When she found out the real reason for his exile, it was already too late. She was deeply involved in their work and fleeing was out of the question, because if she did, Calvin vowed that he would make her life a living hell.

Besides, when she found out that they had developed a new poison which had no antidote to it, she thought she could use it to get rid of her personal problem. She wasn’t aware that Calvin had started to like Astrea.

Smirking, she looked at the bathroom door. Perhaps that wasn’t much of her problem anymore. At least that’s what she thought.

“I think I’ll freshen up.”

When she walked out of the bathroom, Calvin was waiting for her in the room.

She smirked. Was he here for more? Feeling bold, she approached him, but when he forcefully jerked her hair, she winced. Though it was painful, she hoped that the pain would result in something pleasurable.

However, when he slapped her hard, causing her to taste b***d, she was stunned.

“You’re such a slut,” he chuckled.

“I’m not here to have s*x. I want to make one thing clear,” he hissed into her face.

“You, are my slut… meaning my slave. And you will do what I want you to, but,” he paused. “My bride can be only one girl,” he stated while he maintained eye contact.

She studied his countenance. She knew it was best to agree to whatever he said, despite the burning flame of hatred in her heart towards Astrea.

She nodded and he let her go.

“Good. Because the next b***d moon is when we attack again it will be the time we take over. I’ll have what I want,” he gasped his fists in determination..

“The next b***d moon?”

“It is within four months,” he answered her.

Sighing, “why the b***d moon?” she asked.

Grinning, “because that’s when part two of my plan will ripen. You don’t really think that I let her go back for nothing, do you? I could have taken her with me. I knew they would surround her and perhaps dilute the spell I had cast on her, but that’s all they can do,” he chuckled.

Natasha heaved a breath. So four months.

“So am I supposed to stay here and look pretty? Nothing else?”

“Actually, no. When we go to war, you must come. We all must. This war must be won!”