Free Web NovelChapter 9: Brutally Taken
Rebecca’s POV
"Please," I sobbed, the tears burning my flushed cheeks as I squeezed my eyes shut. "Please, King Kaden, don’t do this. I am begging you. I didn’t touch her..."
"You think you have no choices left, murderer?" Kaden scoffed, his face twisting into a mocking, ruthless smirk. He stepped back just an inch, leaning his massive, tattooed frame against the mahogany desk, crossing his thick arms over his bare chest. He looked at me like I was a stray animal he was deciding whether to crush under his boot or throw into a cage. "You still have a choice. I can open those doors right now, call the guards back up, and have them drag you to the courtyard to be publicly beheaded by sunrise."
He paused, his pitch-black eyes drilling into my soul, stripping away the last of my dignity.
"Or," he snarled, "you remain here. You become my breeder, and you will give me back the heir you stole from my kingdom. Choose."
A fresh wave of terror crashed over me, making my breath hitch in my throat. Beheaded. If they executed me tomorrow, Brandon and Monica would win. The truth would die with me, and my name would carry the shame of a murderer forever. No. I couldn’t die. I had to live, even if living meant surviving a living hell. I had to stay alive to prove my innocence.
I swallowed the bitter taste of fear, my trembling fingers slowly moving down to the silk tie at my waist. My breath hitched as I pulled the knot free. The robe parted. With a shaky inhale, I let the smooth white fabric slide off my shoulders, pooling around my ankles on the cold floor.
I stood completely naked before the Alpha King, my pale skin covered in dark bruises, the raw arrow slice on my thigh weeping slightly against my leg. freeweɓnovel.cøm
Kaden’s eyes raked over my bare form. There was no lust in his gaze, no warmth—only a deep, burning disgust that made me feel entirely worthless. His upper lip curled in a sneer, his dark aura flaring out so intensely that the air in the room grew heavy and hard to breathe.
"Move over to the desk," he ordered coldly, his voice devoid of any humanity. "And bend over."
I hesitated, my heart racing, my panic rising.
"Don’t make me repeat myself, murderer. Go over to the desk," Kaden’s angry voice echoed in the room, making my entire body tremble even more with fear.
I looked up to hold his gaze and was terrified when I noticed his dark eyes were completely consumed by pitch-black rage. Filled with embarrassment and shame, I wrapped my arms around my chest and moved over to the desk with shaky legs.
"Turn your back," he ordered, and my heart raced faster. I obeyed and positioned my back to face him, placing my hands flat against the cold wood. A few hot tears fell down my cheeks, but I quickly forced myself to stop crying.
Soon, I heard his footsteps behind me, and then I felt his suffocating presence. He was so close that I had to swallow the bile rising in my throat, unable to move. Suddenly, a thick black blindfold slipped over my eyes, and I flinched.
"Stay still," he ordered, and panic surged through me. My breathing grew rapid and shallow.
"What... are..."
"I won’t give you the pleasure of seeing me naked," he spat with anger and tied the blindfold tightly behind my head.
My fear intensified as my sight went dark. "No...! Take it off. I promise I won’t look," I pleaded in fear, but he only responded with an angry grunt.
The sound of his zipper made me cringe, and my entire body locked up. Never would I have thought that my first time would be in such a brutal way. I had always fantasized that my first time would be with my fated mate—a man who loved me, cherished me, and held me gently. I never imagined being taken like a prisoner by a monster who blamed me for his mate’s death.
Before I could comprehend what was happening, forceful hands gripped my thighs and parted my legs wide. I wanted to pull away out of panic, but he slammed my head down onto the desk and leaned close to my left ear.
"You are my breeder. You will bear me an heir to replace the son you stole, and then you will leave this kingdom forever," he snarled, his hot breath brushing my skin. "Not a move or a sound from you."
His warning forced me to go completely mute; even my shaky breaths caught in my throat. Suddenly, I felt the thick, burning tip of his length touching my cold, untouched entrance. My heart raced in the pitch darkness. With a brutal jerk, he yanked my hips back closer to himself and plunged straight inside me without any preparation.
"Ahhhh!" I screamed out as a blinding wave of agony ripped through my core, his full length tearing past my barrier and shattering my virginity in the most brutal way possible.
Kaden let out a low, animalistic groan against my neck, but I couldn’t tell if it was from satisfaction or pure hatred. He pulled out of me almost completely and slammed right back in.
"Ahh!" I cried out, the tearing pain unbearable.
He instantly gripped my hair, violently pulling my head off the desk. "One more sound from you, and I will fuck you to death," he threatened, slamming my face back down onto the hard mahogany.
"Helen is dead, but I believe her spirit can see this—her pathetic murderer getting broken on my desk," he grunted, pulling back before driving deep inside me again.
I muffled my pain, locking my jaw tight as he began to thrust in and out of me in a fast, punishing rhythm, aggressively taking my body. He gathered my long hair into a tight grip, pulling it back like a leash as his heavy pelvis smashed against my bare ass cheeks over and over. The physical discomfort and raw burning consumed my entire being. I wanted to scream, but the silver suppression collar made me too weak to fight an Alpha King. All I could do was grip the edge of the desk, taking the hard thrusts silently while he had his way with me.
"This is your life now," he grunted, his large palms clamping onto my waist so tightly his fingers dug into my bruised flesh. "You thought you could slaughter a human Luna and face no consequences? You will pay for every ounce of blood she lost."
He groaned deeply, slamming deeper and harder until the heavy desk began to squeak and slide against the floorboards. Kaden continued slamming inside me, his angry grunts and heavy groans echoing through the quiet, vast bedroom for several agonizing minutes.
Suddenly, he stopped. With a sharp, aggressive jerk, he pulled out of me completely, leaving me collapsed flat on the desk, my body trembling and my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps.
I waited in the dark, clutching the wood, expecting him to turn me over or continue. I knew he hadn’t released his seed inside me yet, so I was terrified he wasn’t done.
"Leave," his cold, commanding voice suddenly vibrated through the room.
A quiet sob finally escaped my lips. I reached up with trembling hands, loosened the blindfold, and yanked it off my eyes. I blinked against the firelight, more tears spilling down my cheeks. Slowly, I lifted my battered body off the desk. As I tried to stand upright, I looked down at my shaking thighs and realized they were heavily stained with fresh blood.
Sobbing softly, I tried to walk, but my legs were completely weak and I fell hard to the marble floor.
Slowly, I lifted my gaze. King Kaden was already sitting across the room in a heavy leather armchair, a glass of dark whiskey in his hand. He was fully dressed in his dark trousers, looking completely calm and collected. Merely looking at him, no one would ever guess the cruelty he had just inflicted on the desk.
"What are you waiting for? Get out..." His threat hung heavily in the air.
I forced myself to crawl across the cold floor toward the white robe. Reaching for the fabric, I clutched it against my chest and forced my shaky legs to carry my weight. I slipped the robe over my shoulders, the silk scratching against the raw arrow wound on my thigh.
Once covered, I glanced back at him. Our gazes locked, and this time, I didn’t look away. King Kaden stared into my eyes with chilling promises of greater punishment and pain. It was as if he was silently telling me that this horrific night was only the beginning of my sentence.
"Get out," he commanded one last time.
Ignoring the sharp, tearing pain between my thighs, I forced myself to walk toward the massive doors. I pushed them open and stepped into the brightly lit hallway. The moment the heavy doors shut tightly behind me, the last of my adrenaline completely vanished. My vision went pitch-black, my knees buckled, and I collapsed heavily onto the floor, losing consciousness.
