Cullen paced around his bedroom in rage. He was not only upset but angry too. She had not only made mockery of him but she had insulted him and not once but twice.
He most definitely won’t take it seating down.
He would make sure to get back at her no matter what it’ll cost him; no matter who else comes short. She had declared war and he would see it to that she gets exactly what she wanted.
A knock sounded on his door and knowing who it was, He asked her to enter.
"How was the ceremony my lord? Did it go according to plan?" She asked and placed the tray containing his cup of herbs on the table.
"Did you feel any pains whatsoever?" She questioned when he didn’t answer to the first outburst.
"Since when did you become a physician?"
"Since it involved you." She picked up the cup and handed it to him but he put it down almost immediately.
"Did you feel pain of any kind?"
"No, I didn’t." He answered "The pain had gone down a minimum for now compared to how it used to be."
Moira smiled "The goddess has given you a woman who would finally take away your nightmares and pains. You just have to be patient." She uttered to herself but he heard her.
"What woman?" He barked causing her to stay silent. "Are you talking about the insolent one that the council forced me to get married to in the name of producing an heir?"
She was too proud of herself. She acted as though she was untouchable. None of his other women even treated him like this. They were always scared and trembled at the mere sight of seeing him but her—she was the complete opposite.
It was like she was sent here on purpose to rage bait him and make him lose his remaining brain cells that were still sane.
She challenged him like she was trying to win over him or something. She wasn’t trying to submit. Hell, even though she squirmed under his gaze, she was still determined to face him head on.
The thought of submitting sounded like a foreign concept to her but she doesn’t know what’s in store for her. He will break her to the point where she willingly submits.
He will crush her ego into dust until there’s nothing but shadows left in its place. He will make her regret ever marrying him and that’s a promise he intended to keep.
"I will make sure to get back at her." He vowed to himself as he made to take off his robes.
"Did something happen at the feast, My Lord?"
He scoffed "Something more than anything you wouldn’t believe happened at the feast and I would like to see how it would play off now." his lips twitched angrily and he noticed Moira who was lost in thoughts and probably trying to understand what he was talking about.
He still couldn’t believe that she had denied him flatly. He couldn’t forget the way she looked at him. Those eyes filled with anger, hatred and repulse. It was different than the ones he had encountered in the human world.
He would have to figure out what was wrong one way or another but how?
"I will leave you to retire for the night." Moira announced. "It is your wedding night after all and I’m pretty sure that you will not be alone soon so permit me to leave so that I don’t interrupt anything."
Before Cullen could bring himself to understand what she meant by that statement, she had already excused herself and walked out of the door.
Few minutes later, his door opened and closed shut. He whipped his head towards the direction of the door to see his new wife, draped in a sorry excuse of a night dress that displayed all her curves in the right way.
He could see the slit that ran from her stomach and disappeared down her thighs. The outside of her breasts and those nipples that puckered directly at him as if begging him to touch them.
All animal instincts inside him was fighting to grab her, pin her back against the wall and take her until his cum drips down between her thighs
This woman is a sin. A forbidden sin that he desired to claim so badly from the very first day he rescued and laid eyes on her even though he was fighting against two wild animals not to.
From where she stood, he could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest. He could hear her heartbeat skipping counts in nanoseconds like a time bomb about to explode. He couldn’t tell if it’s because she was scared or because he terrified her.
"I thought I made it abundantly clear that I didn’t want you anywhere near my chamber?" He asked as Adria recounted his words from earlier when they had arrived after the marriage ceremony.
"So what are you doing here?" His jaw ticked in irritation.
"I didn’t come here on of my own free will if that’s what you’re wondering." She answered back with so much confidence that didn’t surprise him anymore.
"The maids told me that it was a tradition in your pack for the newly weds to spend the night together. Trust me, I wouldn’t even come here if they paid me to."
That small mouth. So damn stubborn. He wondered what it would be like to have it working on something other than talking back at him.
He wondered what it’ll be like to have it stretched out to his full capacity as she took all of him. These dirty thoughts were beginning to consume him and he hated it.
"This is an arranged marriage after all so I have to follow the rules of my husband’s pack whether I want to or not." She continued, the word ’husband’ sounding like an abomination on her tongue with a bitter after taste.
She looked at him as she spoke, "It’s not like I had a choice because if I did then best believe that I wouldn’t even get married to you at all."
"I am glad that we both agree." He blurred. "Believe me, I also have no desire to consummate this useless marriage because I have no use for you. If I had my way, I wouldn’t marry you either let alone lay my hands on you."
Liar! He cussed himself internally. He would give everything to touch her and see what it’s like when she trembles, torn apart with his cock buried deep inside her.
"Then don’t." She said coldly. "Do not touch me, ever and stay far away from me. I promise to do the same as well."
Cullen growled deeply and in one swift move, he had her back against the nearest wall and her hands pinned to the side as she struggled to get out of his firm grip.
"Fine." He groaned painfully. Watching her almost naked without being able to touch her was a different kind of pain and torture he has never experienced but he will fight it because he doesn’t want anything to do with her.
Touching her would mean claiming her and claiming her would mean having children and he doesn’t want any of that.
"I will not touch you, ever." He trailed his fingers over the exposed part of her chest, her nipples hardened against the silk material, as if begging for his mouth on them but he looked away like it didn’t bother him.
"You will not get such liberty from me neither will I give you that right or satisfaction as my wife. This marriage will be nothing but hell for you and I will not taint my hands even if you were to beg me desperately for it."
He pushed her away roughly as she rubbed on her wrists where he had held on tightly seconds again.
"Now that we’ve settled that part of this useless union," He pointed at his door. "Get out of my bed chamber."
Adria was stunned that he had asked her to leave but before he would change her mind, she picked up herself and rushed out of his room almost immediately.
As soon as she walked out the door, Cullen felt his animal go ballistic inside him, fighting him and against themselves. They were in rage that he didn’t claim her like they wanted him to but he simply ignored their outrage.
Frustrated, he decided that it was time to retire for the night. As he tugged at his robe to take it off, he recalled that he hasn’t had a proper meal today but for some reason, he wasn’t hungry as well.
He stripped off his clothes, wore a lighter material and made for his bed, hoping to fall asleep but even that seemed like an impossible feat to achieve.
He couldn’t get the image of that woman out of his head. She was everywhere and her Peony scent lingered in his room like a warm blanket, suffocating him.
He reached out to his sleeping herbs that Moira had prepared for him and drowned all the contents in one gulp but still, it didn’t make any effect on his current state. It only made it worse.
For how long would he go through this? How long would he suffer? How long would he be sleep deprived? For how long would his pain and endless nightmare torture and torment him?
Angered, he tuned into his wolf to communicate with Moira.
"My Lord?" Her voice came through almost immediately "Is there something—"
"Send Anya up to my chamber immediately." And with that, he quickly severed the mind link.
He wasn’t supposed to do this now but maybe drawing sexual pleasures from her body would help him forget about that woman and sleep for a bit tonight.
It was a better option since none of the herbs were working anymore.
He would have to get tired and utterly exhausted for that to happen and what better way to achieve that than his mistress?