Chapter 26

26

Ruby

T ears burned my eyes as Marrok's fingers glided over my bare thighs. His breath was hot against my neck as he sniffed me deeply, taking in my scent, which was laced with fear. I whimpered when his hand cupped my pussy, one finger slipping into my wet channel.

"Ah, Ruby," he groaned. "You're so ready for me."

My body betrayed me, desire flooding through me as he began to thrust his finger in and out of me, fast and relentless. The sensation of being stretched and pumped into by his skilled finger was overwhelming. I tried to clench my thighs closed, but he only pushed my legs wider apart using his foot. I gripped his arms, nails digging into his skin as he continued to finger me.

"Marrok, please," I gasped, my voice coming out as a half plea and half moan.

His grunts and moans grew louder, echoing in my ear like a nightmare. The smell of dark spices seemed to intensify the hornier he became while fingering me.

Suddenly, I felt him stiffen behind me, and my heart raced as I realized he orgasmed right there in his pants. The thought horrified me, but at the same time, the intensity of his fingers pushed me over the edge. My orgasm hit me like lightning, my pussy throbbing and clenching around his fingers again and again.

I cried out, my legs shaking uncontrollably.

"See, love? We were made for each other," he whispered like it was a naughty secret between us.

As my trembling subsided, Marrok led me into the cabin, my legs still weak from the intensity of my release.

"Please let me go," I pleaded, but he just chuckled.

"This is what married couples do, Ruby."

"No Marrok. I'm not married to you!" I yelled, tears streaming down my face. "It's all in your imagination! None of it is true."

"It's more real than the feelings you have for Wayne. They're only using you to birth babies for them."

"That's not true."

He followed me to the kitchen, backing me up against the counter and breathing in my scent deeply. "I'm so sorry, my love. I could smell your hurt."

My chest hurt at the thought of Wayne possibly using me to give birth to babies since it was his duty, and being stuck here in the wilderness made me dazed with emotion. Tears rolled down my face, knowing deep down that he was with me because it was necessary.

"You can cry, my love. It's okay," said Marrok, his arms encircling me, but I violently pulled away from him.

"Let go of me!" I screamed, and he released me as I stalked towards the nasty bedroom.

I slammed the door shut behind me. The bed smelled like mothballs, but I didn't care. I collapsed onto it, curling up into a fetal position as I tried to regain some semblance of control over my shaking body.

He was trying to mess with my mind and make me believe a false narrative of Wayne. He and his pack did care about me. They took care of me without hesitation in every way, and we connected every night on a deeper level .

"How did I end up here?" I said out loud, my heart aching as I missed Wayne. "Stuck in the middle of nowhere with a psychotic alpha who thinks we're fucking married…"

I could hear the static of the television turning on in the living room. Marrok was clearly relaxed now, settling in to watch something. As my eyes slid closed, I prayed that my alphas would find me before it was too late.

Later that same evening, I awoke suddenly with a stabbing pain in my lower belly, ripping me from my sleep. The pain was like a sharp squeeze, radiating outwards with an increasing intensity.

I bit back a scream, desperate not to alert Marrok.

Glancing down, I saw that my water had broken while I slept. There was a large wet spot underneath me, and terror went through me, scared of what would happen. My water broke, and I was still stuck here in the middle of nowhere.

Marrok couldn't know what was happening. I had to find some way to save my baby.

Panic rose within me as I tried to crawl away from the dampness of the blanket beneath me. The television still droned on in the living room, ominous music playing. It sounded like a crime documentary. A sudden contraction took over my entire body, and I held back a moan. It was painful, but I knew I was in for more contractions waiting to happen. This was my first baby, and I was terrified of giving birth.

Stuffing the edge of the pillow against my mouth, I stifled my gasps of pain.

The intensity was unbearable, like a band wrapped tight around me, squeezing relentlessly. Tears streamed down my face as I bit into the blanket while laying on my back, even more worried for myself and the baby. The window was boarded up, and the cramped, confining space reminded me that there was no escape. My only hope was to get through the living room and out the front door, but that was impossible since Marrok was sitting there.

As another wave of pain subsided, I wondered how much time I had left before giving birth. I decided to wait, hoping Marrok would fall asleep so I could attempt to run again. Shakily, I stood, clutching the wall for balance as I wobbled towards the door, gritting my teeth. Cracking it open, I peered out to see Marrok sitting upright on the couch, wide awake and engrossed in his documentary.

" Shit ," I muttered under my breath, slowly closing the door so as not to draw his attention. Leaning against the wall, I closed my eyes through another contraction as I tried to think of a plan. Lying on my side of the mattress, I curled up and waited, hoping for a chance to escape.

I suddenly woke with a start from contractions wracking my body with more force now, and I realized an entire hour had passed when I glanced at the clock on the wall.

Desperate for some relief, I lay on my back, only to feel a sudden urge to push.

Silent tears streamed down my face as I reached between my legs, finding that I was dilated significantly. The pain consumed me like a raging fire in my belly, and the crushing pressure was all I could focus on.

Unable to hold back any longer, a scream tore from my throat.

"I'm coming, honey!" said Marrok, his loud footsteps rushing towards me.