Chapter 8: When Punishment Becomes Possession
Stefan
I didn't plan this. none of it.
When I told her to be ready to serve my bed,I just said it like it meant nothing. Like she meant nothing. That Maureen was just a tool, a punishment. A reminder of what her father took from me.
That's the lie I repeat every morning.
I stand in the council room, arms behind my back, listening to reports that no longer move me. Border disputes. Trade routes. Patrol schedules. The elders talk, their voices blending into the one dull sound.
And then, her face crosses my mind.
Her eyes, her moan, the way she kneels without being told twice
The way she grabs me eagerly. the way her mouth move around my d**k, sending me straight to hell and heaven. I don't think I can forget it. No matter how hard I try.
I don't like that my wolf reacts to her presence. I don't like that she lingers in my thoughts when she shouldn't. She is Crescent moon. She's the daughter of the man who murdered my pregnant sister.
She should be nothing to me rather than a slave. A body I can use and discard when I'm done.
"Alpha." One of the elders clears his throat, pulling me back to reality. I lift my head slowly with a confused gaze.
"We need your decision," he said carefully. His head lowered in respect.
"What decisions?" I ask flatly. Truth is, I didn't hear most of what they were saying.
The room goes quiet immediately as few elders exchange glances.
"We caught three slaves from the Crescent moon pack," another elder continued. "They tried to escape during the transfer. They're currently held at the eastern holding grounds."
My heart skipped.
Crescent moon.
That name alone is enough to awaken the beast inside me.
"By our laws," the elder adds, "they should be taken to the auction House and sold immediately."
He said and he was absolutely right.
That was always my rule. After the war, I made sure no crescent moon survivor remained inside my pack. I sold them. Scattered them. Remove their blood from my land.
I didn't want their scent in my territory. I didn't want their eyes watching my walls. I didn't want betrayal growing inside my home.
I built a blue moon pack on control. And control means distance.
"Or," another elder says slowly. "You may choose to keep them." He said, making me raise my head at him.
" For what purpose?" I asked in curiosity. " Interrogation? labor? Or leverage?"
Leverage. The word sank deep into my brain and then I thought of Maureen.
I think that's a good idea. Keeping them close, letting them witness what happens to her.
"They stay," I say calmly. The elders stiffen in shock. Their eyes glowing in bewilderment.
"Inside the territory?" One asks carefully.
"Within the outer ground. Not inside the main pack house." Whispers and murmurs ripped through the room.
"This goes against your previous orders, Alpha," an elder says.
"I am aware," I replied coldly. "Which is why I'm giving a new one."
Silence descended in the room as I glared at their faces, waiting for who would stand up and question me.
'"They will be marked. Bound. Watched day and night. They will work until they earn the right to breathe under my sky."
"And if they try to escape again?" Someone asks with a low voice, making me turn slowly.
"Then they won't make it to the auction house. They'll be buried on my land as a warning."
And with that, no one dares question me again.
I didn't explain my reason for them. I never do. But I just want to keep them around, to witness the punishment I'm about to blossom upon Maureen.
The meeting ends shortly after. The elders bow and leave afterward. Leaving me and Nathan.
"What do you plan to do with them?" He questioned, making me sighed deeply.
" I don't know yet, but I will figure it out" With that I walked away, heading to my room when my wolf stirs restless. And from a distance, I see her.
******
Maureen
It'll be stupid and weird for me to say I miss his big d**k. His d**k choking my mouth. And making me scream.
At first I thought I won't be able to swallow it but I did and from then, his d**k became my favourite thing about him.
Even though he never let out a moaning sound whenever I suck his d**k, but I know he enjoyed it. I feel it.
Today, he will finally take me fully. His d**k inside of me, throbbing against my p**sy. I've spent weeks preparing for this. I know I can handle it.
"Get on the bed, whore."
His soft voice cuts through the air, making my body tense.
Whore? The word stings and hurts badly but I don't protest. All I want right now is to feel his thing inside my p**sy.
If I say I'm in love with him, it's an understatement. I'm completely drowned in it, consumed and trapped in it. Like it hurts so much whenever I'm far away from him, my heart burns whenever I can't feel him and my wolf grows restless without him.
I know I sound foolish . Maybe even crazy. But I have never loved anyone the way I love Stefan. My captor, My enemy. The man who destroyed my world.
Slowly, I moved towards the bed and stopped beside it.
"Your clothes." His voice echoed in, cold and sharp. No emotion.
With shaking fingers, I loosen the rope of my gown and let it fall. Leaving me in my underwear. At the same time, he removes the towel around his waist.
Damn it! He's already hard. A quiet gasp escapes me before I can stop it. I feel heat flood through my body, my p**say Juice down my thigh. But the moment I met his cold stare, I wipe the smile off my face.
He shouldn't be seeing me smiling like this. So he wouldn't get the wrong ideas.
"How long have you been craving my d**k?" He asked, his tone laced with surprise.
He leaned towards me and pulled me closer, his d**k touching my thigh.
"Do you think this makes you special?" He continues. "Do you think I see you as my mate just because I made you my sex slave?"
The coldness in his voice hits harder than a slap.
His lips brush my neck, and my body betrays me instantly. My Wolf stirs, happy and weak at the same time. Fuck! My p**sky is quivering so badly to his touch.
Should I not fall in love with him? Is it a crime?
"I suggest you keep your heart for someone else," he murmurs. That is, if you can ever survive what I'm about to do to you right now. If you survive the punishment waiting for you." He said, making my breath catch in my throat.
How does the sex we're about to have correspond with
the punishment he has for me?
And how can something that feels this close to love be tied to something meant to destroy me?