Chapter Eight

Ariana's POV

I have been in the dressing room for what seemed like decades before I heard footsteps, I quickly got up from my sitting position and ran to the door in an attempt to pound on it for help but to my amazement, I twisted the handle and it suddenly opened revealing Dylan's angry face, "so you came here to hide to avoid your work" he yelled, my heart raced as I stared at him, trying to explain myself, "no, no, I would never do that, I was locked in, I pounded on the door but it seemed like no one was nearby"

He raised his brow in disbelief, "let's say I want to believe you, what are you doing here in the first place?" I quickly remembered the file he had sent me to get, I quickly rushed to where I left it and brought it to him, "here is your file, I came to get it for you as instructed" his eyes darkened and there was that glow again in it whenever he's really angry, I took a step backward as he walked towards me menacingly, "And what am I supposed to do with this?" He backed throwing the file at me, it fell open on the floor and my eyes widened, it was blank, nothing was inside.

"Poor Ariana, you still act this way, as always, trying to dodge responsibility," Samantha said from somewhere behind Dylan and for the first time, I noticed other staff there as well, I have no doubt now that Samantha had planned all of this, I had once again fallen for her malicious plot, I stared at Dylan, my knees wobbled trying to give way, he grabbed my arms and dragged me towards his office, "please, you have to listen to me, I had simply gone there for the file because Samantha told me you needed me to get it" he didn't reply as he kept dragging me to his office, his hands tight on my arms that it hurts, I could feel the tears gathering in my eyes threatening to spill, he pushed me into his office and I fell on the floor as he shut the door behind him, I was scared of his anger, his eyes were shining like a yellow glob, who exactly is he? "How should I punish you for your disobedience?" He growled and my hand unconsciously went to my locket for comfort, I saw his eyes follow my hands and they narrowed, he made as if to grab it and I cringed, shifting back in fear, "no please" those single words escaped my mouth on their Accord, that locket, although, I knew not it's origin was one thing that gives me comfort for some reason, he looked at me as if considering whether to let it go or not, he suddenly stood up, "next time you disobey me, I'll deal with you accordingly"

I nodded, "I'll never disobey you" was all I could manage at this point. He stared at me still sitting on the floor, his gaze unreadable, then he turned and walked out the door, I quickly rose from my sitting position on the floor and followed meekly.

Dylan's POV

That night, my wolf was restless, I could feel it struggling to be let out, it has been a while it's been this agitated, in fact, he was only ever agitated when he needed to mate, it's been a while I sought the softness of a woman's bosom and I have been doing fine until now, my mind went to the massive wavy hair sleeping in the room not too far from mine and I growled in agitation, "take her Dylan, why don't you?" I could hear my wolf say to me and I gritted my teeth, "I am in control of my emotions, I do not need any lady in my life to complicate it"

"She is not Myla" I heard it respond and pain shot in my heart at the remembrance of how I was brutally rejected by my mate years back, "of cause she's not Myla, Myla was my mate, a werewolf who knew the importance of a mate bonding but who still rejected me and Ariana is a human, who doesn't even know what it is to have a mate, do you think she'll understand that concept?" My wolf was silent at my question, it must have sensed my hurt, anger, and the taste of betrayal, he had been hurt too by the incident of years ago, I could feel its pain also, I have no use of Ariana this night as I wasn't in my right mind to send for her, I quickly hit the shower and fell on my bed.

Ariana's POV

I jerked awake and looked around my room, everything was the same, something must have woken me up, there, I heard it again, I slight groan like someone in pain, I quickly got up from my bed and followed the sound, it was coming from Dylan's room, was he injured? I thought of going back to my room to get dressed properly before coming back but I had just turned to leave when the agonized sound came again, without thinking, I opened the door and went in, he was lying on his bed, writhing like someone in pain, "no, don't leave me, please don't go" he cried and I realized he must be dreaming, I wondered who it was he was dreaming about, I quietly went to him and held his hands and he grabbed it tight as if waiting for it all along, my eyes widened in surprise as he jerked me into his bed and in a single move, ripped my little nightgown off my body, I struggled against him as his mouth came crashing on mine so violently, I could feel the metallic taste of blood in my mouth, I pounded on his chest but his hand ceased mine, pinning it above my head, gosh, I'm done for, I thought. Whoever it was he was dreaming about, he must be thinking she's that person, I could feel his penis at my entrance and my eyes widened, I just realized he was naked beneath his blanket all along, panic filled me as I struggled to be freed, I struggled to freed my mouth from his capture, the blood was now dripping but he took no notice, he was a beast, a feral growl escaped his throat and for a moment I froze in fear, this wasn't Dylan, I had to wake him up but my hands were pinned tightly above him, in a swift moment, his moved my legs apart and plugged in, I screamed in pain, he stilled at my scream, blinking severally as if to bring me into focus, I shifted from underneath him, hoping he would get off me, the pain was excruciating, he made that feral growl when I shifted but instead of getting of me, he began pounding into me, his manhood was large and huge, it filled me to the brim and I gagged, he wasn't gentle with me, his hands groped my breast and squeezed painfully as he continued pounding and groaning. So this was how my first experience looks like, no candlelight, no flower, no cajoling, just hard and brutal sex. He finally released and stood up from the bed, something akin to regret flashed through his eyes but I'm not sure because it was gone before I could fathom what it was and replaced by anger, "what the heck were you doing in my room?" He yelled and I shivered, "I...I...."

"Get out!" He screamed without waiting to listen to my explanation, sore and bleeding, I stood up from the bed and ran out, I didn't stop running until I got to my room, jammed the door behind me, and bolted it.