chapter 8 : hurting

** Mature Content **

Matt and I have been curled upon my bed for the past hour or so watching 'Titanic'.

It was kind of funny how the person who was supposed to cry was not and the one that was not was.

I hear sniffling when the part where Jack dies at the end of the film from hypothermia, protecting Rose by having her float on a doorframe while he stays in the water plays on the screen. I turn towards my right and find Matthew sniffling and see tears trickling down his face and I laugh.

"What? He grumbles at me and not a second too later, I stop laughing when I am hit by a pillow hitting me square in the face.

My eyes snap towards the culprit and I narrow my eyes playfully and say. "Well you know it's amusing to see a grown ass man crying like a baby while watching the Titanic and here I thought I was a cry baby." I burst out laughing.

Matthew rolls his eyes and looks down at his lap where the empty bowl of popcorn lies.  He looks up at me with puppy dog eyes.

I try my best to dodge his gaze, but I finally give in. "Fine, only because I love you!!"

I take the empty bowl from him and hear him shouting. "Love you too". I shake my head with a smile on my face. Sometimes he acts like a 5-year-old kid and not a 24-year-old man.

I pass by several rooms on my way to the kitchen, but my feet stop moving when I hear noises coming from a particular room. The door is left ajar, and I hear grunts and moans coming from inside the room.

My hearts says that I should not open the door, but my conscience urges me to do the opposite. In the end, my conscience wins, and I push open the door.

I was not prepared for the site that greeted me. My mate was on top of another girl with his cock inside her. The girl lies on her stomach and he is pounding into her mercilessly. When he feels my presence in the room, he looks into my eyes, smirks at me, and continues with his action.

My eyes fill with tears, but I do not let them fall. I will not give him the satisfaction of knowing that he still affects me.

He does not even feel guilty or bad about me seeing him having sex with someone else. In fact he almost seemed smug about it and that stupid smirk; I wanted to slap it of his face.

I storm off towards the direction of my room instead of going into the kitchen which I had planned on going initially into.

Matthew looks away from the laptop screen when he hears me barge into the room. "Hey, did you get the pop-, woah what happened? Why are you crying" He fires questions at me, and I answer by nodding at his last question?

"Come here."  I go towards where he is sitting up on the bed. When I reach him, he pulls me towards him and hugs me tightly and a choked sob leaves me.

"What happened Serenity?" Matt asks me again. "He doesn't care Matt. I saw him having sex with another girl and he didn't even feel bad that I saw him" I respond as tears stream down my face.

"Shh. It is okay! Forget about your dick of a mate. He doesn't know what he's missing out on!" He says and I comply with him for now.

DAMIEN'S POV

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Seeing her after three years has the beast inside of me going crazy for his mate and not about his bloodlust.

When my mate left me three years ago, my wolf went into a fit of rage and had basically gone on a killing spree, killing each and every rogue and innocent lone wolf alike, without mercy. Torturing them for hour on ends with silver and sometimes even using wolfsbane, if they decided to be stubborn asses. I lost my temper quickly dealing with those mutts.

My verbal arguments with Emily did not help at all. I do not know how she found out that Serenity was my mate and I had rejected her.

Emily's death has made the beast inside me even hungrier for blood, but having my pup helps me at times.

Although I rejected Serenity, the beast inside me has accepted her as his mate, but his human side-‘ME’, does not. Seeing her with that former Alpha makes my blood boil and my wolf wants to rip his head off for even touching his mate, but I control it somehow.

The wolf side of me loved how she got along with my son and how she makes him stop crying, which I have failed on doing countless times in the beginning. Elijah usually does not take good to strangers. He throws a fit if someone takes him away from me.

Leaving him with the mothers of the pack was a difficult situation at first.  I had to comeback a few times in between important meetings when I would get a call saying that he would not stop crying. It came as a surprise to me when I saw her taking a crying Elijah into her arms and making his cries stop almost instantly and placing him into his crib afterwards when he fell asleep.

I was not supposed to care for her, but seeing her with him, sometimes makes me dream about all the things we could have had.

I was currently sitting in my office doing some paperwork when the door to my office slams open and I growl, not liking that someone was interrupting my work and disrespect me by just barging in here.

I look up from the papers that I was working on to find the pack's slut Melanie standing in the doorway of my office. She was dressed in a skimpy outfit.  She was wearing a barely there piece of material, that she was trying to pass off as a dress. It did very little to cover her ass or her chest.

She had a constipated look on her face, which she thought was a sexy look and I ask her through clenched teeth "What are you doing her Melanie?"

"Well, I heard you were stressed with all the paperwork so I thought I might help you with relieving some of your stress." She responds. If it were another time, I would have kicked her out of my office. With me being sexually frustrated and seeing my mate with another male, it had the smart part of me going right out the window.

Fuck this, I think.

I get up from my seat and move towards her. I grab her arm in a tight grip and pull her towards me and she trails her hand up and down my chest. This has my wolf growling at me, but I block him out.

"Let's go to your room." I tell her, more like command her. If you even for a second think that I am going to fuck some whore in my office or bedroom, then you are clearly wrong.

I drag her behind me all the way. I follow her scent towards her room.

I slam the door closed. In the next instant, Meredith or whatever her name is slams her lips onto mine and I growl. I tightly grip her hands in mine. "Never do that again, understand?" I grit out and she nods her head.

I pull her towards the bed and rip the dress off her body and lay her on her back. I pull my jeans down along with my briefs and put on a condom. It has been too long and that mate of mine has been making it more difficult for me by showing off her curvy body.

I let the wildness inside me take over my senses and ram my cock deep inside her at once. I slam into her repeatedly and the she-wolf beneath me moans loudly. I was so engrossed that I did not realize until later that someone has entered the room. I look up and my grey eyes clash with hazel brown, but I do not stop.

I flash her smirk and look down at the female beneath me who writhes with pleasure and moans.  I slam into her a last time and she comes and mine follows a few seconds too later and I remove myself from inside her and dispose of the used condom.

I look up towards where my mate stood to find her gone. 'You hurt mate' my wolf growls at me and I ignore him. I pull on my discarded clothes and leave the room, walking towards my office.

I sit on my chair and heave a sigh while dragging my hand down my face. My mind plays tricks on me by showing me my mate's hurt expression caused by my actions. It plays again and again and I slam my fists onto the desk and stand. I walk towards the bar area, which is mainly for me and visiting Alpha's.

I open the bottle of vodka and take a huge gulp of it drinking directly from the bottle.

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