The house was silent, except for the faint ticking of the clock. It was past midnight when Kael finally stepped into the bedroom, the door left slightly open. He hadn't expected Arwen to still be awake, standing there with tears barely held back and a storm in her eyes.
"I can explain," he started, his voice low, desperate to bridge the growing gap between them.
But before he could say another word, Arwen's hand shot out and slapped him across the face. The sting of the blow echoed louder than any words he could have spoken.
"You think your excuses can erase what you did?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "You used me. You made me your pawn, and I was too blind to see it."
Kael's jaw clenched. "Arwen, I never wanted to hurt you."
Her laugh was bitter, shaking her head. "No, you wanted revenge. And I was just a tool to get it."
They stood there in silence, the weight of their broken trust hanging thick in the air. Kael wanted to reach out, to hold her, but the distance between them felt insurmountable.
"Tell me," she said, tears spilling down her cheeks, "do you even love me, or was it all just a game to you?"
He looked at her, the pain in her eyes cutting deeper than any wound. "I don't know anymore," he admitted, voice raw. "Maybe... maybe I lost myself along the way."
For the first time, Arwen saw the man behind the alpha—the broken soul hiding beneath the mask. But would that be enough to heal the wounds? Or had everything been too far gone?
The night swallowed their silence as they faced the truth that would define the rest of their lives.
Arwen's voice broke the silence, shaky but fierce.
"Do you still love me, Kael?"
He didn't answer. The silence between them grew heavy, suffocating.
Frustrated and hurt, Arwen slapped him again—harder this time.
This time, Kael didn't back down. His eyes darkened as he grabbed her arm, pulling her toward the bed.
"I'm your Alpha," he growled, his voice low and threatening. "You don't have the right to slap me."
Arwen struggled against his grip, heart pounding with a mix of fear and anger.
"Don't act like this is about power," she spat back. "You used me from the start."
Kael's hold tightened for a moment before he released her, stepping back with a conflicted look.
"This isn't about power," he said quietly. "It's about control—something I thought I lost the moment you walked away."
The room was thick with tension, neither willing to give in yet both aching for something neither could fully admit.
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He grabbed my wrist with a grip that burned, dragging me toward the bed. His eyes were fierce—an unyielding storm. "I'm your Alpha," he hissed, voice low and dangerous. "You don't get to slap me or question me."
I pulled back, but his strength was overwhelming. He pressed me down, pinning me to the mattress. His hands weren't gentle, but there was a hunger in his touch—a desperate need for control.
"I thought I could reason with you," he said bitterly, his breath hot against my skin. "But you leave me no choice. You'll submit, whether you want to or not."
I fought the knot of fear and anger rising inside me. This wasn't love. It was domination. And in that moment, I realized our battle wasn't just for power—it was for my soul.
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He leaned in close, his voice a harsh whisper, "You think this is about love? It's about order. Control. You're mine, Arwen, whether you like it or not."
His hands tightened, but there was a flicker of something else — frustration, maybe even regret. I felt the weight of his power pressing down on me, but somewhere deep inside, a spark of defiance still burned.
"I'm not yours," I whispered, barely audible.
His eyes darkened. "You will be. I'll break you if I have to."
But as he moved closer, I didn't fold. Instead, I clenched my fists, staring back at him with all the strength I could muster. This wasn't the end. It was just the beginning of my fight.
Soon he started to rip off the button of my shirt and made love to me , this time he was rougher than usual
After they made love, Kael softened for a brief moment, his hands lingering on her skin as he gently pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. Then, without another word, he pulled away and walked out of the room, leaving Arwen alone with her thoughts.
Lying there in the silence, a bitter smile tugged at her lips. Her parents had warned her—warned her not to marry him. Now, she understood why they had never supported their union.
She found it strange how quickly Kael's mood could change. One second, he was warm and close, his touch gentle and loving. The next, he became distant and cold, as if retreating behind an invisible wall.
That unpredictable shift was the hardest to bear—the way the man she loved could be so near yet so unreachable, trapped between moments of tenderness and sharp distance.
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The next morning, Arwen's body ached with every breath. Her legs felt heavy, and her eyes stung from the tears she'd cried silently through the night. The air in the room was thick with silence—until the door creaked open and Kael stepped in.
He stood by the door for a moment, his gaze unreadable. Then he spoke in a low, firm voice.
"I hate it when you make me lose my temper," he said. "Why can't you just behave, Arwen?"
She didn't respond. What was there to say? The pain in her body said enough.
With effort, she pushed off the covers and sat up slowly. Her body trembled as she took cautious steps toward the bathroom. But just as her hand touched the doorknob, her vision blurred. A wave of dizziness crashed over her—and everything went black.
Kael was by her side in an instant, catching her before she hit the floor.
"Arwen?" he called, gently tapping her cheek. "Arwen—wake up."
Panic flickered in his voice as he scooped her into his arms and laid her carefully back on the bed. He brushed the hair from her face, whispering her name over and over.
For the first time in a long while, fear overtook his anger. But for Arwen, the darkness felt more peaceful than the storm she had been living in.