Mine to Protect Chapter 115: BREAKING POINT

*Warning: This chapter contains a scene of sexual abuse, so if you don’t feel comfortable in reading it, just skip this chapter.*

*Hazel*

The next day I make a decision, I send an email to Cindy asking her how wolves can reject their fated; my wolf has been upset since, but I need to prepare myself, if Derek really cannot find it in himself to forgive me, I need to severe our bond and set us free, it will hurt at first, but on the long run, we will start function again as single individuals. At least, that’s my hope.

Two weeks go by without much happening. Cindy called me all worried, asking me if Derek was being an asshole, and offering to come kick his ass, offer which I kindly declined. At least she sent me the wording for the rejection, although she warned me to use it as the very last resource, only if I really can’t take it anymore. Rejecting one’s fated mate is seriously frowned upon, and breaking the bond will weaken both our wolves.

On second thought, maybe that’s why Derek hasn’t rejected me yet, because he’s worried of weakening his wolf, this is the only explanation that makes sense.

Being still on house arrest, I have been helping Rose out in the kitchen with breakfasts and lunches, just to have something to do, and because I enjoy spending time with her. The woman has an army of wolves to cook for, and although she has some helpers, they are all heavily overloaded, and they can use the help, even of someone so inexperienced in the kitchen as myself.

I am nearly at the kitchen’s door, today I am a bit earlier than usual, wanting to get a head start with the apple pies, but I stop from entering when I hear soft voices coming from inside.

“You must stop drinking this much, Derek, it will ruin your health. You are barely ever sober, always with a glass of whiskey in hand, you are not solving anything this way,” Rose is scolding Derek gently, but her voice is laced with worry and sadness.

I immediately feel bad for pushing him to these extremes, Derek was never a drinker, and I know I am the reason he is drinking so much now. I wish I could take his sorrow away, but I am the cause of it, and there is nothing I’ll say or do that can help him, he doesn’t want my help.

“I know, Rose, but this is the only way I can get some sleep, the only way to numb the rage.”

He sounds defeated, his voice raspy, and my heart aches badly at hearing his pain.

“You could try to let Hazel help heal you, you are mates, your bond will lead you to the right path,” Rose suggests.

Derek laughs a deep dark laugh; I hear it rumbling in his chest.

“The bond doesn’t mean anything; it just makes us become blind and stupid. I thought I loved Hazel with all my heart, but now I see that it was just a scam, this is not love, it’s just crap.”

I hear the sound of chairs screeching on the tiled floor, so I hurry back the way I came, although they will be able to smell out my presence here, it’s still better not to be caught red-handed. And it’s not like Derek will come to look for me to confront me about me eavesdropping anyway.

I felt restless all day after the conversation I had overheard, it really seems like Derek has no intention of reconciling with me, he doesn’t love me anymore, and maybe never really loved me, it was just the effect of the bond. Then, why do I love him still? Why do I want him so badly that sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe? Maybe I was the only one truly in love, but I still ended up betraying him. Life is so fucked up!

Maybe I can try to remind him how happy we were in the beginning, when he took me to that beautiful thermal lake, and proposed to me. To get my loving Derek back, it is worth a try, with the hope that I won’t just make him angrier.

I go through my stuff and find the outfit I was wearing the first time I stayed in the packhouse, the white fluffy short top, with the low V neck, and the grey leather mini skirt. I put them on, and then apply some make up, trying to cover the black bags under my eyes, and to add some color to my pallid face.

When I am satisfied with the result, I head to his office and knock on the door.

“Come in.” His voice is cold as ever, although by now, I am kind of used to it.

I enter the room, but he doesn’t look up, still focused on the papers on his desk.

“What do you want?” he asks me, sounding annoyed.

“I was wondering, if you would like to go to the thermal lake you brought me once. The place was lovely, and…” I try hesitantly.

“No.” It’s the only answer I get, his gaze still on his papers.

I walk to the side of the desk, coming to stand right beside his sitting figure.

“Please? Derek, I miss you,” I say, cupping his hand with mine.

He immediately looks up at me, an unreadable expression on his face.

He stands up slowly, and cups my face with his large hand, his thumb travels the length of my bottom lip, making a shiver run down my spine.

“You missed me,” he repeats, his voice still cold, his eyes calculating, as he’s trying to decide if he wants to believe me or not.

He bends down a little and places his lips on mine, kissing me softly, my heart soaring with happiness at his show of affection. I can’t believe what is happening, one second ago he looked like he wanted to murder me, and now he’s kissing me passionately; and I am the one with multiple personalities!

He ends the kiss, and moves back slightly, looking me in the eyes, a smirk appearing on his sexy lips.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asks me, his cold tone still bothering me a little. How can you give a kiss like that, and then talk like you hate me?

I nod my head yes, unable to phrase a reply, my heart thumping wildly in my chest.

“Sure, that’s the reason why you came in here dressed like this, you just needed to convince someone to fuck you.”

The rage in his voice alerts me that he’s going to do something, but I am so surprised by his sudden change of attitude that I am stuck there pinned under his hateful gaze. He acts fast, he grabs me by my throat with his hand that was cupping my face and squeezes hard, choking me. His other hand rips my top open, grabbing my breast painfully tight.

“Now you’ll get what you wanted,” he says smirking evilly, his face only inches from mine. I try to push him away with my hands, but this man is made of rock. He slams me face down on his desk, his hand pinning my head down, while his other hand is fumbling with his belt.

“Derek, no, please,” I beg with him, but my words only anger him more, eliciting a low growl from him.

He pulls my skirt up, and rips my panties off, then, to my horror, he raises his belt in his hand, and with speed and strength, he painfully lashes my backside; the pain is so acute that a I whimper helplessly.

“Are you enjoying this, mate?” he spats the word mate like it’s a curse, and in this right moment I feel like being mated to him is a curse in itself.

Another lash, then followed by a harsher one. My bottom is in so much pain that I feel like it is pulsing on its own, tears are streaming down my face, wetting the papers scattered on his desk.

“Derek, stop, please stop,” I beg again with him.

“You don’t like it anymore?” he asks mockingly, delivering another good lash.

I could stop him with my powers, but I don’t want to hurt him, and a sick part of me, wants to see how deep he is willing to hurt me.

He puts his belt down, and with one hand, he lowers his trousers, letting his manhood spring free. He dives into me with extreme force, making my insides burn, he doesn’t wait for me to adjust, he starts ramming into me without any restraint, like I am some kind of sex doll, who can’t feel anything.