Chapter 2 My Coming-Of-Age Ceremony

Leona's POV: My voice became muffled. "Since you enjoy getting men to humiliate others, how about I give you a taste of what it's like to be ravaged?" Soren asked. My wolf, Hatty, roared with rage within me, wanting to break free. Unfortunately, Soren, as Alpha of the Shadow pack and my future mate, had absolute control over me. Instead of removing my undergarment, he simply pulled it aside slightly and slipped his fingers right in. "That hurts!" I exclaimed. The tight space within the car was filled with his scent, and I found myself being drawn in uncontrollably. "Soren, you once promised me that you would always respect me!" Nonetheless, the only response I got was his increasingly violent movements, as if he felt like my words were irritatingly loud. He grabbed the bra out of my hands and tied it around my mouth. I sobbed while reaching out to tug at it. But, my actions seemed to have angered him. I heard the sound of a belt buckle being unfastened. In the next second, he pulled both my hands behind me mercilessly. He couldn't be bothered with any foreplay and simply plunged his massive manhood right into me. At that moment, I felt like my lower body was being split in half. I wanted to scream, but I was gagged by the bra that was tied around my mouth. So, all I could do was to sob in pain. Everything around me seemed to have become quiet. The only sounds that were left were Soren's heavy breathing and the rustling sounds from skin rubbing against the car seat. Though hopelessness filled my heart, I continued to struggle. No—this was not what I wanted my coming-of-age ceremony to be like when I turned 18! Yet, the bond with my fated mate compelled my body to yield to him instinctively… Soren clearly once cupped my face in his hands tenderly as he gave me his word. "My princess, we will relish our first time together in a bed of flowers. I will plant your favorite flowers—cosmos—and watch as they cover the ground beneath you… "I will hold the Shadow pack's grandest celebration ever to marry you and love you for the rest of my life." Yet, he was ravishing me in this tight space in the car. This was the very first time, in the 18 years of my life, that I hated him this badly! A moan escaped my lips. A tingling and numbing sensation ignited my senses as an attraction from within my soul made me sink deeper into Soren's repeated thrusts. I managed to free myself from the belt around my hands, and I pulled down the gag in my mouth, panting heavily. The scent around Soren made me turn my upper body around uncontrollably. Before I knew it, I had encircled my arms around his neck. Sincerely, I kissed his chiseled jaw, then stuck my tongue out to have a taste of the corner of his lips. While my rational thoughts told me to stop, the physical pleasure simply drew me in deeper. "Leona, I see that everything Elara said was true. You really are someone who can't bear to be lonely. I can't believe you're reciprocating even when I'm humiliating you like this. "Were those Rogues willing to give you a hand because you'd also used your body to be of service to them previously?" He leaned forward, his hands squeezing and rubbing my globes aggressively. His warm breath against my shoulder snapped me out of the trance-like state I was in earlier. I couldn't help but feel rather annoyed. I clenched my teeth, refusing to respond to him any further. Suddenly, I let out a painful cry. I felt a sharp pain in my left shoulder. I couldn't believe that he actually bit me on my shoulder. The smell of blood wafted through the car. This seemed to have excited the man behind me even further. He grabbed me by my waist with one hand and turned me over. As he did so, I could feel him turning within me too. The overwhelming stimulation caused my eyes to redden instantly. I finally managed to get a clear look at Soren. Right now, other than the collar of his shirt being slightly undone, his black shirt was completely neat and straight. Only his pants were lowered slightly. It was as if he could get up at any moment after this act of passion and be off to attend a formal banquet. In contrast, I was positioned with one leg hoisted over his shoulder. He had ripped my blouse till all that was left were shreds. He had also torn my skirt down one side, leaving it hanging loosely around my waist. He leaned down, biting into my chest. My sensitive peaks grew hard gradually beneath his tongue. Like a beast that had just been awakened, he began thrusting unusually ferociously. I turned my head to the side, not wanting to look at this man, whom I once loved with all my heart. Nonetheless, I widened my eyes the next moment. The driver in the front seat had not raised the partition. Not only that, he was watching me secretly through the rearview mirror.