Larissa's POV

"No..." I sobbed on the ground. "You can't do this to me, Peter. You can't-"

He approached me with a speed my wolf could never pull off. He grabbed me by the neck like I was a rag doll and leaned closer to me.

"I can, and I have done it! Now accept the rejection!" He yelled in my face.

My eyes blinked as I realized how serious this was. If I accepted his rejection, I could die.

"Peter, I am an omega." I whimpered, unable to complete the sentence. My wolf would never be able to survive the rejection.

"And that's the reason why this has to be done. Accept the damn rejection, Larissa! Don't make me hurt you!"

His eyes glowed in the dark, and my wolf felt the force of his wolf push down on us.

He meant every word he was saying, and if I dared him, he was going to do it.

Peter, you took my virginity." I tried, hoping to get to his wolf. He was my mate; there had to be a way I could save myself from this pain.

Peter scoffed and spat at me. "Your body is meaningless. I can fuck you again if I have to because that is what omegas like you are good for."

My ears burned as if they refused to take in his hurtful words. But it was too late.

Peter raised his right hand in the air, and I watched in terror as his claws sprang out. He brought it to my neck and spat.

"For the last time, accept the damned rejection!"

"I accept!" I cried out in pain.

Just as the words left my lips, my wolf let out a deep, soul-wrenching howl, and my bones started breaking.

I had never felt pain like this before. My skin was burning, and my heart was in shambles. It was as if my wolf wanted to leave my body without transforming.

Peter was going through the same pain, but being a beta's son, he could handle it better than my weak body.

He left me dying on the forest floor and limped away.

I remained there, crying out in pain. I was going to die, and I knew it. Omegas were weak. Our bodies could never take the pain of rejection.

The sky changed, and the moon disappeared. Dark clouds filled the night, and all that was left was darkness that reflected the pain in my soul.

Lightning struck in the sky, and before I could breathe, rain descended on me in buckets.

The rain was a gift from the goddess. It washed away my pain, and bit by bit, I felt my bones returning to their positions.

My wolf let out another howl, and this time it wasn't of pain; it was of heartbreak.

How could Peter do this to me after everything I shared with him?

Images of the night we shared were no longer beautiful; they became nightmares. The torture refused to go away.

"He called us a whore!" My wolf hissed.

I pulled myself up and wiped my tears. I wasn't a whore, but I would show him who a whore was.

I took the direction of the local motel and started dragging my feet in the rain. I refused to think about the consequences of my actions.

What was even there to think about? The whole pack knew that I had been moving with Peter; now that he had rejected me, they would laugh at me.

To think that I worked for his father... surely there was no way I could go back there.

No one else would employ me, so it was normal that I went to the motel.

My feet stopped at the entrance, and I pushed it open.

The place was bubbling with enough wolves searching for a place to relieve their desires.

I walked to the counter where the matron sat and raised my head to her.

"Good evening, ma'am," I said above the noise.

"You are terribly soaked, darling. How may I help you?" She said.

The matron was a large woman with a big bosom and an even larger backside. Her hair was cut short, and it framed her face; as she spoke, it went from side to side.

The warm air in the pub was starting to blend with the wetness of my body, and slowly, I started shivering.

"I want to work here," I whispered through clattering teeth.

She looked at me carefully. "You want a man for the night, or you want to offer yourself for the night?" She asked.

I closed my eyes and said, "I want to offer myself for the night."

"I am sorry, darling, we don't accept virgins here."

I sniffled away the pain her question brought, but my determination only grew stronger.

"I am not a virgin."

She observed me for a few seconds and then pulled out a book from the desk. "Okay, how many men have you been with? What's your specialty?"

My eyes blinked, and for a second, I questioned my decision.

"I have... I have only been with one man. I don't know what the other word means," I replied with sincerity.

She dropped the pen and looked at me again. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I pulled my wet hair out of my face and grabbed the counter as hard as I could.

"Yes. I want to do this. Please, give me one man, and if I can't satisfy him, then you can throw me out!" I cried desperately.

She grinned and then nodded her head. "Okay, as you wish."

She closed the book and stepped around the counter so she could come to me. "Follow me."

She took me to a door on the side, and this led us to a stair. When we got to the landing, it opened into a corridor, and I could already hear the different sounds of screams and cries coming from the doors as we walked down.

We got to the last room, and she unlocked it with a key she pulled out of her bosom.

"Stay in here; I will send in your first client." She tried to leave but stopped. "And make sure you are naked by the time he comes."

Darrell's POV

The sounds of celebration filled the night air, and my wolf growled in irritation. It was another mating ceremony, another year for reality to mock me.

Just as my mind was delving into my sorrow, the door to my room opened, and my father stepped in.

The light was off, but my wolf's eyes could perfectly see him as he moved to the wall. The moonlight streaming from the window reflected on his royal robes, and his presence seemed to fill the room.

His fingers moved on my wall, and in a flicker, the room flooded with light from the bulb overhead.

"It is another full moon festival. Every young wolf in the pack is out there searching for a mate or someone to spend the night with. Yet my son, next in line to the throne, sits in his room with a long face!" His voice boomed.

I knew what the lecture was going to be about, and I had no strength to argue with him. Not this year.

When I didn't reply, he let out a long sigh.

He moved back to the door and held the knob.

"Well, it is a good thing that I thought of fixing this little problem. This year there must be a change," he said, and then he pulled my door open. "Cassy? Please come in."

My brows creased as I looked at him and whoever this Cassy could be. Did he buy me a pup?

Soft clicks echoed in the floor, and I narrowed my eyes as I could now see a long shadow confirming the crack on the door.

Finally, the strong scent of her perfume filled the room as she stepped inside. Her hair was pulled back. Her face was bad to look at, but she had applied a handful of makeup to her face. You would think she was given a choice to either apply the makeup or die.

She had heavy curves that looked like she had surgery done to keep them in place.

"Darrell, this is Cassy." My father waved his hand at her with a smirk on his face.

My brows furrowed as it suddenly dawned on me that this was a sick joke.

"And Cassy, this is my son, the future ruler of our pack, Darrell," he beamed.

Cassy moved her chin up and smiled. She did everything so delicately that I wondered where she came from with such manners.

My father clapped his hands to gain my attention, and he did.

"Do take care of Cassy! Show how the men in our family take care of a woman!" He said that, and before I could speak, he disappeared behind the door.

I sat up and blinked at the door, wishing I could puncture it. My father thought he was helping, but he wasn't.

My wolf stared at the woman in front of me, and all we wanted to do was throw up. She was beautiful in her own right, but we didn't want her.

"Everyone is having fun... Why don't we start something fun too?" She said she was rolling her hair with her finger.

It burned my tongue to send her out, but that would make my father livid.

Maybe it wouldn't be bad to just give it a trial, I thought.

"I am all yours," I said, opening my arms wide.

She giggled as she joined me on the bed.

My wolf was already purring in disgust, but I stayed calm. Cassy got to me and let her fingers begin to trace a path over my shirt.

"Why don't we take this off?" She took out the buttons one after the other, smiling seductively as she moved above me.

I felt nothing but irritation.

She came back to my face and let her fingers graze my cheeks. "Your father said you needed a little push; I am here to help with that." She whispered as she lowered herself to my mouth.

My wolf retired to the back of my head and glared at the scene in disgust.

As Cassy's lips touched mine, I almost gagged.

My wolf growled, his claws pushing through my skin. It was like a bad medicine was injected into me, and my body was rejecting it.

Sensing that I wasn't responding, she moved her mouth to my naked chest. She started trailing kisses over my chest, moaning and touching every spot until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop..." I mumbled softly.

"Yes, speak to me. Speak to me." She moaned in response.

I opened my eyes wider in shock. Was she insane?

"No, I mean stop! Get the hell off me!" I roared in disgust. She was lucky my wolf didn't shove her off to the other side of the room.

Frustrated, I got off the bed and picked up my shirt. As if responding to my mood, thunder struck in the dark skies, and I broke down into tears.

"Darrell, did I do something wrong?" She asked, shocked at my action.

I clicked my tongue and shook my head. Listen, this has nothing to do with you, okay? Stay here if you want, but I am leaving."

I threw the door open and left the room, ignoring her questions behind me.

My wolf growled, hating the feeling of her fingers on my skin even as I left. I couldn't take a bath because she was still in the room.

Looking out the window, I had a perfect idea. I walked out of the house and let the rain pour down on me.

It felt good at first, but the more it landed on me, the more anger started growing within me. Was I cursed? Why couldn't I find a mate like every other wolf? Why couldn't I even like a woman long enough to bed her?

Why did they all irritate me?

The rain suddenly stopped falling on me, and I looked up to find an umbrella.

"My lord! Why are you under the rain? Is everything alright?" A guard asked, and I followed the hand holding the umbrella to his face.

As I glared at him, a perfect idea came to my mind. "Prepare the car; take me to the whore house."

If none of the higher-ranked female wolves could make my wolf ache for them, it was time to try the lower ranks.

Darrell's POV

The large woman at the counter was shocked to see me in the place, but she diverted her eyes and plastered on a smile.

"What may I offer you tonight?" She inquired, bouncing her huge breasts in front of me.

My wolf rolled in disgust, but I calmed it down.

"Do you have a new girl, someone that hasn't been working here for long?" I asked instead.

She paused her bouncing and smiled. "I know just the right girl." She scribbled something in her book and then looked up once again and said, "Come with me."

She stepped out of her counter and waltzed ahead of me to a door by the side of the pub. It opened to a staircase, and she went up to the last floor.

"She is in the last room," she pointed out. "It will cost a hundred dollars," she said, stretching her hand in my face.

"Sure." I nodded as I dug through my pockets and pulled out a bill for her.

"Have a good night!" She squeaked happily as she went down the stairs, leaving me alone.

The bulb in the corridor was flickering as I moved to the last door. My wolf was on the edge, as we were suddenly interested in seeing who was behind the door.

As I pulled the door open, my nostrils filled with the sweet scent of Jasmine.

My wolf purred in satisfaction, and I could feel my skin begin to tingle.

My heart started beating fast as my eyes finally fell on the woman in the bed.

She looked shy at first, but as I stood there at the door, trying to figure out why my wolf was acting this way, she got up.

My heart caught in my throat as I realized she was naked. Her beautiful curves, perfectly sculptured on her silky skin, were an addition to the beauty reflecting on her face.

Her breasts were firm, and as she walked, they bounced, begging me to touch them.

For the first time, I felt my cock harden in my pants. A strong flame moved within me, starting from my toes and settling in my groin.

She came closer to where I stood, and I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, yet she leaned into me and kissed me.

Like a dormant wire, my wolf was shocked to life. My hands slipped to her waist, and I pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

An insatiable hunger filled me. I wanted her in so many ways that I didn't know where to start.

My wolf surged to the surface, and I grabbed the girl, lifting her until her legs were wrapped around my waist.

I took control of the kiss, letting my hands go on an adventure through her body. Her skin was just as soft as I had imagined.

I grabbed her buttocks and led her back to the bed. My lips left her lips, and I moved to her neck, kissing and licking until my wolf couldn't wait anymore.

I moved my hands to my belt, and I quickly unbuckled it so that my cock could spring to life.

I let my cock rub against her core, loving the way she hissed and moaned softly against the force of it.

I tried to push through her core, but it was too tight. I pulled back and let one of my fingers go into her.

"What sort of a whore are you?" I wondered out loud as my finger went in and out of her tight little pussy.

Her lips were buried in her mouth as she looked at me with glassy eyes. Her nipples stared back at me, and I couldn't help it. I bent towards them and took them in my mouth as I continued fingering her.

"Ahh! Hmmm..." She moaned against my ears, sending my wolf on a crazy ride.

This was wrong. I shouldn't be feeling this way for a whore-much less an omega-but, like they say, my wolf knew what it wanted.

"What's your name?" I whispered as I admired her flushed face.

She opened her eyes and stared back at me, but she didn't say a word. She continued biting her lip. Her eyes danced with questions, and I ached to know what they were.

I added an extra finger, rolling and twisting it inside of her, stretching her further until she was crying out in pleasure.

"Larissa..." She whimpered as pleasure enveloped her entire being.

At that moment, I couldn't wait anymore. I directed my cock to her entrance and pushed through her walls.

"Fuck!" We chorused.

The tingles I felt earlier returned, blinding me to reality. I kissed her soft lips and started moving inside of her.

It was gentle at first, but as her tight walls continued to wrap around my thick cock, I couldn't stop. I went faster.

'Larissa...' my wolf growled as it took control of the sex.

He raised her legs in the air and went in even deeper, stretching her more than any man could ever do.

The tingles I had been trying to ignore soured within me, and my wolf recognized them.

"Mine..." He growled in my head.

I shook my head, refusing to let my hunger for sex blind my judgment. Larissa was an omega; I couldn't have her. It was impossible.

But my wolf had another thing planned; as we both moved to the rhythms of our hormones, it no longer remained sex with a whore; it became more. We became more.

It was passionate. It was lovemaking. As the pulls of the bond I was rejecting soured around us, intertwining to become one, I let go of my control.

My lips went to her neck, and I sucked on them like I was enchanted. My cock throbbed within her, and I knew that my release wasn't far anymore.

My thrusting became even faster and stronger. I brought my fingers to her clitoral area, and I massaged her as I went in and out.

As I pumped my seeds into her, my teeth elongated, and I was close to marking her as mine, but just as they grazed the soft skin around her neck, I stopped.

What have I done?