The Alpha King’s Broken Mate

Mating brutality

Namiko

I lay on my side, facing the wall, the room cloaked in flickering shadows. The fire burning crackled softly, casting warm light over cold stone, but it did nothing to soften the dread pooling in my gut. His presence behind me was suffocating and dominant. His breath ghosted along my shoulder, deliberate and slow, like a hunter savoring the moment before the kill.

The bed dipped as he shifted closer, I didn’t dare move. I just lay there

“I gave you a choice,” Caspian murmured. His voice was rough silk, elegant, and mostly cruel. “You stayed.”

“I didn’t know this was what you meant,” I whispered, not turning. My voice was small and It felt like it belonged to a stranger.

“You knew enough to offer to give me an heir,” he said, and I could feel his smirk even without seeing it.

I closed my eyes, but I didn’t pull away.

Something inside me had frozen up, it was deep and unreachable. And I'm in my stepfather’s b*****e over again.

His hand slid over my waist, possessive, unforgiving. I tensed. I try to tell myself that he is asking, he is not taking me by force. He gave me a choice. But if I act weak in front of him, he will know everything I tried to hide.

“Relax,” he said darkly. “You said you could survive me.” I had said that and I meant it.

I am not going to show fear. His mouth found my neck and his teeth grazed my skin. I bit down on my lip to keep from making a sound.

I hope he didn’t notice that. Or maybe he did and didn’t care.

He gripped my hip and rolled me onto my back, tearing the blanket away from my body like I was prey meant for the taking. His eyes raked over me with no softness, no reverence. Just power and ownership.

He didn’t speak again after that, there were no sweet nothings, no space for any more consent.

He took what I had offered him, my body, my allegiance, and twisted it into proof. Proof that screams I was his, proof that I was no longer my own.

His mouth was harsh. His hands pinned my wrists above my head. His body crushed me into the mattress. Then, without warning, he entered me.

Pain split through me. I gasped, I am living through this one.

He groaned, low and rough, like I was everything he’d been starving for.

My back arched, more in shock than pleasure, but he didn’t slow down, he just continued railing into me. His pace was brutal and punishing. It was all about control for him.

Every thrust was a reminder that he was the Alpha King, and I was nothing more than a promise made flesh.

I stared up at the ceiling, unmoving, breath shallow. Hoping this will finish quickly.

His rhythm never faltered, not even when I turned my face away, not when my arms went limp, not when my eyes lost focus and drifted. I wasn’t here anymore, not really.

Instead, I was in my room again, in the dark, surrounded by the rugged breaths of my step father! I was suddenly in the woods again, getting molested by my step father’s guards. People who were supposed to protect me.

Be quiet. It’s just a little pain, the voice told me, but I can't breathe.

Caspian was inside me, moving like a beast let off its chain, and my body betrayed me with warmth, with a response. But my soul screamed as tears began to gather in my eyes, hot and silent tears.

“You’re tight,” he growled, breathless, oblivious to my war. “Like you’ve never been touched.” But that's a lie, I have been, in a very wrong way, so I flinched.

But he didn’t stop, I wanted to scream, this is not what I wanted, so I screamed.

“No.”

The word left my lips, small and broken. I shake my head violently.

Caspian stilled.

His weight pressed into me, sweat slick on his brow, and his beautiful eyes were stormy and unreadable.

“What?” he asked, voice hoarse, looking at me in a confused way.

“No,” I said it again, louder, clearer. “I want you to stop.” I found my voice.

For a moment, I thought he wouldn’t stop, I thought he would look at me as a subject that I and he wouldn't stop. I thought a beast had swallowed the man completely and he would will his power over me.

But then something shifted in his gaze.

He withdrew, slow and cautious like he didn’t quite understand what had just happened.

I scrambled upright, dragging the blanket around me like armor. My hands trembled so violently that I couldn’t hold the fabric correctly in place. My body ached, the feeling of rawness enveloped me, I was shaking, and my heart pounded like a caged bird

He said nothing, he didn’t even reach for me, he didn't try to offer comfort, he just stared.

“Namiko.” My name came out of his mouth like a warning. Or a question, I didn’t know which.

“Don’t touch me,” I whispered, curling into myself. “Please. Just. . . don’t.”

The silent stretched until I heard the creak of the mattress as he rose. The rustle of fabric as he dressed.

The door opened a while after and then closed.

He left. I feel betrayed, I feel used. He is now my king so I know he doesn't owe me anything. I just learn to accept that. I am not anything special.

I stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in silence and in the shame that surrounded me. My knees were drawn to my chest, It was getting difficult to stop my chin from trembling so much.

I had come to this palace for protection and survival. But I don't know if I can ever survive.