Unveiling the Alpha's Curse: Alexander's Curse

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wish I had never met you." Tears instantly streamed down my cheeks as I let go of the sob. My anguish was beyond description. The realisation that my own partner was taking me against my will hurt. Fucking me like his own cheap slut. "Morrows do come true, but wishes never do," he said with a melancholic grin. I hid my face in the pillow and cried in helplessness, turning my back on him and not letting my eyes meet his. It hurt. It hurt more than anything I had ever experienced to see how he was abusing my body without showing me the slightest bit of concern or kindness. I could have handled everything in silence if I didn't look at him, but he forbade me from doing that either. He took hold of my face and spun me around to face him. I could feel the sting of his hard grip on my skin; he must have left his finger prints there. "You can't hide from the pain, Anna," He struck so deeply that I could feel him in my stomach as he viciously beat his length in and out. I pleaded, "Please...stop it," as I struggled to break free of the bindings, but he ignored me. He took hold of my breast and gave it a firm squeeze, leaving his finger prints on it as well. My walls tightened around his cock in spite of my denial, releasing more fluids and milking it. I could feel myself approaching the peak at that point. The release washed over me like a tsunami, but he continued. He smacked the sides of my thighs, his claws cutting into my flesh as he bit down on my mouth. My throat ripped in agony as he dragged his claws down, causing my blood to stream out of the wound. He continued, though, by moving his mouth and giving my breast a severe bite. My mouth dropped another wail. He was deliberately causing me pain in order to satiate his cruel cravings. How could he wound me so deeply and still not care? He was my partner in crime. Time passed, yet his suffering persisted. He continued to take advantage of me, leaving behind scars that would follow me around forever; He was a deadly, vicious monster; my wounds and agonizing pain still served as a witness, and my blood stained the white bed linen. A few times, my body experienced the release, but the pain outweighed it all. It was all agony and suffering; there was no pleasure in it. And then, after more than an hour of torment, he finally sighed, and I could feel his pulse inside of me. His pupils shrank and his face relaxed as he released his seeds inside of me. For a time he sat there, his lips slightly parted, dark hair hang