MARKED BY HIS WOLF

Asha

  [TRIGGER WARNING: CONTENT MIGHT BE DISTURBING TO SOME READERS. PLEASE SKIP IF YOU CAN'T READ]

     For the umpteenth time, I wipe off my sweaty forehead. I've been cleaning this place for ages, and I'm already done with the last room.

  Just as I'm about to round up my cleaning, a sharp smack on my ass causes me to jerk.

   "Such a good girl. Isn't it impressive that you cleaned everywhere in just an hour?"

  Disgust, and rage bubbles up in my stomach at the sound of his voice. My stomach churns thinking of the fact he actually touched me.

  His hand goes on to squeeze my right ass cheek, and I almost whimper. I dig my teeth into my lower lip to stop myself from crying. Then, I subtly move away.

    This is just too much.

   "What it is now? Don't act as though you're a baby. You're a grown woman," Damon, my step father says.

  My biological Father died twenty two years ago when I was just a few months old, and mother quickly married someone else for 'my sake.'

  This disgusting, wretch, Damon.

   When I was younger, he would always stare at me strangely, and when I hit puberty, his stares became prolonged, dirtier, more lustful.

   When mother died two years ago, he made advances, but I made sure to refuse him.

  He has made my life a living hell ever since.

  "You can't keep doing this my dear. Just let me claim you once and for all," he reaches out to touch me, but I take some steps backwards.

   "No, I don't want that," I reply politely.

   "What's the matter? Aren't you twenty-two already? You're too beautiful to keep wasting on. Just let me claim you dear. You need a man to fuck you right."

    He slips his hands into his pants.. stroking himself.

  I grimace, and turn away quickly, feeling a overwhelming rush of nausea hit me in the stomach. Bile fills my throat

  Oh gosh. He is more than disgusting.

  "Don't turn away from me dear, come join me."

  I heave heavily, and turn around again, ready to brush past him.

  This time, his pants are on the floor, and he is stroking himself really hard.

   "You're almost fifty Damon. What nonsense is this?" I palm my face, my chest contorting at the horrible sight.

    "That doesn't matter," he groans, taking a step towards me, "Tonight's the mating night. Just let me claim you. I've always desired you Asha, please give me what I want."

     "You're disgusting. I hope you die soon," I grimace, feeling anger and hurt rush to the pit of my stomach. I try to brush past him, but he grabs my arm before I can reach the door.

  "Trying to play hard to get I see?" His eyes darken, "Well, I've been too patient with you, maybe it's time I use some force."

    I gasp in horror, "Let me go!" I pull away as hard as I can but he's