"You're causing me pain, Zeon!" I almost whimpered as I uttered his first name for the very first time. However, it didn't seem to faze him; instead, his expression remained stern, and I sensed frustration in his gaze. His grip on my delicate arm remained unrelenting, and his eyes bore into mine. "If you want to avoid a shouting match, return to the darn room and don't come out until I give the signal," he barked at me, his words filled with anger, all while forcefully shaking me. I was too taken aback by this sudden change in him. It felt as though I were witnessing an entirely different person. I couldn't fathom where his usual demeanor and gentle speech had vanished to. "And if you utter a word, I'll deal with you too," he added with a hint of threat, briefly directing his warning toward Maleeka. He had deceived me into this marriage, and I couldn't fathom what other intentions he might harbor. This wasn't the man I thought would protect me. He forcefully shoved me to the ground, and as I winced in pain, he closed the door behind us. "What the heck are you doing? I don't want to be stuck alone in a room with you," I broke down instantly. Instead of consoling me or attempting to justify his terrible behavior, he left me stunned with his next words. "One more word, Cynthia, and I'll rip that foul tongue from your throat and serve it to your sister," he snarled, leaning menacingly over me and jabbing a finger towards my face, delivering a threat that sent shockwaves through me, rendering me immobile. "Are you saying you'll... hit me?" Just to confirm if this was mere anger talking, I cautiously inquired. "I'll do far worse!" He didn't hesitate for a moment in his response. In a heartbeat, he grasped my elbow and yanked me to my feet before I could even process what was happening. In his overpowering grip, I felt as fragile as a plastic doll. "What on earth are you up to?" I managed to utter, observing his intense gaze fixated on my neck. "I'm going to mark you. Isn't that the custom after marriage?" He hissed, his gaze fixated on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "Be cooperative, and your sister will be safe and content," he emphasized, making it clear why I should comply and let him have his way in that moment. I had hoped that marrying him would bring me peace, as he had vowed to provide me with time and security, but it had all been a deceitful ploy for his personal gain. My face was forcibly turned away as he tugged my dress down from my shoulder, and his eyes became intensely filled with desire as they settled on my exposed skin. My heavy breathing, which caused my chest to rise and fall against his, seemed to further excite him. In that moment, I yearned to turn back time and make different choices, but here I was, being marked by a man who was meant to be my protector, yet had a mate waiting just beyond the door. Before nuzzling his face into my neck, he sensually licked a path from my shoulder to my earlobe, causing fresh tears to stream down my cheeks as he continued with delicate licks.I had hoped that perhaps he would grow calmer after marking me, bringing an end to this living nightmare. I knew that resisting him could endanger my sister too; he seemed capable of anything after deceiving me with lies that led to our forced marriage. His lips parted, allowing his inner wolf to take control after he had sucked on my neck until a bruise appeared. I felt the sharpness of his canines graze my skin before he ruthlessly sank his teeth into it. "ARGHHHH!" A scream was destined to leave my lips at any cost. I instantly bit my lip to silence myself when I felt his dick twitch and move after hearing my painful cries. He was getting hard on my misery. The way he went about the process was very painful. I wished to never be born as a werewolf. The marking felt disgusting. "I will mate with you very soon, and that pain will be something you will never be able to forget," he whispered in my ear, holding his arm around my back to pull me further into his body and keep me tight against him. "I'll have to wait, though," he withdrew his head and gazed into my tearful eyes. "I'll wait for the perfect day. And until then, I'm certain you'll find ways to please your new husband, your second chance mate," he sneered, fully aware of the misery he was causing me. "Also, don't forget to remain virgin for me. I detest cheaters, and if I discover you've been intimate with someone else, Cynthia, I'll make you regret it," his threats were not only repulsive but also violent. He released me and took a step back, his eyes fixed on my trembling form. The expressions on his face showed no sign of concern. The transformation from someone who had cared so deeply for me to this vile creature had happened with astonishing speed. "Cry! Go on, I want to hear you cry and beg for mercy," he said, seeming oddly excited by the idea. But I refused to give him the satisfaction, so he quickly grew bored. I couldn't even tell if I was trapped in a nightmare or something else entirely. How in the world had I ended up in such a chaotic situation? He seemed like a greater devil than my other mates at this point. "I'll leave now to let my other mate attend to my needs," he announced, retrieving his glasses from his pocket and adjusting them on his nose, a self-satisfied smile playing on his lips. He was clearly reveling in his own satisfaction. Once he departed the room, I sank to my knees and remained in silence. The shock was so overwhelming that I couldn't even muster any more tears for the next few minutes.