Bora's Diary - The beauty and the beast

LORYS

So there I was again... After the long session in the council chamber, I'd finally had enough and was glad to be able to retreat back into my own four walls.

I ran into my room, undid the first two buttons of my shirt and dropped into my armchair.

"That was bloody exhausting," I muttered to myself as my eyes fell on the diary.

I bit my lower lip and reached for the diary. "Too bad you died, Bora... Now I almost feel guilty that I just wanted to leave you behind. It's a good thing Leonardo stood up for you..."

I opened the last page and read on.

BORA

He was the devil incarnate... He was so intent on keeping me prisoner that two guards weren't enough to keep me safe. Tomorrow it was going to happen. I was to marry him and there was nothing I could do to stop it. My father had given him his word.

I still had no explanation as to why he was after me and what my father had to do with it.

As of tomorrow, I would officially be the Luna of this pack and move from Brightstone to Blue Moon... It was a nightmare.

My whole body ached and my she-wolf couldn't come to her senses. Gabriel literally shoots wolfsbane at me to weaken me, but I try to resist him every time.

"What are you scribbling in your book all the time? Let me see," he demands, but I ignore him.

"Bora?"

He could be bloody exhausting. I suspected he was suffering from bipolar affective disorder, because sometimes he was the big bad wolf and let his alpha out and then there were moments when he tried to make conversation with me, but one thing was clear. As far as I was concerned, he was already through and there would be no big exchange of words on my part.

"Bora..." he said again in a more serious tone and sat down next to me.

I had quickly closed my diary, he didn't need to know what I was writing. It was my thoughts about my life.

I stared at the wall in front of me, hoping that he would finally realize that I didn't want anything from him.

He started stroking my arm and a shiver ran all over my body. It was nothing arousing, on the contrary. His every touch caused me a fear I couldn't describe and now that my she-wolf was weakened, the fear was greater than ever.

"Hmm sweet Bora... Tomorrow at the latest we will be man and wife. I'll taste all of you by then at the latest," he licked his lips and looked down at me like I was a fleeing deer, but he'll be wrong.... The only thing that could happen would be that the next blow from me would make him impotent.

"You know what I like, Bora? I like getting to the bottom of things... Who knows, maybe we won't be alive tomorrow?" he had whispered in my ear and gently bit my earlobe.

I almost felt sick and tried to get away from him, but he held me tight.

"You're not making it any better with your behavior Bora, we wolves are made to hunt... I'd especially like to hunt you," he said, taking my hand and guiding it to his crotch.

I tried to pull my hand away, but he held it tight. "You are the reason for this and not another woman. I think you need to solve this problem, what do you think?" he whispered in my ear again and started kissing my neck. His problem was his cock, which was so hard that I felt the need to squeeze it so hard that it would cut off his blood circulation and hopefully kill him. I had never wished for anyone to die before, but I wanted to kill him with my own hands.

"Stop it, Gabriel, I don't want this," I said, swallowing hard.

It felt wrong to have him so close to me, but he kept going. He placed more kisses on my neck and stopped at my cleavage as I became breathless with panic and my chest rose and fell with fear.

"I knew you'd like it, Bora.... You can hardly contain yourself with excitement", he grinned cheekily at me as I shook my head "Stop it... I really don't want this," I repeated, getting angrier and angrier and trying to pull him away from me.

He could only laugh, as weak as I was, nothing could stop him from grabbing me. He grabbed me by the neck and looked me seriously in the eyes "One wrong move and you're dead, Bora," he threatened.

"Then kill me ... I'd rather do that than have you by the neck," I growled at him and he slapped me across the face.

I held my cheek and tears involuntarily welled up in my eyes.

"I'm the fucking alpha, your fiancé and the man in charge, understand?" He grabbed me by the neck again and pulled me closer to him.

I looked to the side and didn't want to look him in the eye. It was all getting too much for me and I felt overwhelmed and helpless.

Suddenly he picked me up and carried me to the bed "NO, NO, NO!" I screamed at him loudly as I flailed my arms around trying to get him off.

He ignored me and put all his weight on top of me. He took my arms and pushed them over my head as he pressed his lips to mine and tried to kiss me.

I tried to turn my head away from him, but he gripped my wrists so tightly that I felt like all the bones in my hand were going to break.

"Shut up and don't do anything stupid now," he warned me, looking at me seriously.

"No," I said, shaking my head, "by the moon goddess... I'd rather die than be here with you," I said, spitting at him.

He was furious. Fucking furious. He slapped me again and squeezed my throat until I couldn't breathe. "This is just the beginning, Bora... It'll be a shame if you come to the wedding with bruises. Keep fucking still now or this will be the holiest thing to happen to you."

He ripped open the straps of my corset and bared my breasts. Tears welled up in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks.

He placed several kisses on my breasts, which made me extremely uncomfortable.

"Mhmm you smell so damn good Bora... Like a ripe peach... So sweet, so delicious," he moaned as he took my nipples in his mouth and sucked on them.

I felt dirty and disgusted by him. I couldn't do anything about him and had to let him do everything to me.

He took off my dress and ran his fingers between my labia. He licked his lips again "Oh God... so wonderfully untouched..." he pushed his fingers inside me and made my whole body tense while I cried and tears ran down my cheeks.

"Damn so tight..." he whispered to me and I squeezed my legs together, hoping I could somehow stop him.

Suddenly he stopped and looked at me: "You're lucky something got in my way, but I'll be back soon to prove you wrong. You'll end up screaming my name and begging for more," he said to me and kissed me on the neck again. His pack must have been calling him urgently via mind communication and it must be something important or he wouldn't have stopped.

Finally, he let go of me and looked me in the eye before disappearing through the door.

Dirty, filthy, disgusting. There was no word that could have described my situation. I was at my wits' end at that moment and had to think of something quickly before he came back and tried to have his way with me again.

After all, he had done it and would continue.

I went into the bathroom to wash up and got dressed straight away.

I tried to reach my she-wolf but couldn't. She was in the back of my mind and wouldn't come out.

I wiped my tears away and looked at myself in the mirror. I had to stay strong, even if it killed me. I couldn't let it get me down.

Marga, the maid, came running to me and looked at me. I had found a way to get her on my side recently. She had the same opinion of Gabriel as I did.

She saw that I was in tears and what she did was wonderful... She took me in her arms and hugged me tightly.

Suddenly I was crying like a waterfall while she tried to comfort me.

"Shh... You have to be strong, I don't think anything good is going on... Even the guards outside your door have disappeared," Marga said, looking me in the eye.

Frowning, I wiped the tears from my face and wondered what could be so bad...

"Why?" I whispered quietly and looked her in the eye.

She shook her head "I don't know... yet. You should have the most important things ready... In case we have to leave here," she said quietly and I just nodded.

My heart was pounding like crazy and that was what kept me from going insane at that moment. The hope of getting away from here was high and I could only hope that Marga wasn't telling me the wrong thing.

LORYS

My blood was boiling, everything Bora had written in that diary would be enough to bring Gabriel to justice and have him hanged - just a pity he was already dead.

I banged my fist on the tabletop and stood up, pacing around the room.

This guy had to be a sick pervert, because this was no way to treat a woman.

One important piece of information had crept in after all. The Brightstone pack. Now I was getting closer and was seriously considering going on a ride to Brightstone to inform the Alpha there, Bora's father, about her death...

I frowned. Next week is Wolf's Ball and there will be thousands of wolves there, including the Brightstone pack.

I could intercept the Alpha there and tell him about it...

I raised my eyebrows in annoyance, because this was going nowhere. I felt the urge to hit something, to want to destroy something.

I heard someone clear their throat and turned around. Leonardo looked at me askew and nodded in the direction of the diary: "I thought you didn't want to read it?" he asked me, frowning.

I was so angry at that moment that I wondered why I owed him an account.

"It's none of your business, Leonardo, what do you want?" I snapped at him, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I need a few signatures from you so that I can arrange the next steps for the ball..." Leonardo said and suddenly grinned at me.

"The diary must be almost evil if it upsets you so much, give it to me!" said Leonardo, already reaching for it.

"No!" I said immediately and walked towards him.

He laughed and shook his head: "Come on, tell me what's in it, Lorys. I haven't seen you in such a bad mood for a long time," he grinned at me and pressed the diary into my hand.

"Another time, I need my rest, Leonardo."

He had understood the message and finally nodded.

"See you tomorrow then," he said and left my room, chuckling.

I rolled my eyes, put the diary on my bedside table and prepared to go to sleep.

I tossed and turned a few times, thinking about everything. Not even the council meeting had kept me as busy as this diary.