Trigger Warning: 18+, rape, abuse, Mature and sexual content, slavery, violence. 


"Don't get the ideas that you are ever going to receive anything other than hate from me, Athena. I  don't need a mate. I don't need a weak pathetic bond like this to survive," He growled as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and harshly threw me on the bed.

I was naked and helpless in front of his menacing eyes.

"Sebastian, please don't do this..." 

"I have purchased you from that auction only because you'll come in use to tame my wolf, and you are nothing but a good that I will use every day and night for my pleasure. And your life in hell starts from today." 

"Please don't..." I begged but none of my words affected him. 

I backed away till my body hit against the headboard but he dragged me by my ankles and shredded the last piece of fabric, my panties, and threw it away.


****

After being sold by my parents to auctioneers because of being a wolf-less she-wolf, When fate landed me in my mate's arms from the auction, for once I thought I was finally going to find happiness...someone who'd love me. But it was another hell I landed into.

Sebastian Valdez-- was known as the cursed Alpha who killed his own father. Everyone feared him, his barbaric deeds had no bounds, and he did not have a heart. He only had one rule in his life--Thrive in others' pain. But what he did to me was even worse. 

He snatched my innocence, abused me, raped me every night, hurt me beyond extreme, and left me with only the want to escape from his cage but that was until I got to know what his curse was......

My Cursed Sadistic Alpha: Sebastian's Curse

Sweet Revenge 

Athena
He looked so unaffected and casual as if it wasn't just a murder he committed. He normally lit up a cigarette, the smoke that came off of it reflecting against his dark sunglass as he raised it to his mouth.
There was no rage I could notice, there was no hurry, it was just an utterly calm ...

Athena


He looked so unaffected and casual as if it wasn't just a murder he committed. He normally lit up a cigarette, the smoke that came off of it reflecting against his dark sunglass as he raised it to his mouth.

There was no rage I could notice, there was no hurry, it was just an utterly calm ...

New Enemy