Fated To Three Betrayed By All Until She Rose (Leilani) by Ahvahh novel Chapter 223

223 The debt.

Maurice.

“Werewolves and Lycans are never a good match, Maurice! Stay away from that boy before he ruins your life! Or before everyone from the pack finds out you’ve been frolicking with the enemy and brands you as a traitorous whore for it!” My mother yelled at me, her wooden spatula waving in the air as she glared right at me.

This has been our dynamic for the past four months. It has been the only song she sang around the house ever since that first time she caught me with Ragnar at the

back of our old house.

And do you know what makes matters even worse? The fact that I had been betrothed

to no one else but Malakai.

Outgoing sweet Malakai who had the entire world waiting at his feet. The golden boy of Stormborn pack

no was destined for great things!

He was only twenty but had managed to secure his position as the Beta of our pack, and that was nothing in comparison to his fame… his wealth… his status and the great fortune that would bring to my barely surviving family.

While Malakai and

how could I ever were betrothed, Ragnar for some weird reason was my mate. But

how could I ever bring myself to tell that to my mother and the people of our pack?

How could I ever explain to her that the scrawny wretched boy with long silver hair and weird purple eyes that gleamed in the sun was destined to be mine from the very beginning?

How could I even tell her

Chat I love him?

My hands fisted into my skirt shook as I looked into her enraged eyes, my breath coming in rough pants as I whispered; “mom please…”

“He’s a Lycan and do you know what that would cause?!”

“Mom I know but please…” I tried again, my voice breaking when she shook her head at

“I would expose your illicit affair with him to everyone if you don’t quit it and break up with him! Trust me!” She barked, and I instantly knew that she wasn’t bluffing.

I knew because I could see it in her eyes. I could feel it in the way she regarded me with such open contempt.

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She didn’t hate me, no. However, she hated what my affair could make us lose.

She hated that I was the one thing holding her from achieving greatness.

And she hated him, with a burning passion!

Tears fell down my face at the thought of doing life without the man I loved, but because I knew how pointless it was to argue with my mother, I turned and left the

kitchen.

My heart was literally in my mouth as I went up the rickety stairs leading to my room, and upon entering…

My breath hitched.

Why?

Because the same Ragnar was on my bed, sprawled on the small furniture like he owned the place. His wide mouth spread into a smile when he saw me, and even though he hadn’t said a word to me yet, I knew that he’d overheard everything my mom had said downstairs.

By the gods, I wanted to run into his waiting arms. I wanted to melt into his embrace and cry out the content of my heart. But for some reason, I could not. And that is because somewhere deep down, I already knew that we had no future.

That this was only fleeting.

That no matter what we do, I’d still end up with Malakai.

He sat up quickly, his voice soft as he said the words; “Run away with me.” And due to how sudden that felt, my heart began to pound in my chest.

And bloody hades, maybe I wanted to.

Gosh, only the heavens knew how much I would die to elope with him.

But I could not.

I was the only one my mother had. Our family owed the Blackthornes a debt that was too huge to forgo. If I leave now then my mom would be forced to repay the debt… and I do not know how she would be made to do that.

I shook my head. “You don’t mean that.”

“Oh, but I do.” He answered quickly. “I can take you wherever you want to-

”

“With your old bicycle and the few pennies in your back pocket.” I answered, immediately cutting him off.

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Ragnar pulled himself away from the bed and walked up to me, his hands cupping my face as he whispered; “You are so clueless, it’s almost cute.”

I licked my lips when his touch sent sparks of electricity running up my spine. But I

said nothing.

“Do you

wish to come with me?” He asked, and this time, I knew that I should say yes but I didn’t.

I shook my head instead. “No.”

“Oh,”

“But I want you to kiss me.” I said softly, finally resigning my fate to believe that this was all we were… all we could ever be.

His eyes flashed wickedly as soon a

I said those words and in an instant his lips were

descending on mine, claiming me in a way no man could ever do.

He laced his fingers in my hair as he pulled me flush against his chest and I could out moan wantonly when I felt his bulge pressing against my stomach.

Minutes passed and our kiss turned into heated caress… and before I knew it, I was stripped down to nothing with my arms wrapped around his neck while my legs were enclosed around his waist.

When he led me to my bed, I was willing… compliant.

And when he plunged into me for the first time, I immediately knew that no man could ever make me feel this way ever again.

His manhood was thick and veiny, stretching me wide with each thrust. And I thrashed, moving with abandon when he would pull out only to plunge back into me until his cock was settling somewhere between my hilt and

my soul.

His mouth was everywhere, kissing everything in its wake and painting the length of my body with the hottest sloppiest kisses ever known to man.

And goddess, I wanted to die. I wanted to dissolve into a poodle, melt into his soul and never be separated from him ever again.

Each thrust felt like it was reaching into my soul and engraving his name into my heart.

I clawed at his skin, thrashed, writhed, moaned… God, I even cried when it felt too much. When I felt like he was about to stretch me so wide, I could tear.

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A few minutes went by and then suddenly, I began to feel him increasing in size inside of me. He swelled so much that I could no longer handle him, and just when I was beginning to think that I would soon burst from all the sensations, he came. Heavily. Filling me with his seed so much that some of them dripped between my thighs and onto the bed.

I thought that him orgasming and me following next was enough until he flipped me around in such a way that my chest was pressed against the bed. With his hands, he pulled my hips upward, making it such that my anus and vagina were exposed to him.

And guess what?

He took me. Again and again.

He plunged into me with so much force, and so deep that my moans tore through the quiet house.

And a second later…

My mother kicked the door open!

Her eyes widened when she saw me on all fours with Ragnar pumping his dick into me

from behind.

My breath hitched when my eyes met hers and I froze. But for some reason, I didn’t want Ragnar to pull out of me. I didn’t want him to stop.

He probably felt the same way too because after the initial shock of seeing my mother that made him freeze for a nanosecond, he fell back into rhythm and continued to pump harder… deeper… faster.

His cock was driving all the way to my hilt, only to pull back and then repeat the motion all over again.

And at this point, my legs were quaking. Incoherent words were slipping past my lips.

I squeezed my eyes shut when an electric kind of buildup began to accumulate around my abdomen and I fisted my hands into the bedsheets, crying as I begged for more and more… and more…

Until I exploded.

And then a second later, the haze around my head cleared just enough to see my mom sprawled on the floor with her eyes wide open and her body stiff.

She was not breathing… she was not moving either and then it finally dawned on me that she had died from the shock.

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That I had killed her.

A loud cry tore out from the back of my throat as I fell to my knees, and as I cried, I couldn’t help but curse myself for being so stupid. So greedy…

-And now, I was left as the only one who could pay back the Blackthorne family’s debt.