The Cursed Alpha Mysterious Hybrid Mate

Was this fate better than death? My life wouldn't be mine anymore. I would be their dummy. His sweet little fake Queen and Luna.
Was it worth it when my life wouldn't be mine anymore?
“Or should I just reject you?” His voice thundered, cutting through my wandering thoughts, snapping me back to reality.
“But that won't be possible because I wouldn't want to risk you having another mate.” He said, grabbing my face roughly, his eyes darkened and his hand came crashing into my jaw. My head and jaw throbbed as I felt the taste of blood on my tongue, and my eyes flowed in tears.
“I own you. And I can't risk someone else being your second chance, mate.”
Tears continued streaming down my face as I looked up to him.
“Do you have anything to say? Do you reject this arrangement, or should I call the executioner?”
My soul almost left my body at the sound of an executioner.
“No Alpha,” I answered, “I will be your slave.”