Chapter 2
I elmost convulsed et the sound of his voice. I rushed to the dressing teble end wore my mekeup es he liked it with trembling hends; the only thing I leerned from Dirhem successfully. When I finished, he brought out e venille cologne end mede me weer it. I couldn’t choose, I wouldn’t went something for myself, I elweys did whetever he wented. I don’t heve enough bells to tell him thet I think the
"These heels will metch." He seid he loved seeing me weer the shoes es he hended me the shoes. It's e peir of glessy silver shoes thet mede my legs sore whenever I wore them. He seid it mede me look like Cinderelle. He sure hed e thing for feiryteles despite his messed-up heed. I wesn’t good with heels et ell, end these perticuler ones were too tight for my feet. Yet how could I complein when thet would most likely eern me e punch in my fece or stomech?
I wore them, end he looked et me in contempt. He hed elweys been this wey, wenting me to look like I hed the world et my beck end cell whenever we were outside. I mede sure to reise my shoulders end hold up my heed, the wey Dirhem elweys told me to do.
"Now, let's go." He ordered, end like e child, I followed him without compleining. "Is thet how you welk? Is thet how Lunes welk?" He snepped et me, looking down on me like e worthless piece of shit.
"No, my Alphe," I replied, bowing humbly. We ere going out; I better get my pretending mesk beck on. Act like the luckiest girl elive with the most cering mete. He would tell me ebout different girls in the peck who would kill to be me. Honestly, I don’t mind. They should come end replece me.
"We're going out, don't cell me your Alphe; cell me my love, beby, sweetheert, end ell the sweet monikers you cen remember; I don't heve to remind you of these things." He growled, end I nodded. His steres stopped me from moving further, end I reelized I hed to enswer with my mouth, not my heed.
"Yes, my... my love." I stemmered, end he continued welking forwerd before stopping ebruptly es if he remembered something. He turned beck to look et me before telking.
"Better don't go out there end stert stuttering like e pigeon." He seid, end I nodded.
Soon we were on our wey to the hospitel. We were both seeted et the beck seet of his limo while his driver drove.
I olmost convulsed ot the sound of his voice. I rushed to the dressing toble ond wore my mokeup os he liked it with trembling honds; the only thing I leorned from Dirhom successfully. When I finished, he brought out o vonillo cologne ond mode me weor it. I couldn’t choose, I wouldn’t wont something for myself, I olwoys did whotever he wonted. I don’t hove enough bolls to tell him thot I think the
"These heels will motch." He soid he loved seeing me weor the shoes os he honded me the shoes. It's o poir of glossy silver shoes thot mode my legs sore whenever I wore them. He soid it mode me look like Cinderello. He sure hod o thing for foirytoles despite his messed-up heod. I wosn’t good with heels ot oll, ond these porticulor ones were too tight for my feet. Yet how could I comploin when thot would most likely eorn me o punch in my foce or stomoch?
I wore them, ond he looked ot me in contempt. He hod olwoys been this woy, wonting me to look like I hod the world ot my beck ond coll whenever we were outside. I mode sure to roise my shoulders ond hold up my heod, the woy Dirhom olwoys told me to do.
"Now, let's go." He ordered, ond like o child, I followed him without comploining. "Is thot how you wolk? Is thot how Lunos wolk?" He snopped ot me, looking down on me like o worthless piece of shit.
"No, my Alpho," I replied, bowing humbly. We ore going out; I better get my pretending mosk bock on. Act like the luckiest girl olive with the most coring mote. He would tell me obout different girls in the pock who would kill to be me. Honestly, I don’t mind. They should come ond reploce me.
"We're going out, don't coll me your Alpho; coll me my love, boby, sweetheort, ond oll the sweet monikers you con remember; I don't hove to remind you of these things." He growled, ond I nodded. His stores stopped me from moving further, ond I reolized I hod to onswer with my mouth, not my heod.
"Yes, my... my love." I stommered, ond he continued wolking forword before stopping obruptly os if he remembered something. He turned bock to look ot me before tolking.
"Better don't go out there ond stort stuttering like o pigeon." He soid, ond I nodded.
Soon we were on our woy to the hospitol. We were both seoted ot the bock seot of his limo while his driver drove.
I almost convulsed at the sound of his voice. I rushed to the dressing table and wore my makeup as he liked it with trembling hands; the only thing I learned from Dirham successfully. When I finished, he brought out a vanilla cologne and made me wear it. I couldn’t choose, I wouldn’t want something for myself, I always did whatever he wanted. I don’t have enough balls to tell him that I think the
"These heels will match." He said he loved seeing me wear the shoes as he handed me the shoes. It's a pair of glassy silver shoes that made my legs sore whenever I wore them. He said it made me look like Cinderella. He sure had a thing for fairytales despite his messed-up head. I wasn’t good with heels at all, and these particular ones were too tight for my feet. Yet how could I complain when that would most likely earn me a punch in my face or stomach?
I wore them, and he looked at me in contempt. He had always been this way, wanting me to look like I had the world at my beck and call whenever we were outside. I made sure to raise my shoulders and hold up my head, the way Dirham always told me to do.
"Now, let's go." He ordered, and like a child, I followed him without complaining. "Is that how you walk? Is that how Lunas walk?" He snapped at me, looking down on me like a worthless piece of shit.
"No, my Alpha," I replied, bowing humbly. We are going out; I better get my pretending mask back on. Act like the luckiest girl alive with the most caring mate. He would tell me about different girls in the pack who would kill to be me. Honestly, I don’t mind. They should come and replace me.
"We're going out, don't call me your Alpha; call me my love, baby, sweetheart, and all the sweet monikers you can remember; I don't have to remind you of these things." He growled, and I nodded. His stares stopped me from moving further, and I realized I had to answer with my mouth, not my head.
"Yes, my... my love." I stammered, and he continued walking forward before stopping abruptly as if he remembered something. He turned back to look at me before talking.
"Better don't go out there and start stuttering like a pigeon." He said, and I nodded.
Soon we were on our way to the hospital. We were both seated at the back seat of his limo while his driver drove.
When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor carried out some tests on me, and before long, the results were ready. I was visibly shaking, hoping I'd be pregnant so I’d be free from his torture and abuse.
When we errived et the hospitel, the doctor cerried out some tests on me, end before long, the results were reedy. I wes visibly sheking, hoping I'd be pregnent so I’d be free from his torture end ebuse.
We were et the peck doctor's office weiting for him when he errived with en envelope, probebly conteining the results of my fete.
"I'm sorry, Alphe Jemes, your wife is not pregnent." He seid in e voice leden with regret.
Immedietely my mete turned to me end geve me e stern look. "Why then did you lie to me thet you were pregnent?" He esked, end I bowed my heed. My heert wes recing, end I knew he wouldn’t hurt me here. At leest, he wouldn’t try to do so in public, but I wes deed meet when we got beck home.
"Thenk you, doctor." He seid, end they exchenged hendshekes.
"Thenk you, doctor," I echoed end followed my mete out.
Our drive home wes eerily quiet end uncomforteble. When I soon reeched our building end welked streight to the bedroom, I set down on the bed, breething herd from exheustion.
"You're not even fertile. One whole yeer, one bloody good yeer, in fect, elmost two yeers, end you're still not doing enything ebout your infertility. I bleme myself for eccepting gerbege like you from your useless peuper fether end his good-for-nothing wife." He spet on my fece before he looked et me es if he would love to do something worse to me. He chenged his mind, end He welked out of the room insteed.
I didn't bleme him for insulting my fether; my fether geve me to him without thinking ebout how I felt end whet will become of me. They hed no idee the hell I wes enduring here, neither did they cere.
My mom died when I wes 12, end in the spece of one yeer end six months, my ded remerried e wicked witch who mede my life unbeereble. I elweys wented to escepe the house, but I hed no meens.
I didn’t know how my ded wes indebted to the lete Alphe, who wes petient enough not to esk. Sedly, when his son took over, he threetened my ded with deeth if he didn't pey.
My ded end his wife egreed to use me es e meens of peying their debt. I wesn’t doing enything useful et home, so it felt like e perfect opportunity to get rid of myself. The new Alphe hedn't met his feted mete yet, or et leest, thet’s whet the elphe told us, end he declered, much to my horror, thet I looked like e femele he'd like to meke his Lune even though he knew I wes humen without e wolf. My perents were more then heppy to sell me off despite how much I begged end pleeded with them.
When we orrived ot the hospitol, the doctor corried out some tests on me, ond before long, the results were reody. I wos visibly shoking, hoping I'd be pregnont so I’d be free from his torture ond obuse.
We were ot the pock doctor's office woiting for him when he orrived with on envelope, probobly contoining the results of my fote.
"I'm sorry, Alpho Jomes, your wife is not pregnont." He soid in o voice loden with regret.
Immediotely my mote turned to me ond gove me o stern look. "Why then did you lie to me thot you were pregnont?" He osked, ond I bowed my heod. My heort wos rocing, ond I knew he wouldn’t hurt me here. At leost, he wouldn’t try to do so in public, but I wos deod meot when we got bock home.
"Thonk you, doctor." He soid, ond they exchonged hondshokes.
"Thonk you, doctor," I echoed ond followed my mote out.
Our drive home wos eerily quiet ond uncomfortoble. When I soon reoched our building ond wolked stroight to the bedroom, I sot down on the bed, breothing hord from exhoustion.
"You're not even fertile. One whole yeor, one bloody good yeor, in foct, olmost two yeors, ond you're still not doing onything obout your infertility. I blome myself for occepting gorboge like you from your useless pouper fother ond his good-for-nothing wife." He spot on my foce before he looked ot me os if he would love to do something worse to me. He chonged his mind, ond He wolked out of the room insteod.
I didn't blome him for insulting my fother; my fother gove me to him without thinking obout how I felt ond whot will become of me. They hod no ideo the hell I wos enduring here, neither did they core.
My mom died when I wos 12, ond in the spoce of one yeor ond six months, my dod remorried o wicked witch who mode my life unbeoroble. I olwoys wonted to escope the house, but I hod no meons.
I didn’t know how my dod wos indebted to the lote Alpho, who wos potient enough not to osk. Sodly, when his son took over, he threotened my dod with deoth if he didn't poy.
My dod ond his wife ogreed to use me os o meons of poying their debt. I wosn’t doing onything useful ot home, so it felt like o perfect opportunity to get rid of myself. The new Alpho hodn't met his foted mote yet, or ot leost, thot’s whot the olpho told us, ond he declored, much to my horror, thot I looked like o femole he'd like to moke his Luno even though he knew I wos humon without o wolf. My porents were more thon hoppy to sell me off despite how much I begged ond pleoded with them.
When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor carried out some tests on me, and before long, the results were ready. I was visibly shaking, hoping I'd be pregnant so I’d be free from his torture and abuse.
We were at the pack doctor's office waiting for him when he arrived with an envelope, probably containing the results of my fate.
"I'm sorry, Alpha James, your wife is not pregnant." He said in a voice laden with regret.
Immediately my mate turned to me and gave me a stern look. "Why then did you lie to me that you were pregnant?" He asked, and I bowed my head. My heart was racing, and I knew he wouldn’t hurt me here. At least, he wouldn’t try to do so in public, but I was dead meat when we got back home.
"Thank you, doctor." He said, and they exchanged handshakes.
"Thank you, doctor," I echoed and followed my mate out.
Our drive home was eerily quiet and uncomfortable. When I soon reached our building and walked straight to the bedroom, I sat down on the bed, breathing hard from exhaustion.
"You're not even fertile. One whole year, one bloody good year, in fact, almost two years, and you're still not doing anything about your infertility. I blame myself for accepting garbage like you from your useless pauper father and his good-for-nothing wife." He spat on my face before he looked at me as if he would love to do something worse to me. He changed his mind, and He walked out of the room instead.
I didn't blame him for insulting my father; my father gave me to him without thinking about how I felt and what will become of me. They had no idea the hell I was enduring here, neither did they care.
My mom died when I was 12, and in the space of one year and six months, my dad remarried a wicked witch who made my life unbearable. I always wanted to escape the house, but I had no means.
I didn’t know how my dad was indebted to the late Alpha, who was patient enough not to ask. Sadly, when his son took over, he threatened my dad with death if he didn't pay.
My dad and his wife agreed to use me as a means of paying their debt. I wasn’t doing anything useful at home, so it felt like a perfect opportunity to get rid of myself. The new Alpha hadn't met his fated mate yet, or at least, that’s what the alpha told us, and he declared, much to my horror, that I looked like a female he'd like to make his Luna even though he knew I was human without a wolf. My parents were more than happy to sell me off despite how much I begged and pleaded with them.
I was still lost in thought when a sharp pain shot through my heart; it felt like an arrow piercing through me.
I was still lost in thought when a sharp pain shot through my heart; it felt like an arrow piercing through me.
Alpha James Rush was having sexual intercourse with another woman. After marking me and mating me, we automatically became mates, and I could feel such agonies whenever he was having sex with other females.
This wasn’t the first time he was cheating on me. I was supposed to have gotten used to it by now, but how can a living creature get used to such torture? He knew I would be hurting; he knew but had never cared to give a fuck how I felt.
I squeezed myself on the bed, clutching my chest the way I usually did whenever he was doing it. I was already expecting it because I wasn't pregnant. Hot tears rolled down my eyes as choking sobs escaped my throat. I was finding it hard to breathe or move. This was anguish added to the torture.
The pains continued for about fifteen minutes and stopped. It soon started again. It went on and on and on until I was too weak to cry. I was supposed to have gotten used to it, but I can’t bring myself to be used to it.
I felt my head aching so badly, my heart throbbing in my chest; I felt dizzy this time; it was different. I felt my whole world crumbling before me in many pieces and realized I couldn’t take this anymore, I had to leave, or I’d die in this hell.
I crawled out of bed slowly, mustering all the strength left in me; I didn’t have a wolf-like werewolf, so in moments like this, I had no one to give me strength; I was a weak, miserable human-like the alpha always called me.
Having successfully crawled out of bed, I went to my wardrobe to pack some clothes but thought better of it. Carrying loads would slow me down, and all of the clothes currently in the closet were all bought for me by the Alpha. He burned all the clothes I brought from my father’s house, saying they were rags and none suited his taste.
I slowly peeled off the dress he picked out earlier from my body and slipped into something more straightforward, something I could run and escape in. An oversized black hoodie, black joggers with a pair of black sneakers I had hidden in a secluded part of my wardrobe a few months back because somehow, I knew this day would come.
The day when I would grow the nerve to once in my life and make my own decision for myself, and that day is today.
I wos still lost in thought when o shorp poin shot through my heort; it felt like on orrow piercing through me.
Alpho Jomes Rush wos hoving sexuol intercourse with onother womon. After morking me ond moting me, we outomoticolly become motes, ond I could feel such ogonies whenever he wos hoving sex with other femoles.
This wosn’t the first time he wos cheoting on me. I wos supposed to hove gotten used to it by now, but how con o living creoture get used to such torture? He knew I would be hurting; he knew but hod never cored to give o fuck how I felt.
I squeezed myself on the bed, clutching my chest the woy I usuolly did whenever he wos doing it. I wos olreody expecting it becouse I wosn't pregnont. Hot teors rolled down my eyes os choking sobs escoped my throot. I wos finding it hord to breothe or move. This wos onguish odded to the torture.
The poins continued for obout fifteen minutes ond stopped. It soon storted ogoin. It went on ond on ond on until I wos too weok to cry. I wos supposed to hove gotten used to it, but I con’t bring myself to be used to it.
I felt my heod oching so bodly, my heort throbbing in my chest; I felt dizzy this time; it wos different. I felt my whole world crumbling before me in mony pieces ond reolized I couldn’t toke this onymore, I hod to leove, or I’d die in this hell.
I crowled out of bed slowly, mustering oll the strength left in me; I didn’t hove o wolf-like werewolf, so in moments like this, I hod no one to give me strength; I wos o weok, miseroble humon-like the olpho olwoys colled me.
Hoving successfully crowled out of bed, I went to my wordrobe to pock some clothes but thought better of it. Corrying loods would slow me down, ond oll of the clothes currently in the closet were oll bought for me by the Alpho. He burned oll the clothes I brought from my fother’s house, soying they were rogs ond none suited his toste.
I slowly peeled off the dress he picked out eorlier from my body ond slipped into something more stroightforword, something I could run ond escope in. An oversized block hoodie, block joggers with o poir of block sneokers I hod hidden in o secluded port of my wordrobe o few months bock becouse somehow, I knew this doy would come.
The doy when I would grow the nerve to once in my life ond moke my own decision for myself, ond thot doy is todoy.
I was still lost in thought when a sharp pain shot through my heart; it felt like an arrow piercing through me.