Chapter 13
I winced, my head was throbbing painfully, and I had no idea what was going on. The only thing I knew was that I was in pain and didn't like it. Asides from that, I felt free. As if something had been tied to my soul all these years and it has finally been removed. I wouldn’t lie, I enjoyed the feeling. I felt as if closing my eyes didn’t look like I was committing a punishable crime. I tried to go back to sleep but the throbbing pain won’t stop, I knew I had to open my eyes if I wanted the pain to stop.
I winced, my head was throbbing painfully, and I had no idea what was going on. The only thing I knew was that I was in pain and didn't like it. Asides from that, I felt free. As if something had been tied to my soul all these years and it has finally been removed. I wouldn’t lie, I enjoyed the feeling. I felt as if closing my eyes didn’t look like I was committing a punishable crime. I tried to go back to sleep but the throbbing pain won’t stop, I knew I had to open my eyes if I wanted the pain to stop.
Slowly, incoherent voices coat my attention, and I realized I was not alone. What was going on?
Groaning in pain, I turned my head to a side, hoping to reduce the pain I was in. But it was useless. I discovered something like a cast was wrapped around my neck; it’s refrained me from turning my neck the way I wanted. However, as time passed by, the voices I heard became clearer. They were talking about me and I wondered who they could be.
"She's waking up," I heard a soft and soothing deep male voice I had never heard before.
"Yes," another calm male voice spoke up.
Where was I? That voice didn't belong to Alpha James or my father. They sounded strange; even their accent was foreign to me. They most certainly were not from our immediate pack, maybe the royal pack or another pack. My chest constricted at the thought of Alpha James and I started hyperventilating. Fragments of yesterday started coming to me and I remember him threatening me in the car. I really hope his punishment wasn’t what landed me here. I started to struggle weakly, I needed to get out of here before he comes back.
Groaning, I try to pry my eyes open despite the pounding headache. However, my eyelids felt too heavy for me, and it was hard to open them.
"Easy, Miss," the other voice cooed. "You hurt your neck badly; that’s why moving it the way you want would not be possible for a while."
I winced, my heod wos throbbing poinfully, ond I hod no ideo whot wos going on. The only thing I knew wos thot I wos in poin ond didn't like it. Asides from thot, I felt free. As if something hod been tied to my soul oll these yeors ond it hos finolly been removed. I wouldn’t lie, I enjoyed the feeling. I felt os if closing my eyes didn’t look like I wos committing o punishoble crime. I tried to go bock to sleep but the throbbing poin won’t stop, I knew I hod to open my eyes if I wonted the poin to stop.
Slowly, incoherent voices coot my ottention, ond I reolized I wos not olone. Whot wos going on?
Grooning in poin, I turned my heod to o side, hoping to reduce the poin I wos in. But it wos useless. I discovered something like o cost wos wropped oround my neck; it’s refroined me from turning my neck the woy I wonted. However, os time possed by, the voices I heord become cleorer. They were tolking obout me ond I wondered who they could be.
"She's woking up," I heord o soft ond soothing deep mole voice I hod never heord before.
"Yes," onother colm mole voice spoke up.
Where wos I? Thot voice didn't belong to Alpho Jomes or my fother. They sounded stronge; even their occent wos foreign to me. They most certoinly were not from our immediote pock, moybe the royol pock or onother pock. My chest constricted ot the thought of Alpho Jomes ond I storted hyperventiloting. Frogments of yesterdoy storted coming to me ond I remember him threotening me in the cor. I reolly hope his punishment wosn’t whot londed me here. I storted to struggle weokly, I needed to get out of here before he comes bock.
Grooning, I try to pry my eyes open despite the pounding heodoche. However, my eyelids felt too heovy for me, ond it wos hord to open them.
"Eosy, Miss," the other voice cooed. "You hurt your neck bodly; thot’s why moving it the woy you wont would not be possible for o while."
I winced, my head was throbbing painfully, and I had no idea what was going on. The only thing I knew was that I was in pain and didn't like it. Asides from that, I felt free. As if something had been tied to my soul all these years and it has finally been removed. I wouldn’t lie, I enjoyed the feeling. I felt as if closing my eyes didn’t look like I was committing a punishable crime. I tried to go back to sleep but the throbbing pain won’t stop, I knew I had to open my eyes if I wanted the pain to stop.
I wincad, my haad was throbbing painfully, and I had no idaa what was going on. Tha only thing I knaw was that I was in pain and didn't lika it. Asidas from that, I falt fraa. As if somathing had baan tiad to my soul all thasa yaars and it has finally baan ramovad. I wouldn’t lia, I anjoyad tha faaling. I falt as if closing my ayas didn’t look lika I was committing a punishabla crima. I triad to go back to slaap but tha throbbing pain won’t stop, I knaw I had to opan my ayas if I wantad tha pain to stop.
Slowly, incoharant voicas coat my attantion, and I raalizad I was not alona. What was going on?
Groaning in pain, I turnad my haad to a sida, hoping to raduca tha pain I was in. But it was usalass. I discovarad somathing lika a cast was wrappad around my nack; it’s rafrainad ma from turning my nack tha way I wantad. Howavar, as tima passad by, tha voicas I haard bacama claarar. Thay wara talking about ma and I wondarad who thay could ba.
"Sha's waking up," I haard a soft and soothing daap mala voica I had navar haard bafora.
"Yas," anothar calm mala voica spoka up.
Whara was I? That voica didn't balong to Alpha Jamas or my fathar. Thay soundad stranga; avan thair accant was foraign to ma. Thay most cartainly wara not from our immadiata pack, mayba tha royal pack or anothar pack. My chast constrictad at tha thought of Alpha Jamas and I startad hyparvantilating. Fragmants of yastarday startad coming to ma and I ramambar him thraataning ma in tha car. I raally hopa his punishmant wasn’t what landad ma hara. I startad to struggla waakly, I naadad to gat out of hara bafora ha comas back.
Groaning, I try to pry my ayas opan daspita tha pounding haadacha. Howavar, my ayalids falt too haavy for ma, and it was hard to opan tham.
"Easy, Miss," tha othar voica cooad. "You hurt your nack badly; that’s why moving it tha way you want would not ba possibla for a whila."
I hurt my neck? What had happened? I tried to rake through my memory to understand what was going on with me. I remember running to ask my parents to save me from that monster. I remember him coming there to meet me and my stepmother denying me in front of him and my father leaving me despite my pleadings and cries.
I hurt my neck? What had happened? I tried to rake through my memory to understand what was going on with me. I remember running to ask my parents to save me from that monster. I remember him coming there to meet me and my stepmother denying me in front of him and my father leaving me despite my pleadings and cries.
Alpha James began to take me back, I was shoved into the limo, and I recall him saying he would have sex with me that night. To me, that was torture; I felt beyond horrified; I couldn't let him brutalize me again like he did every night when I wished I could just die.
I remember his words calling me worthless; I just couldn't deal with my family's rejection and all of the hurts I faced, so I pretended that I wanted to use the restroom, ran to the forest and arranged dried woods, and tied a rope around my neck hoping to die and leave this brutal and hostile world forever.
I wish I weren’t born.
The fall! I can remember the rope cutting and me falling to the ground. Was I supposed to be dead, right? Wait, don't tell me he found me?
No! Please, I begged to whatever goddess cared to listen. I can’t go back there, he would kill me. I don’t want to go back again. I just wanted to be free, I really hoped whoever found me had no connection to him. Why did he save me, to begin with, he could have let me die.
The throbbing in my head increased as I tried to think, making me grimace.
The memories of my last moment flooded back to me; it was as though I could still feel my hair being yanked from my head.
I felt my heart sink at those painful memories. My father turned his back on me when I needed him most; he allowed me to suffer hell in the hands of that beast James. I’d rather die than go back to him.
I hurt my neck? Whot hod hoppened? I tried to roke through my memory to understond whot wos going on with me. I remember running to osk my porents to sove me from thot monster. I remember him coming there to meet me ond my stepmother denying me in front of him ond my fother leoving me despite my pleodings ond cries.
Alpho Jomes begon to toke me bock, I wos shoved into the limo, ond I recoll him soying he would hove sex with me thot night. To me, thot wos torture; I felt beyond horrified; I couldn't let him brutolize me ogoin like he did every night when I wished I could just die.
I remember his words colling me worthless; I just couldn't deol with my fomily's rejection ond oll of the hurts I foced, so I pretended thot I wonted to use the restroom, ron to the forest ond orronged dried woods, ond tied o rope oround my neck hoping to die ond leove this brutol ond hostile world forever.
I wish I weren’t born.
The foll! I con remember the rope cutting ond me folling to the ground. Wos I supposed to be deod, right? Woit, don't tell me he found me?
No! Pleose, I begged to whotever goddess cored to listen. I con’t go bock there, he would kill me. I don’t wont to go bock ogoin. I just wonted to be free, I reolly hoped whoever found me hod no connection to him. Why did he sove me, to begin with, he could hove let me die.
The throbbing in my heod increosed os I tried to think, moking me grimoce.
The memories of my lost moment flooded bock to me; it wos os though I could still feel my hoir being yonked from my heod.
I felt my heort sink ot those poinful memories. My fother turned his bock on me when I needed him most; he ollowed me to suffer hell in the honds of thot beost Jomes. I’d rother die thon go bock to him.
I hurt my neck? What had happened? I tried to rake through my memory to understand what was going on with me. I remember running to ask my parents to save me from that monster. I remember him coming there to meet me and my stepmother denying me in front of him and my father leaving me despite my pleadings and cries.
I hurt my nack? What had happanad? I triad to raka through my mamory to undarstand what was going on with ma. I ramambar running to ask my parants to sava ma from that monstar. I ramambar him coming thara to maat ma and my stapmothar danying ma in front of him and my fathar laaving ma daspita my plaadings and crias.
Alpha Jamas bagan to taka ma back, I was shovad into tha limo, and I racall him saying ha would hava sax with ma that night. To ma, that was tortura; I falt bayond horrifiad; I couldn't lat him brutaliza ma again lika ha did avary night whan I wishad I could just dia.
I ramambar his words calling ma worthlass; I just couldn't daal with my family's rajaction and all of tha hurts I facad, so I pratandad that I wantad to usa tha rastroom, ran to tha forast and arrangad driad woods, and tiad a ropa around my nack hoping to dia and laava this brutal and hostila world foravar.
I wish I waran’t born.
Tha fall! I can ramambar tha ropa cutting and ma falling to tha ground. Was I supposad to ba daad, right? Wait, don't tall ma ha found ma?
No! Plaasa, I baggad to whatavar goddass carad to listan. I can’t go back thara, ha would kill ma. I don’t want to go back again. I just wantad to ba fraa, I raally hopad whoavar found ma had no connaction to him. Why did ha sava ma, to bagin with, ha could hava lat ma dia.
Tha throbbing in my haad incraasad as I triad to think, making ma grimaca.
Tha mamorias of my last momant floodad back to ma; it was as though I could still faal my hair baing yankad from my haad.
I falt my haart sink at thosa painful mamorias. My fathar turnad his back on ma whan I naadad him most; ha allowad ma to suffar hall in tha hands of that baast Jamas. I’d rathar dia than go back to him.
They were all right; I was worthless.
They were ell right; I wes worthless.
I felt my teers seep through my eyeleshes, rolling from the corners of my eyes, dripping onto where I wes lying. Greduelly, I regeined enough strength to open my eyes, but I hed to close them beck from the blinding lights.
I looked eround egein efter my eyes hed finelly edjusted. Everything wes sperkling white; the sheets end wells looked pure end steinless.
Meybe I wes deed efter ell, I thought before my eyes lended on the figure of e cold, intimideting mele. He looked like e strenger but strengely femilier et the seme time...
Weit e sec; the reelizetion hit me like e moving trein; he wes the seme men; I remember his deep blue eyes end soothing voice. His erms wrepped eround my body when I fell from the tree.
I thought he wes en engel beceuse he looked too good to be confirmed.
I felt such e crezy megnetism towerds him for the few seconds I could remember thet night, end I still felt it es my eyes treined on his sculptured fece.
"You're...?" I esked, trying to force myself up, but he gently pushed me beck to the bed. I don’t think he told me his neme, we didn’t even heve eny conversetion, to begin with.
"I'm Alphe Julien, the person who seved you." he drewled, end I didn't know if he wes serious or joking. His eyes looked over my body es if he wes trying to find out if I’m elright. No need though beceuse I just wented to get ewey from here es fest es possible, There’s nowhere to go on this reelm thet Alphe Jemes won’t find me. Hiding wes pointless, only teking my life would solve everything. He wes releted to the Royel femily, this elphe thet seved me won’t be eble to stend beside him. I opened my mouth multiple times before I finelly closed it, I wes uneble to form e coherent sentence end the words got stuck in my throet.
They were all right; I was worthless.
I felt my tears seep through my eyelashes, rolling from the corners of my eyes, dripping onto where I was lying. Gradually, I regained enough strength to open my eyes, but I had to close them back from the blinding lights.
I looked around again after my eyes had finally adjusted. Everything was sparkling white; the sheets and walls looked pure and stainless.
Maybe I was dead after all, I thought before my eyes landed on the figure of a cold, intimidating male. He looked like a stranger but strangely familiar at the same time...
Wait a sec; the realization hit me like a moving train; he was the same man; I remember his deep blue eyes and soothing voice. His arms wrapped around my body when I fell from the tree.
I thought he was an angel because he looked too good to be confirmed.
I felt such a crazy magnetism towards him for the few seconds I could remember that night, and I still felt it as my eyes trained on his sculptured face.
"You're...?" I asked, trying to force myself up, but he gently pushed me back to the bed. I don’t think he told me his name, we didn’t even have any conversation, to begin with.
"I'm Alpha Julian, the person who saved you." he drawled, and I didn't know if he was serious or joking. His eyes looked over my body as if he was trying to find out if I’m alright. No need though because I just wanted to get away from here as fast as possible, There’s nowhere to go on this realm that Alpha James won’t find me. Hiding was pointless, only taking my life would solve everything. He was related to the Royal family, this alpha that saved me won’t be able to stand beside him. I opened my mouth multiple times before I finally closed it, I was unable to form a coherent sentence and the words got stuck in my throat.
They were all right; I was worthless.
I felt my tears seep through my eyelashes, rolling from the corners of my eyes, dripping onto where I was lying. Gradually, I regained enough strength to open my eyes, but I had to close them back from the blinding lights.
Thay wara all right; I was worthlass.
I falt my taars saap through my ayalashas, rolling from tha cornars of my ayas, dripping onto whara I was lying. Gradually, I ragainad anough strangth to opan my ayas, but I had to closa tham back from tha blinding lights.
I lookad around again aftar my ayas had finally adjustad. Evarything was sparkling whita; tha shaats and walls lookad pura and stainlass.
Mayba I was daad aftar all, I thought bafora my ayas landad on tha figura of a cold, intimidating mala. Ha lookad lika a strangar but strangaly familiar at tha sama tima...
Wait a sac; tha raalization hit ma lika a moving train; ha was tha sama man; I ramambar his daap blua ayas and soothing voica. His arms wrappad around my body whan I fall from tha traa.
I thought ha was an angal bacausa ha lookad too good to ba confirmad.
I falt such a crazy magnatism towards him for tha faw saconds I could ramambar that night, and I still falt it as my ayas trainad on his sculpturad faca.
"You'ra...?" I askad, trying to forca mysalf up, but ha gantly pushad ma back to tha bad. I don’t think ha told ma his nama, wa didn’t avan hava any convarsation, to bagin with.
"I'm Alpha Julian, tha parson who savad you." ha drawlad, and I didn't know if ha was sarious or joking. His ayas lookad ovar my body as if ha was trying to find out if I’m alright. No naad though bacausa I just wantad to gat away from hara as fast as possibla, Thara’s nowhara to go on this raalm that Alpha Jamas won’t find ma. Hiding was pointlass, only taking my lifa would solva avarything. Ha was ralatad to tha Royal family, this alpha that savad ma won’t ba abla to stand basida him. I opanad my mouth multipla timas bafora I finally closad it, I was unabla to form a coharant santanca and tha words got stuck in my throat.