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Chapter 8

"Luna-" Lacys familiar voice fills the empty room.

"Oh my god!" She gasps.

I stare at the mirror in utter disgust, anger brewing inside of me as I poke at my flesh. The bruises are long gone, but the weight I'd lost in the past week has taken a huge toll on my body. My skin is paler than usual, far more bones poking through than ever before. Dark circles rim my eyes, thoroughly making me a monstrous sight.

Fact is, I wanted to blame Hardin. He's the reason I'm here, he's the reason I don't sleep, the reason I can't eat. At the same time I didn't have the energy, blaming him is tiring, and it's not like I'm not to blame too.

I refused the food, I stayed awake at night, I didn't converse with the pack or even leave the room. I've been clinging onto my old life, the person I was only last month due to a promise I made to my brother. In the end, that promise is going to kill me, holding on is hurting me more.

I want to keep my promise, I want to be the person my brother expects me to be, but seeing myself in the mirror for the first time in two weeks ... I'm utterly horrified. This is the price for refusing to accept my future.

Who must I pay for that? Why do I have to accept Hardin and his pack?

You don't. My mind whispers, while the old me so very weakly attempts to convince me otherwise. I've listened to my thoughts, I've heard every excuse and argument.

"I'll get the doctor-"

"No." I croak, my throat weak from being silent so long. Wrapping a towel around my bare body, I shield my nudity from Lacy, and myself.

No one is going to save you, Kalli, only you can change your outcome. I tell myself silently.

"If Alpha finds out and I didn't tell him-"

"I can't stand nude before another man, Lacy ... I've been humiliated enough." My voice is a low whisper as I finally turn away from my horrid reflection.

How is she even looking at me right now without wanting to vomit? I couldn't help but wonder, fully aware of my hagged appearance.

"Pack doctors aren't going to judge you, Luna." Lacy says softly, closing the door as she invites herself into the room fully.

My tearful eyes meet the females, and I almost want to break down and cry my heart out to her. Then again I don't see the point, she will always be on her Alphas side, naturally she'll defend his every action. Thinking such things only turns my mood sour, knowing I am utterly alone here, powerless against him and his pack.

"I have to get dressed, do you mind?" I glance at the door behind her,silently hinting for her to leave.

"Of course not, Luna." Lacy gives a small smile, quickly vanishing back out the way she came.

Heading into the closet packed with clothes my size, I pick out an oversized tan hoodie and skinny jeans. Tucking my feet into a pair of warm ankle boots, I leave my hair to hang freely. Even though my clothes are larger than usual on me, I head out of the bedroom with a newfound mind set.

Today I fancy omelette, which is a huge upgrade from my current eating habits. I hadn't realised just how long it has been since I last ate, the hunger had faded after a while so it didn't bother me. But seeing myself, the vulnerability, the pain I'm putting myself through just to keep a promise, it's made a change.

A small step, but it's progress, right?

"Good morning, Luna." The pack greet as I pass them randomly in the hallways, I give the same smile and wave to them all, my mind fully focused on omelettes right now.

Finding a kitchen that isn't being used by the chefs, I route through the pantry until I find all the ingredients I want. Given that I've cooked this multiple times at home for my parents, I have the easy recipe memorised.

For the filling I whip up some bacon, tomatoes, bell pepper and cheese, the smell of my omelette cooking immediately awakes my hunger. This time I felt it, the clenching pain within my stomach, the starvation literally hurting.

Unlike humans, our bodies deal with things differently. I know first hand what it's like to starve, this isn't my first time, but I also know how quickly my body is able to recover. It won't take longer than a month for my body to be fully healthy again, although I admit it takes my mentality a while to heal.

Sliding the omelette onto a plate, I sit the pan in the sink and quickly chow down the hot delicious food. I couldn't help but close my eyes as I bask in the flavour, even when I lived with my parents I don't remember ever eating freshly cooked food, I was allowed the leftovers.

My stomach aches as I eat, even more so when I'm done. Another wolf would eat triple before feeling satisfied, but my stomach is stretched just from one. Still, progress.

With a small smile on my face, I wash the pots I'd used and put them away, feeling strangely calm.

"We have maids for that."

My smile vanished faster than lightning. Placing the last dry fork in the drawer with the rest, I fold the tea towel and turn to face the man that literally seems to haunt me.

"I know." Is all I say, not bothering to argue because it's pointless, and I'm tired.

Hardin glances me over with a slight frown on his tan features, grey eyes almost silver, swirling with silent storms. I'd never get used to his eyes, the way they change with every thought he has, every glance.

"Have you eaten today?" Are the words that he asks, concern laced deep within his rough voice, like he's finally seeing the weight loss.

"I made omelette." I say quietly, glancing elsewhere so I didn't have to keep looking at him.

"The chefs will prepare anything you ask for." He frowns at me.

I give a small shrug. "Anything I want, I can do for myself." I say, not particularly liking the idea of someone waiting on me hand and foot.

"It's their job, Katalayha, they're not forced to cook." Hardin states, as if knowing why I don't wish for them to cook for me.

Hardin still hasn't been in my memories, but I know he's figured out that I basically became an adult the moment I could talk. Cooking, cleaning, I was forced to run a household my entire life, if I didn't my parents would inflict pain on me.

"Do you need something?" I question, staring at my fingernails as if they're suddenly of huge importance.

"The pack mentioned they'd seen you, I thought I'd check in." Hardin states in a calm voice, too calm.

Despite not knowing him, I do know that he doesn't just 'check in' randomly, he knows I'm fine. Yet the second I leave the bedroom, he comes looking for me.

My mark tingles with electricity, a familiar sign of his desire, the darkening stare sending goosebumps through me.

"Don't ... please, I don't want to." I whisper, my eyes widening slightly as I silently plead with him to not do this.

Hardin's familiar stone cold expression softens only for a moment, before he reaches out and grips my throat. His rough fingers force me to look up and meet his hungry eyes.

"You don't?" He mutters to me, his rough voice husky with want.

Gasping, I quickly push against his hand that presses against my centre through my jeans, surprise filling me.

"Hardin!" I hiss, panicking as I glance between him, and the doorway.What if someone comes in? Does he not care about the pack seeing us?

"I want to be right here, inside you, making you mine." Hardin growls softly, his finger pressing harder against the fabric covering my candy land.

Comments (7)
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Lynn
Not liking this book at all it’s not right by my standards it’s a shame too I thought it was gonna be a good book
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jendex23
This is the most depressing book ever. It did help me get my reading time in. I don't enjoy child abuse and marital rape.
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Cynthia Flores
I like it so far
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