Chapter 9

I was shocked when I heard what Derek said.

Had Derek lost his mind? I didn't get it. Why was he still pretending to be a nice man when things had already come to this point?

I wanted to expose his disguise, but he didn't give me the chance.

Before I opened my mouth to speak, Derek had already smiled and walked to me. He reached out and grabbed my chin, squeezing it so hard that I had to open my mouth and exhale in pain.

He was about to pour the glass of hot milk into my mouth with his other hand.

I struggled hard because I saw that the glass of milk was steaming. If I let him get his way, the milk would worsen the wound in my mouth.

I'd choke, if not burnt.

I aimed at his crotch and kicked. He crouched on the ground, holding his manhood, and screamed in pain.

I took the opportunity to run out of the guest room. As I ran, I shouted, "Fiona! Fiona! Where are you?"

Soon, Fiona ran out of her room.

She looked at me in surprise.

I grabbed her arm at once, and my tears streamed down my face.

"Fiona, help me."

"Don't cry, Cynthia. I will help you." Fiona took my hand and brought me to sit down on the sofa.

She gently patted my shoulder to comfort me. Only then did I stop crying.

"Cynthia, be good and stay in the guest room. Stop thinking about divorce. Be with Derek and have a baby," Fiona said with a smile.

My eyes widened and I looked at Fiona's indifferent face in disbelief.

"Fiona, what are you talking about?"

She looked so calm and collected, making me wonder if she didn't just say that.

I brushed her hand away and looked at her in disbelief. "Fiona, Derek's mate is a rogue. He has been cheating on me. He doesn't love me at all. He is a liar!"

Fiona pulled a sullen face, and she said, "I know, of course. Why else would I let Derek marry you? Rogues cannot have babies."

My mind went numb. Looking at her nonchalant expression, I asked one last question, "So, you knew it already. You ganged up with Derek to deceive me?"

She acquiesced to my words and then went out for groceries with her bag as before.

I was still in disbelief after Fiona left. Then Derek walked over and patted my face with his hand.

"She already knew Melinda was my mate, but because Melinda was a rogue, and she-wolves who are rogues cannot bear werewolves' children. So, she suggested I find a she-wolf to have a baby. Why else would I marry you?"

Derek looked at me coldly and brought the glass of milk back. This time, he poured the milk straight into my mouth.

He forced me to drink it, and I had no chance of fighting back at all.

The scalding liquid was poured into my mouth, burning my broken tongue.

A whole glass of milk was poured into my stomach. I retched, but I could not vomit.

"Well, this is more like it. How can you have a healthy baby without eating?"

He glanced coldly at me, who was kneeling on the ground and retching, and then he took the empty glass and walked out, not forgetting to lock the guest room door.

It wasn't until he walked out that I burst into tears. I was as desperate as a bird whose wings had been pulled out, waiting for the moment to fall dead.

Only then did I realize that I had always been used as a tool in this family.

I was so naïve. How could I believe Fiona? Even if she did like me, she was Derek's mother after all. Why would she take my side and help me?

I lay on the bed in the guest room, staring hopelessly at the ceiling.

When Derek returned to the guest room after an hour or so, I hastily sat up in bed and watched him warily.

Looking at the phone in his hand, I realized something in an instant.

I retreated slowly into the corner and looked at him in horror.

"Cynthia, good girl. I see you have thought it through," Derek smiled sinisterly.

I kept cursing him silently. I wanted to shift, but I was horrified to realize that I couldn't.

It must be because of that glass of milk. I knew he had an agenda.

He must have tampered with the milk by putting wolfsbane in it, making me completely vulnerable now.

I figured that I couldn't get away with yelling anyway, so I didn't do anything. Instead, I had been lying in bed to save my strength.

He approached me, making me a bit scared. I huddled in the corner, but he grabbed my hair and dragged me to bed.

I was wrenched due to his violent act. Realizing what he was trying to do, I lost my cool, and I couldn't continue to lie in bed so calmly.

He dragged me to the bed and tore my top apart, revealing my underwear.

I wanted to struggle, but he held my hands with one hand and slapped my face with the other.

He slapped me so hard that I felt dizzy and had no strength to fight back.

"If you move again, I will beat you harder!"

He took off my skirt nimbly.

I closed my eyes in pain and knew that resistance would be futile.

However, he paused and didn't continue.

I had just opened my eyes when he grabbed my hair again and slammed me against the wall.

"I'm so fucking unlucky!"

He gave vent to his anger, calling me names with nasty words and slamming my head against the wall again and again.

Every bit of my strength had long gone, and I felt that my head was in so much pain that it was killing me. The blood ran down my face to my mouth, warm with a fishy smell.

Was I going to be killed by him just like that?

My hands flailed feebly in the air.

"You're lucky."

He threw me to the ground like I was a pile of garbage. Then he walked out of the guest room and shut the door with a bang.

I curled into a ball in pain, clutching my painful head while feeling pain in my lower abdomen.

I realized that I just got my period. No wonder Derek didn't continue.

With a wry smile, I staggered to the edge of the bed, holding my bruised head.

I didn't think Derek would be here for the next few days, which was my best chance to escape.

I tore a strip from the sheet and simply bandaged my head. I planned to find a way to sneak out after my head got better.