Health Condition

SCARLETT

For the past twenty one years of my life, I’d always wanted a mate and now that I’ve found him, I couldn’t be happier.

“What’s that stupid smile doing on your face?” My stepdad came out from the kitchen, holding an ice pack to his nose. That guy had really done a good one on his nose. It was bleeding when we left but stopped shortly after and now was swollen, the bridge of the nose was red and bruised.

I quickly pokered my face and straightened up. “How’s your nose?”

“That stupid boy! I’ll deal with him but that will be later. I’m not here for him anyways.” He paced the small space of the living room he’d brought me to stay with him.

I know I’m old enough to get my own place but there were things in life that was bigger than me. A lot of reasons and secrets that had me tied to him. Also, he provided well enough for us both especially after the disappearance of my mother ten years ago.

I kept mute and watched him pace angrily still.

“They all look like one big happy family.” He vented. “How could she forget me so fast?! Just because he’s an Alpha and has the fucking money!” He swore.

“All those boys. Elizabeth thinks they will protect her from me.” He scoffed.

I didn’t say anything, just kept observing him as he went on and about, wearing the carpet out with his hard pacing. Suddenly he stopped and turned to me, my heart skipped a beat. “And you, do not get any ideas.”

“On what?” I asked, wondering how and what I had done wrong to be strung along with that family he was obviously angry at.

“On that mate bond you have with that boy.” He warned.

“But he’s my mate. I’m going to have to find him someday.” Why was he about to do this to me?

He ate the carpet in long strides, reaching where I was sitting and lowered his head to be on level with mine.

He gaze into my eyes, making my chest pounding within and nerves knotted. “You will not see that boy anymore, you hear me?!”

“He’s my mate.” I argued, trying to make my voice came out strong and not as weak as it was sounding.

“I don’t care. If I see you with him, I’ll deal with you.” His wicked green eyes pierced into my own hazel-colored orbs.

I gulped. “This is unfair. Please, I beg you. Don’t do this to me. I can’t afford to miss my mate.”

“Why? Because he’s an Alpha prince with daddy’s big, fat checkbook?”

“N-no.” He was scaring me but if I couldn’t talk now, I would miss my mate. “I don’t care about his wealth. The bond is really important to me.”

The words were barely out of my mouth when his hand swiped hard across my face.

He raised himself and began to unbuckle his belt. “What did you say?”

I held my stinging cheek, tears already filled my eyes and running down my face. “No, please. I beg you.”

“Will you reject him?” He slid the belt off his pants, his eyes red and mean.

I scrambled away from the small sofa and made to escape from his presence but he easily caught and pushed me back to the sofa.

The sound of the belt hitting my skin had me screaming my lungs out. “No, please!”

“Will you reject him?!” He hit me again.

I didn’t want to reply him. I knew it would break me to reject the mate bond I had with that guy. I didn’t even know his name.

“Answer me!” He hit me again.

I curled up on the floor, bawling my eyes out. As an Omega wolf, I had no strength and no power. Omegas were usually the last in the werewolf community. We were usually overlooked, disrespected, bullied and insulted by many. Mine was the worst because of my history.

I never thought I would be blessed by the Moon Goddess with a mate and now that I was, he wanted me to reject the bond. “No, please, I can’t. Please don’t make me.” I pleaded amidst the belt slapping viciously against my flesh.

I coughed and my chest heaved. I couldn’t breathe due to the much cry. “I…” I was wheezing. “I…”

I held my chest, trying to talk but could only make gestures.

He got the sign immediately. “Fuck!” He stopped hitting me and ran into my room to get me my inhaler. He joined me on the floor and cradled me in his arms. “Here, take. So sorry baby. Here, suck it in.”

He pressed the pump into my mouth twice. I felt relieved but extremely weak. I lay in his laps, hiccuping and shuddering.

“Stop making me hit you.” His tone had gone gentle. “You know your health condition.” He tucked strands of hair that had strayed to my face behind my ear.

“P-please, d-don’t m-make m-me.” I hiccuped, more tears falling.

“No, I don’t want you mingling with them. Hm. Am I not enough for you?” He turned my tear-streaked face so I was looking into his eyes.

“B-but…”

He placed an index over my mouth. “Shh. Don’t stress yourself. Be calm and relax.” His hand travelled over to my butt and squeezed, I said nothing, turning my face away from his.

“Does your chest still hurt?” He inquired.

I shook my head. “No.”

“Good girl, come on up. Raise yourself to a sitting position.” He helped me sit up.

Then he caressed my cheek. “You do know you’re beautiful, right?”

I nodded because I was expected to agree. “Yes.” But my lashes were lowered.

He propped my chin with two of his fingers so I could look into his eyes. “I like to admire you, is that so wrong?”

“No.” I shook my head, agreeing because I was expected to.

“Look at me.” He urged gently.

Fearfully, I met his gaze. He smiled. “I want you to reject that mate bond and I promise to get you anything you want.”

So saying, he lowered his face and kissed me on the mouth.