Naken, alone and scared

“My ears work perfectly fine while standing up, dear. So what is this? Who is she, and why the heck are your hands around her waist?”

The gorgeous brunette rolled her eyes and motioned towards the sofa on the other side of the table as they both sat down beside each other. I reluctantly sat down, watching Clark the whole time and waiting for an explanation for him to come to me, for him to hold me and kiss me before introducing his cousin or something.

“ Mallory, like you know, I’m not the one taking over the Beta position; that’s Michael. That basically leaves me as just a pack member or Beta backup. “

He spat out, sneering.

I nod at him. I know this. We both always knew of this, and I had never heard that there was any problem with that. This was how our future was supposed to be, how we always discussed it.

Before Clark started to talk again, the brunette got up and disappeared into the kitchen. I thought to give us some privacy.

“We haven’t got any children yet. It seems that’s something you can’t do. It’s supposed to be the simplest thing, but you can’t do that either, can you? So I meet Dahlia, she’s the only child of Alpha Greyson. It was love at first sight; I love her; I love every inch of her and have done so for months. Even do fate has prevented us from seeing each other as much as we craved, she´s already pregnant with my pup. That’s how it’s supposed to be! Compared to you, she is a capable woman! ”

I hadn’t uttered a word, and I wasn’t even sure if I could. I just sat there. I was staring at Clark like he suddenly grew two heads. Tears streamed uncontrollably, and the pain I used to have in my lower abdomen started to grow in my chest. This must be a bad dream! This is not Clark! He loves me; we love each other we always have! Every word he spits out like its venom pierces through me like lighting daggers. The warmth in his voice as he talks about love, love for another woman, and their child makes my stomach turn.

“Drink this, darling. It would help your nerves. ”

I didn’t think anything of it. The brunette served me a hot cup of tea; maybe she felt bad? Perhaps she wasn’t as evil as Clarks sounded?

I just took a sip, hoping to clear my throat. It was so tight and dry, so I took a big sip hoping it would help me say something to make him realize his mistake, but he just kept talking.

“I never really loved you, you know? First, you just were the hot babe in school. I needed to have you to make the rest jealous, but you turned out to be my mate. Go figure! So I didn’t have any choice in this now, did I? So now I’m making my choice. I’m a dominant male and taking control of my destiny. Making my future something I could be proud of, and you can’t be part of that, Mallory. You never could.”

My vision was starting to get blurry. Clouded dots grew in my ears,

making it hard to hear him. Breathing and swallowing suddenly took so much effort. The only thing I didn’t struggle with was crying without a sound. My heart split into tiny pieces. My wolf howled in pain. Was this heartbreak? Is this even real? Would I die of a broken heart?

“ I think she’s ready.”

The brunette stood up, smiling at me, but I was having trouble seeing her. Squinting my eyes, trying to focus, but she just slipped away in a traitorous fog, like a demon. My wicked angel of death.

“Don’t worry, Mallory, my dear. This will be over before you know it, but as you know, it’s not easy to break a mating bond after we marked each other. This will break our bond, but also, this way, I can climb the ranks. I can still be an Alpha this way, still with the pack members’ respect. Take pride and happiness in knowing you can finally make me happy; because of you, this puppy will be loved and cared for by a real mother.”

Drugged, they must have drugged me. I looked at the cup in front of me, and I barely noticed the door behind me opening and the disgusting smell of rogues filling my living room. The bites, their laughter, and their disgusting touches will forever haunt me in the afterlife.

I wish I had just died that day, but no such luck. It was just the beginning of my burning road slowly closing in on hell`s gates. Every day I watched my death edging closer, with no way of stopping.

I woke up in the darkness, cold and hurting all over. Naked, scared, and alone. I spent the first night sitting in the corner of an animal cage, holding around my knees, rocking back and forth, and crying, sobbing, and screaming. They all blended. But nobody came.

The next they, when someone finally showed up, I wished they never did. The same disgusting Rogues from the night before laughed while they used a water hose to wash me clean, as they called it. It was so cold that it felt like the water had burned my skin. That became my daily morning routine, and after the first week, I stopped crying; after the second week, I didn’t even flinch; I resigned. My body and mind shut down; all I dreamt of was dying. My wolf stopped whimpering; we could not shift anyway because of the silver collar; she could barely help me heal from time to time. Every day she became weaker, her quiet periods grew, and I could no longer feel her in the end. I never blamed her for leaving me; she used all her strength to heal herself and me until the day there was nothing more left.

The cellar I spent my last months was dark and cold, and the floor was always moist or wet.

I was beaten, starved, and left isolated. But I always got enough water and food to stay alive.

Every day I woke up praying to the moon goddess. This was the last time I woke up. Day after day, it turned to weeks and then months. This closed hell hole had no God, goodness, or salvation.

After the second week, I was considered obedient enough to be lent out.

Old, young, fat, skinny, violent, sadistic, and grotesque, the men came in all shapes and forms, and the result was always the same. Raped, hit, forced, humiliated, I stopped caring. I stopped feeling, became an empty shell, and didn’t react to anything. Not their insults, their torture, touch or punishments.