Mr Alpha, I came back to love you

Amelies’ POV Bad dreams.I couldn't keep count anymore. Maybe fifteen, twenty or twenty-five, I didn't know. But the one thing I knew for sure was that they always accompany my sleep.And today isn't an exception either. My breath became normal and my heart-beat seemed to be steady as I ground my ass on the bed. But my neck is something else. I rubbed with my palm to relieve the pain. And I always feel like this whenever I wake up, my neck sending pains through the rest of the entire body. Like I was strangled in a bad dream. Again, as expected, he is nowhere to be found. His side of the bed is untouched. Nobody ever laid on it. Artemis is the name of the man I'm talking about but his employees called him boss. But most importantly, he is the man I called husband even though he no longer deserves that title. And I have no choice but to call him husband because I was worth more in being married to him, than being enslaved to my adopted parents. Things weren't like this. At least n

Amelies’ POV So many things have happened to me since I breathed my first breath. I've been a slave, did the dishes and mop the floors. My entire life…well, you would be right to call it miserable. I've been through hell and misery but I've never been tortured. You may say hell is a form of torture but I've never been subjected to a chair and have volts of current pass through my body. Yes, that's what I meant by torture. And that's what happened three weeks ago. I screamed the whole time as I kept receiving volts of electric current to my body. My face wasn't left out. The thick palm did a pretty good job on my lips and cheeks. The fist was hard and terrible. I screamed but it wouldn't stop until they got what they wanted. My ears kept picking the words Who the hell are youWhat's your real name While I remembered my name to be Amelie in the midst of pain—I didn't know of any other name again—I knew nothing about the other question. All I knew was that I'm married to Artemis,

Amelies’ pov “Amelie Amelie” My name rang out from a distance but the voice, I've heard it before. It's a familiar voice. My feet sauntered down a slope but I couldn't see a damn thing. Thanks to the thick cloud that made my sight blurry. “Amelie Amelie,” The voice rang out again but still, no sign of anybody. I could feel my body descending down hill as I continued to saunter. The clouds were thicker at this end and I swung my hand every few seconds to clear the path. “Mom, is that you?” I recognized her shrill voice earlier and with the tall figure standing from the distance, I knew she was the one even though I hadn't seen her face. But she confirmed my doubts when she spread her arms open. Just like old times. I found myself wrapped in her arms for a few seconds and dad appeared from behind. But wait. My parents are dead, how the hell am I seeing them. “Mom, what's happening? How am I here?” My mom bore a smile on her face. “Not yet Amelie. Not yet. You have to go. Athen