3. Abusive mate

 3. Abusive mate

Kathrine's POV

"Stop crying, Opal. It's of no use. Not that I blame you for anything." I told her, my heart growing stiff with her deflating emotions. 

'I... I try, Kat. B-but dad and his anger. I don't want to die.' She said. 

Mine is the first case where the wolf was melting into tears of helplessness while I was assuring her of a good future. It's really not her fault though. Opal was never allowed to come out. She hasn't seen the world, much less understand how the elements and rules of nature work. 

She's been inside me. Heard through my ears. Seen through my eyes. In fact, it was I who told what our fate was going to be after our twenty-first birthday. 

"Ssh, you're making my pain worse." I whispered, bleakly attempting to calm her down. 

But even if she doesn't, I wouldn't be surprised. It is her right to mourn and feel pathetic. That's how I feel when I think about all the years I have survived in my so-called Alpha father's wearing out mansion. 

Storm Riders Pack based in Yakima, Washington has forever been a small and less populated pack. No one wants to migrate here, knowing the Alpha is boneless and has no strength to protect himself let alone his people. 

That being said, I was put up as an offer for a payment for a debt he harvested after losing in gambling.

Besides a mansion inherited from his late father, Alpha Lincoln, my father had nothing to offer. It was either money or a possession that was dearer to heart more than life or life itself that was demanded. 

The tyrant owner of the casino, Israel Babbiani, swore to settle for nothing less than money or something of money's worth when a person lost everything and anything he put up into gambling in his casinos. When he was informed that the Alpha of Storm Rider's Pack had no money to offer, and that he was hoping to quietly evaporate into mystic fog with his family, Israel Babbiani decided to catch him red handed. 

So Eighteen years ago, that night when the sky was starless and the air warm during summer, he barged into our house with his dozen guards and dragged dad near his feet. He pulled a gun to his head and sought to kill him until dad offered me to him. 

His daughter, only 3 years old, at that time. 

But I was too young, and no matter what, Babbiani said he wouldn't take me as a payment. He was too busy to raise a little brat and spend more money on me before I was able to pay back for all the privileges I enjoyed. 

Oh no, don't take it for his kindness. 

Because Israel Babbiani agreed with my father that he wouldn't claim me until I was older and mature. Therefore, it was decided he would come to acquire me when I turned twenty one.

Till then my father would water his daughter as a penalty, and make me grow into a beautiful thing until my twenty first birthday. 

Ever since then my struggle for survival began. I grew up in my  house with two guards breathing up my neck. Home schooled, and kept away from boys to keep what is already sold safe-- my virginity.

They tried to teach me discipline and manners as a slave was expected to behave around her master too. But you see, that's the hardest part that I can't learn. 

I sighed as I tried to push those thoughts back to the darker corner of my mind. The more I think about it, the more I despise my father for committing mistakes he couldn't resolve on his own. 

"Okay Opal, tell me what would you do when we got out of here?" I asked, distracting myself from the aggravating thoughts. 

She cooed, 'That is only if we are able to get out.' 

"You should support me with my determination, not this." It never helped with her being so hopeless. 

I was thinking of another question. One that would really uplift her mood and make her talk to me. However, the door to my ward was pushed with a mighty force and sauntered in the guy neither I nor Opal was willing to see at the moment. 

"There there look at the damaged Kat with her sharp claws trimmed down." I looked away for his sight was pumping something venomous to the surface within me. 

The shameless whoremonger mounted the stool and put his elbows by the edge of the bed. His chin rested in his palms as he leaned in with a small pitiful sigh coming to burst on his awfully swollen and burst open lips. 

"This wouldn't have happened if you let me eat your pussy you know. You just have to be quiet and get in on the act with me." I swung my head before his fingers touched my shoulder and sank my teeth in his fingers. 

The sound was legit horrifying. He pulled his hand away with a loud cry. Yuck. His blood was in my mouth and the taste got me throwing up. 

"I won't spare you now, slut!" Asher rumbled. 

He pressed my face in the pillow and punched me with the fist made of bitten fingers in the ribs. 

Crack. I heard after his first punch. The sound was doubled when he connected another with my ribs. By then I was bare of my strength and could only lie under his hold as he punched me several times again. 

"The beating from your father wasn't enough, was it? Little wench. Is it too much to be docile? I'll teach you what your mother couldn't." He went below to throw some blows between my legs and under my thighs. 

The pain filled every nerve in my body, running along with my blood. I could no longer feel alive. The pain was all-consuming and anesthetizing. 

Dear moon goddess, I desire nothing more than peace. Please, consume my soul, reduce my body to shreds. Do whatever you want but end this forever. 

And if you can't, bestow me with love and care for this pain is too much to bear.

Tbc...