CHAPTER TWO.

( AUTHOR'S POV )

"Denver?" Claude whispered in fear. She had come to see Denver as her own nemesis.

"Let's go." His command was short and emotionless, however, it was sufficient enough to ignite a chilly feeling around Claude's heart.

"Alright. See you next time, Victoria ." Claude got up slowly and walked out of the room, without taking another glance at her friend.

Once outside, Denver dragged her hand and furiously led her down the stairs.

He didn't even acknowledge her parent's goodbyes and angrily dragged her over to the car.

"Let me go, Denver. You are hurting me." Claude whispered.

Without acknowledging her words, he pushed her into the car and shut the door shut.

Claude decided to remain silent on the drive home. Taking a sharp glance at Denver, and nervously clasped her hands, and placed them on her knees.

She knew he was already in a foul mood, and another word from her would further fan the flames.

She turned her gaze away from the front view of the car and turned it towards the window.

"Can you wind down the glass?" She nervously questioned.

He didn't respond, making Claude think he didn't hear her.

Her lips parted to speak again when the glass beside her began winding down.

She sighed as the cool breeze crossed her face, and played with her hair.

She stretched her hands and enjoyed the feeling of the breeze on her fingers.

The sensation almost made her forget the woes which she was going to meet at home.

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THE BLOOD MOON PACK.

Denver breezed out of the car, and a nervous Claude sauntered behind him.

Once inside the castle, he turned and threw a slap across her cheeks.

Her tears flowed fast, and she apologized without even knowing the cause of his anger.

"I'm sorry, Denver. I'm sorry." She kept muttering as she bent her head down.

"You should show that I was being magnanimous, by allowing you to visit your parents! You are nothing but a prisoner to me!" He thundered harshly, making her flinch.

She cowered, and her body began shaking uncontrollably.

"Well, it seems I'm distressing myself over an insignificant matter. Get your useless self over to the basement!" He ordered and headed upstairs.

She nodded at his departing figure and headed down the corridor.

She got to a brownish door, and pushed it open, her tears blurring her vision.

The door opened, revealing a flight of steps, and she headed downstairs.

..........

The basement and her room were dark as she walked into it.

She looked around and scoffed in self derision.

For the daughter and mate to an Alpha to be sleeping in a basement, was quite a pity.

She dragged her feet which to her felt like lead at that moment, to her hard bed, and plopped down on it.

The room was still dark and it was making her uncomfortable, however, she knew there was nothing she could do.

Denver had denied her the luxury of owning a flashlight, making sure she didn't have any luxury at all, even!

She shivered when she heard the door to the basement open.

Dear goddess, not now.

A figure approached her, in calm strides, and stopped right in front of her.

"Are you ready to confess who owns your pregnancy, Claude?" Denver Questioned emotionlessly.

She remained silent and kept her head bowed.

"Have you gone deaf?!!" His yell almost made her fall from the bed.

"I've already said all there is. You are the father of my child." She said softly.

In a rage, he raised his hands, and she instinctively placed her hands across her cheeks to minimize the effect of the slap which was about to land on her cheek.

"I will ask you for the last time, Claude, who the fuck is the father of that bastard!" He thundered.

"Bastard? You dare refer to your flesh and blood as a bastard?" Claude whispered.

Her next words were interrupted by his sudden assault on her body. He angrily pushed her back on the bed and tore off her clothes.

Claude whimpered as she knew what was going to happen. He was going to have his way with her, against her wish, yet again.

The sound of ripping clothes sounded in the room, and the unbuckling of a belt followed.

Without warning, he thrust into her hole, and she yelled in pain.

He didn't even wait for her to adjust to the feel of him in her, and he began thrusting in and out of her core.

The mattress shook under the weight of the two adults on it.

"Now, fucking tell me, who the fucking father of that child is!" Denver panted as he thrust into her.

On her part, Claude grabbed at the almost torn sheets, and pressed down her teeth on them, to prevent her from yelling loudly.

He continued banging her without mercy until she slumped.

He pulled out and stood to his full height with a murderous look on his face.

He sneered at the sight of the undried tears which stained her cheeks and angrily headed back upstairs.

...........

An hour later, Claude's eyes opened slowly. She remained stationary, as she tried to figure out where she was.

Oh... She fell unconscious.

Recalling Denver's inhumane attitude towards her, the tears continued pouring down her cheeks.

Ever since he concluded that her child wasn't his, he always raped her on daily basis, as punishment.

Her legs pressed down on each other, and she hissed in pain.

Her body felt sore, and it was all it took not to break down in fresh tears.

Wasn't there any way she could convince Denver that she didn't and could never cheat on him?

The current Denver seemed like a total stranger to her. He was definitely not the Denver she had grown up with.

The current Denver was an inhumane being who didn't even care about her well-being at all.

She took a glance at the bruises on her body, which were truly inflicted by hers, and her sobs increased.