Chapter-3 Abigail

I ran my fingertips over a tube of bold red lipstick before applying it to my lips, gazing intently at myself in the mirror. The vivid hue stood out starkly against my pale complexion.

My red hair cascaded down to my shoulders in loose curls, framing my face. My dull blue eyes reflected back at me from the mirror with no sign of life or feeling. A smattering of freckles dotted my nose and cheeks, uninvitedly adding some color to my otherwise drab tone.

I wasn't the fiery redhead that often portrayed us to be. No, I was far from it. Instead, I carried myself with cold indifference, my demeanor aloof and unfeeling. As Alpha Roy would call it 'As cold as the moon.'

The mirror reflected my true nature - a stark contradiction to the stereotype that came with my fiery locks. But I didn't let it bother me. After all, appearances could be deceiving. And this one was no exception.

"Well, well, look who decided to get dressed up today."

I kept my expression neutral as I capped the lipstick and set it down on the countertop. "Just getting ready for the festival, Alpha."

Roy stepped closer, leaning against the sink counter. His eyes raked over me once more, taking in every detail. "You never go to such lengths for me."

He hated that a lowly omega like me acted like he didn't exist in my world until he forced his way in.

"This isn't about you," I met his gaze in the mirror.

"Is that so?" he sneered, stepping closer still. "Then explain to me why you've spent hours primping and preening yourself for this insignificant festival? Who're you trying to seduce, huh?"

"No one."

"Liar!" Roy snarled, grabbing my arm roughly. "Don't play games with me, Omega. I see right through you."

I winced at his brute grip, "You're being paranoid."

"Shut up or you'll regret it." He growled, breath hot on my face as he bared his teeth.

I refused to meet Roy's gaze, keeping my eyes on the reflection in the mirror instead. The red lipstick smeared slightly as I pressed my lips together.

"Why're you so quiet, huh? Don't tell me you've found someone else!"

I knew what would come next if I didn't respond.

"Tell me, Abigail! Have you been seeing someone behind my back? Is that why you've been acting so distant lately? Hmmm? Answer me!"

I shook my head, "No, Alpha. There is no one. You know there isn't."

But he wouldn't believe me. Never believed me. All because I hadn't given into his demands, hadn't played along with his twisted fantasies. He saw my independence as defiance, my silence as disrespect. And he punished me for it.

Suddenly, his hand struck my face with force, causing an intense pain to erupt in my head. I recoiled, bumping into the edge of the bathroom counter as I hit my hip. "Ouch!"

Roy seized the opportunity while I was momentarily off-balance, pressing himself against me and pinning me against the wall. His heavy breathing hovered over me, causing me to flinch. Lie to me again, and I'll give you something to really scream about."

I shut my eyes, bracing myself for the next strike. By this point, I had grown used to the pain by now, but it never got any easier. Each time he hit me, a part of me died inside.

"Admit it, Abigail. Admit that you belong to me. That you need me," he demanded, grinding himself against me.

I remained mute, refusing to comply. But Roy wasn't appeased by my resistance. With a feral growl, he jerked my arms high and pushed them against the wall. His scorching lips met mine, plundering my mouth with his tongue. I squirmed to free myself, but his clutch was unrelenting.

"No--stop!"

But Roy paid no attention to my words. Instead, he pressed himself against me, his arousal evident through the fabric of his pants. I could feel his erection, thick and hard against my stomach.

"You want this, don't you?" he breathed, nipping at my earlobe. "You crave my touch, my dominance."

Despite the revulsion I felt, I remained silent. I couldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing me plead or beg. But Roy didn't seem to understand. He thought my silence meant consent.

With a savage growl, he yanked my skirt up, exposing my bare butt. I cried out as his large, calloused hands landed on my flesh, leaving welts and bruises in their wake.

"You're mine, Abigail. Mine to use however I please. To touch, to taste, to dominate."

He gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his leering gaze in the mirror.

"Come on, little omega, don't be shy. Tell Daddy how much you crave my cock inside you. Tell me you want it rough and raw, just like a good little slut should."

Roy's fingers dug into my skin as he pinned me against the bathroom counter, his other hand ripping open my blouse. Buttons flew everywhere, scattering across the floor like tiny projectiles. I whimpered beneath him. "R-Roy stop!"

His hot breath reeked of alcohol and cruelty, "You love this, don't you, Abigail? Being dominated by your alpha."

I shut my eyes tight, hoping to disappear or end up somewhere else—anywhere but right here. Still, Roy clung onto me like a barnacle, tearing through what was left of my top and bra.

Cold air rushed over my exposed breasts, eliciting another shiver of fear and disgust.

Without warning, Roy shoved two fingers inside me, thrusting mercilessly. I screamed, writhing under his touch as he violated me without mercy. It hurt – God, did it ever hurt – but Roy seemed not to care. In fact, the more I struggled, the harder he became.

"That's it, little slut," he murmured, biting down on my neck. "Fight me. Show me how much you want it."

Roy's nasty smirk wavered as he removed his fingers from me, revealing they were tainted red. For an instant, confusion clouded his face until understanding finally hit him. "You're on your fuckin' period?"

Before I could even react, he pushed me roughly away from him, making me tumble backwards and land hard on the chilly bathroom floor tiles.

The small of my back slammed against the rim of the bathtub, sending a jolt of pain through my entire body. Despite feeling discomfort, I hurriedly gathered my strewn-about clothing and covered myself up.

Roy faced the sink, grumbling curses while vigorously washing his hands. Little dots of red spiraled down the drain, looking totally out of place against the spotless white porcelain. Seriously grossed out, yet I still couldn't take my eyes off it.

We just sat there staring at the water getting clearer and clearer, like it took forever. Then, FINALLY, Roy killed the faucet and wiped his hands with a towel hanging nearby. His tone oozed toxic hostility when he eventually broke the silence, "Get your disgusting ass outta here right now, you dirty little omega. Don't forget to tidy up this place too."

Bastard.

I wish he would just die.

In fact.

I wanted to tear his throat apart with my bare hands and wash the blood off my hands on that sink.

Gripping the remnants of my ruined outfit firmly against my chest, I swiftly withdrew from the bathroom, taking care not to leave any bloodstains on the flawless carpet covering the floor outside. As soon as I secured myself inside the privacy of my room by locking the door, I released the tears that had been welling up.

The familiar sting of humiliation burned deep within me as I recalled the events leading up to this painful confrontation. How many times had I endured Roy's unwanted advances, hoping beyond hope that things would change between us? Yet each passing day only served to solidify the bitter truth: Our relationship was nothing more than a toxic cage crafted from power and control.