The Lycan Twin's Abused Mate

PrologueMy father stood tall above me, casting a shadow that enveloped me completely. His piercing gaze sent chills down my spine. In his hand, he held a thick, wooden rod that seemed to promise punishment. I trembled, retreating and huddling at his feet like a frightened creature.Terror gripped my heart with icy fingers, squeezing so tight it hurt to breathe. My entire body trembled uncontrollably, violent shakes I couldn’t stop no matter how hard I tried.Every instinct in my body screamed at me to run, to get away, to save myself, but I couldn’t move. My legs refused to obey. I was completely paralyzed, trapped by the overwhelming sense of dread that pressed down on my chest like a boulder, suffocating me, crushing the air from my lungs.“Please... don’t kill me,” I begged, my voice barely a whisper, broken and desperate. “Please... Father, please...”I clung to his legs with trembling hands, desperate, pathetic, searching his face for even the smallest glimmer of mercy, the tinie

There was no one who could save me. I crept back into my room, waiting for my fate to unfold. Stripping off my clothes, I stepped into the bath, trying to cleanse myself of the dread that clung to me. I sobbed quietly, hugging my mother’s photo close, my only source of comfort. The water did little to soothe the ache inside.After what felt like an eternity, my father’s voice echoed through the house again.“Ava, come down here! Mr. Drake is here. He’s waiting for you!” he bellowed.Clutching my mother’s picture to my chest, I reluctantly left the room, shutting the door behind me as if that could lock away the horror.“Good evening, sir,” I greeted Mr. Drake, my voice barely above a whisper.Mr. Drake, a man in his forties, stepped forward. His eyes gleamed with a sickening hunger, and I immediately felt small under his gaze. He looked me over slowly, taking in every inch of me, and I fought the urge to shrink away.The way he inspected me made me feel exposed, vulnerable, as though I

'Pain was my constant companion, and I could only wish for one thing: that it would end. Nothing in the world compared to the suffering I endured. The agony was relentless, and in the face of such torment, there were no heroes, only helpless victims.I was heartbroken, terrified, and overwhelmed with anxiety. I felt utterly powerless and lost, but I knew I had to find the strength to escape this nightmare. I closed my eyes and took a blind leap of faith, hoping for a way out.′***Ava’s POVI awoke groaning, still shackled by chains. The memory of Mr. Drake’s torment from the night before haunted me. I felt like a mere possession, stripped of my identity and dignity. My life had become a living nightmare, and I detested the existence forced upon me.A mocking voice interrupted my thoughts. “Oh, you’re finally awake.”“Yes,” was all I could manage.The exhaustion from resisting him was overwhelming. Mr. Drake was beyond cruel—worse than anything I could imagine.“I should reward you, bu

Ava’s POVI lay exhausted on the bed. Mr. Drake had left me after fucking me like a whore to bleed. He didn’t care whether I stayed alive or not.I was his slave. After all, he could decide to keep or end my life. This was the life my father wanted me to live. They despised me to the point of selling me to the devil. I never thought I would experience what it was like to be in hell. Now I do.I sluggishly pulled myself out of bed. His guards unchained me when he was finished with me. Of course, he came every time to abuse me and then leave. He knew I would never agree willingly, so this was what he did.I went to the bathroom and let the water fall on my skin, which hurt like hell. After a while, I heard the door to the room open and close.Perhaps he sent someone to check on me again. It felt like I shouldn’t go out anymore. If there was a way to end my life right now, I would do it without hesitation.I stepped out of the bedroom to find a tray of food and water on the table. I scoff

Ava’s POVI’d been free of my master for years, but my nightmares hadn’t stopped haunting me. I started residing in this town with Oliver. I didn’t really fit in this place. I was still frightened and scared of having friends around me. Many girls wanted to be my friends, and many guys wanted me to be their girlfriend, but I never gave any of them my scrutiny.Oliver encouraged me to move on with my life. She asked me to give one of the guys a chance. She suggested I go on a date with him to get to know him better. I tried to, but I always ended up shivering in front of them, so I decided to live on my own.I haven’t heard from or seen my father since I crawled out and fled from that hell. This was the safest place for me to hide from him. He was evil. He had abused me more times than I could remember, and he had done things to me that I should never have had to go through in my life. I will never forget and forgive him for all the torture he did to me.Oliver’s parents were so sweet a