Rejected, Abused, I Fall for the Forbidden Alpha의 모든 챕터: 챕터 111 - 챕터 120

Raven POV I screamed. Not the kind of happy or joyous one, but one filled with pain and the agonizing rage that I aimed solely at my mate as I squeezed his hand with a death grip. "Damn you Hades, you did this to me," I screeched as he winced. I was fairly certain I'd broken several of his fingers, although he made no complaints. Wise man. "You're doing great, sweetheart," he soothed. I glared. He swallowed hard. The nurses looked amused. I was definitely not having the kind of birth experience I'd read about in books. This was pure torture and the worst part was that pain relief was virtually nonexistent because shifters absorbed it too quickly into the bloodstream. "The head is crowning," the doctor said from between my legs. It felt like I was pushing a huge watermelon out of a teeny tiny hole that refused to grow. If I'd known how painful childbirth was, I might have had second thoughts. "Come on honey, just a few more pushes," Hades murmured. "Easy for you to say

Marissa POV"This is your room." Melody said sourly, opening the door and staring at me icily.It's small. The walls are cream, deflecting from how cold the room feels. The single bed and small chest of drawers take up most of the space. The wooden floor does little to make the room more inviting. For all intents and purposes, it's little bigger than a closet. "The bathroom is through that door," Melody added stiffly.I look. It contains a toilet, shower, and sink. Basic amenities. Nothing extravagant, nothing luxurious. A reminder of my place and the position I hold now. "Not what you're used to, is it princess?" Melody's voice is mocking.She doesn't bother hiding her disdain from me. Once, I would have confronted her, used my position to punish her, but now? Now I was just a lowly omega, and her position was higher than mine. I swallowed my pride and ducked my head. "Thank you," I murmured."I'll arrange for uniforms and clothes to be sent to you. I hope you like early mornings

Damien POVThe first thing I noticed was the sheer exhaustion on her face. There were dark rings beneath her eyes, and she moved slowly, as though each movement was costing her what little precious energy she had left. I shifted uncomfortably on my chair, fighting the guilt that was sweeping over me. I ate mechanically, unable to take my eyes off of her and hating myself for it. One look at her, and it was like an arrow to the heart. Like I was lost in her spell. I was an Alpha for heaven's sake. I was the most powerful member of the pack, and she was almost bringing me to my knees. What kind of leader did that make me? What kind of man allows a woman to get under his skin like that?I was doing this to remind her of her place, to remind her that she was only here because of my good graces, but right now it didn't feel that way. Not when she drew her shoulders in and made herself look small, rather than the confident woman I know she was capable of being. Not when there was almost

Damien POVThe scream cut through the house. It was bloodcurdling and strangely familiar. I looked at Aaron, whose expression turned grim. "That's Alice," he growled. The sound of a growl filled the air, and I stiffened, unable to believe what I was hearing. Who on earth would be stupid enough to shift inside a pack house?For a moment, I don't move, thinking I might have imagined it. Another scream. "It's coming from the kitchen," Aaron breathed, and we ran, pushing aside pack members, desperate to get to Alice before we were too late.Thoughts that a stray rogue, a hidden enemy, had attacked sped through my mind. I never even entertained the idea that it might be somebody from my pack. Somebody I knew. It was unfathomable to me. That was a mistake. I came to a skid in the doorway and stared for a moment, unable to comprehend what I was seeing. For a moment it felt like I had frozen, my eyes wide as I took in the scene. A white wolf was attacking Alice, who was lying on the f

Marissa POVIt's cold. The kind of cold that numbs your body all over and leaves you feeling like your body will never get warm. The air is damp, filled with mildew, and I can smell that distinct metallic smell of blood that lingers long after it's scrubbed from the floors. The ground is hard, concrete. The darkness is heavy, the only light shining through the narrow rectangular windows near the ceiling, all covered in bars to prevent the prisoners from escaping. The cell contains a simple mattress, a toilet, and a sink. No other luxuries. The bars are silver, designed to burn flesh and keep you confined. A simple dose of wolsbane forced down my throat to prevent me from shifting. They don't bother to restrain me. I sit, staring blindly into the distance, my arms wrapped around my body in a valiant attempt to bring some warmth to it. I'm naked, exposed, and feel vulnerable, but I have no doubt that's what they want me to feel. I can sense the guard's eyes on me, appraising, careful,