Chapter 8
He hits me, kicks me, slams me against the hardwood floor, shouting at me for everything he thinks i’ve ever done. Blaming me for mum dying, blaming me for him being alone, one thing after the other until my body shuts down, unable to fight back or move.
This was it, this was the moment we die. He finally did it, officially killing me like he’s always wanted.
I wonder who he will hit when I’m gone? I wonder will anyone notice that I was dead? It’s not like anyone cares about me and let’s face it, I’m useless in a fight so really as a wolf I’m not much good to anyone.
He pounds into me over and over again, by the time he is done I don’t even feel it anymore. He looks at me in horror as his fit of rage comes to an end,
“Oh shit! What have I done”
He whispers, he had never felt guilty before, I wonder why he cared now.
“How am I going to explain this if she dies”
He says grabbing his head and squatting down beside me
“Fuckkkkk Fuckkkkk fuckkk fuckkkk
He rants closing his eyes, he takes a calming breath and he stands up
“Tell them she ran away with her mate or something”
His wolf says, uncaring as he glares at me. Now that’s the father I know and hate.
He goes to his bag, ripping it open and he grabs his suit jackets, his coats and anything else he could find and he dumps it on top of my body. Hiding the evidence as exhaustion takes over and that’s the last thing I can remember.
I wake up to voices, they were muffled, I could tell it was the alpha as he lectures my father about missing a meeting or something.
“How are we even alive”
Layla asks in my head as she holds her head. I felt awful
“I don’t know but as soon as he’s gone I’m leaving and I’m not coming back
She goes quiet then as we wait in silence for them to leave. I almost pass out again but the slam of the door makes me jump. Suddenly the coats are pulled of my body and standing over me is my monster of a father, glaring at me.
“Get. The Fuck Up! You made me late AGAIN and now the Luna is looking for you so get your ass up and tell them you were attacked or something but get your ass out that door and make up an excuse for looking like shit
He grabs my hair, ripping me of the floor. I cough, blood spluttering all over the ground as he pulls me to my feet. The room around me moves on its axis as I fall against the wall taking a painful breath.
“You fucked up old man”
I say gasping at him, he growls
“It’s your own fucking fault! Now go fix yo
your mess
He opens the door for me, was i fuck making excuses for him. Not this time. This time I’m getting out and I’m not coming back.
I limp out of the room, it takes all of our concentration to stay on our feet but after a minute bile rises Up my throat, my insides churning as I trip and fall, the ground moving below me but as I land, I land in someone’s arms.
I look up, my eyes watering as I take a large inhale of his scent, the anxiety and turmoil inside my body relaxing as I look into his perfect
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Chapter B
“Mate”
“Mate”
We both cry at the same time, tears flooding my vision as he pulls me against him
“Wha– oh n
my- who did this?”
He roars, my body flinching
“Sorry, no don’t be scared of me, but who would do this?”
He says to me, stuttering. My body shutting off as I pass out in the mate of my dreams arms, Layla finally relaxing as the world around us goes into darkness.
I woke up with a sense of loss, i panicked not knowing where i was, machine’s were beeping, I was cold, i had no idea what was going on.
My heart pounds in my chest as I try to move, my body screamed in pain. I’m blinded by a light as I try and remember what the hell was going on.
The faster n
my heartrate was beating the louder the beeping got, I squint lifting my head
Just then the man of dreams runs through the door, realising I was dreaming a take a breath, relaxing as my breathing starts to level out
“are you ok!!!–
He grabs my face, sparks light up all over my body, layla pushes forward as his touch wakes us up.
“That doesn’t normally happen”
I whisper to him, he frowns
“What doesn’t?”
His voice was louder than usual
“In my dreams you didn’t feel sparky”
Layla pushes forward, purring as she moves our head into his hands. He looks at me puzzled
“You dreamed of me?”
“Am I not dreaming now?”
I ask, he chuckles shaking his head
“Nope, I’m all real babe
My mind was racing, trying to think of what the bell he was talking about.
“Your not dreaming lilly, this is real, he is real”
Layla tells me softly, tears pool in my eyes as I take in every inch of his perfect perfect face.
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