Chapter 2 Isabella's Story
Sue was livid with Ian, but he had a way to calm her down. He called her that evening when he returned from the hospital and asked her to meet him. They went to a bar for drinks, then dinner and dance. He asked her why she was angry, and she told him that she was angry because he jumped to rescue another female and left her at the party, and she was upset with him. He told Sue that Beta females needed to share their Beta with every pack member who needed protection.
In this case, the required female, Isabella, needed safety and medical attention. He explained that once Sue found her Fated Mate, he would not exist to her. She said, "Never!" that he would be her selected Mate. He hugged her and thanked her for being sincere. She moved to his lap and kissed him passionately. Sue caressed his back, head, and chest, getting his roller-coaster hormones crazy. He quickly paid the bill and went to the car.
Ian drove to the woods and parked the car. Then they moved out of the vehicle, and he grabbed the blanket from the back seat. They landed with a thud under a tree, and Ian spread the blanket. In no time, Sue's legs were open, and Ian was petting her clit while they were French kissing. She pushed him over and pulled down the zipper of his pants while she gave him the best blow job he ever had. As his cum sprayed into her throat, she did not miss a beat but continued sucking him until he was dry. After making out, he took her home and told her bye.
He was thankful that his Mate would never know what happened between them because unmarked Mates who have not shifted and did not know their mates do not feel the effects of a mate who had a sexual encounter with another female. He thought of Isabella in the hospital and wanted to pop by the Gamma's house to check up on her to see how she was doing after the near-drowning experience.
My beautiful mate had her own story, as only she could tell.
POV Isabella:
My history is that warrior Jameison was on duty the day someone left me in the woods. He found me wrapped in a warm blanket, blowing pink bubbles and kicking. He took me to his wife, who thought I was his child by another woman. Her jealousy was eating at her heart, and she took it out on me badly. As I grew older, my beauty became more evident, propelling her horrifying treatment, which only increased with time.
I barely remember all I went through, but I remember one incident when she was pregnant. She dragged me by the hair because Dad was playing with my hair while watching TV. It seemed as if she was going through a hormonal imbalance. When Dad came to investigate why I was crying, she said I had a nightmare. I was not allowed to tell Dad about any incident of abuse because I would get a sound belting from her. Another incident happened when my brother was born. Dad would say, He was a difficult baby, quite the opposite of Isabella." One day, when my dad left for work after making that comment, she dragged me down to the cellar and made me stay hungry all day. When it was evening, she carried me to the woods and tied me to a tree.
She left me in the woods until three kind ladies found me. They took me to a house and gave me a bath and warm clothes. They fed me and then took me home. Mom told them she missed me but didn't have time to look for me because she was busy with the baby. She was the most unkind and cruel mother, who did not care if I was alive or dead. Another incident was when my brother rolled off the bed instead of her taking responsibility for leaving the baby too close to the edge of the bed. She took me to the cellar and tugged a handful of hair from my head. No matter how loud I screamed, she would not let go until she saw the hair in her hands. She hated that my hair glowed whenever I was sad. She said that I was a witch doing some evil magic.
Patrice would beat me with anything that she had in her hand at the time. I was so scared of her, thinking that one day she would kill me as she threatened me many times. My body was always bruised, and sometimes, I had scratches and weals on my back. I learned this lesson as I grew older: 'Children learn from adults' actions.' My brother had learnt behaviour; he watched his Mom abuse me so many times that as he started walking and could hurl a toy, he would strike me with it. He often cried and told her I either took his toy or hurt him. Patrice did not question his behaviour and beat me as soon as she saw her precious son crying.
Despite her evilness and his tantrums, I always took care of him and would never hurt a single hair on his head, but his mother would not believe that. She thought I was jealous of him because he had two parents. Another incident I endured was when she burnt my fingers because her precious son told her I had hit him. Most nights, I cried myself to sleep, wondering when my real Mom would appear and take me out of my misery.
When my dad was injured and lost a leg, Patrice sent me to the Luna and asked that I should be put to work in the kitchen every day after school. She requested that I be paid for my labour. While there, I received at least one solid meal as the cook often placed a portion of lunch in the microwave until I arrived from school. She would tell me to eat before work. Cook had a soft spot for me. She never left me hungry. She taught me how to cut vegetables and lay a table, among many other skills, and sometimes she takes me grocery shopping. Those were the best days of my life because she always got me treats. She asked me several times about scars and bruises she noticed, but I told her I tripped and fell. That was the answer Patrice said I should give when anyone asked about the bruises. If I didn't do as she said, all hell broke loose when she had me alone. Each week, the cook paid me a wage as her kitchen help. I was bringing home dinner plus money, which made me the sole breadwinner of this family. I got hit with a cooking spoon, pot cover and even the frying pan and rope.
Then came the most horrible day of my life. My brother stole one dollar that Patrice had in her apron pocket. She dragged me out of bed and asked me for the money. When I told her I did not have it, she went to my room, looked in the jar where I was saving my coins, and counted them when she realised I had five dollars' worth. She dragged me to the cellar by my hair. She took out the rope and tied my legs so I could not move. Then she took the belt and beat me so badly I could feel not only pain but stings from the cuts that the belt made. It seemed as if every time she remembered I hid the coins and she lost a dollar, she came down and gave me another belting. I don't know when I fell unconscious because I could scream no more. I begged the goddess Celine to kill me. I guessed when I passed out, she thought I was dead, so she dragged me to the woods and left me there to die.
Luckily for me, Delta went running that morning and smelled blood. When he saw me, I was told he howled so loud that his wife came running; they picked me up and ran about a mile to the Pack Hospital. They stayed with me until I was conscious. I never went back to Jamieson and Patrice's house. The Alpha allowed them to be my only caregiver; I received loving parents and a brother who doted on me that day. My brother Ashton begged his parents for a sister for many years, and when they brought me home, he was the happiest kid. He was never jealous and tousled my hair when I woke up every day. He hugged and kissed me and told me to be a good girl for Mom. He doted on me.
I was happy being with my new family. My brother's friends became my friends, and when they hung out, he always included me. I got the most enormous bowl of popcorn on movie nights and got anything I asked him for. He spoilt me while calling me the princess. I loved all his friends, especially Nathan and Brian, but most of all, I had a crush on Ian. Everyone knew Ashton's sister and never mentioned Jamieson or Patrice as my parents. If they did, Ashton would get enraged and retaliate. To him, they were no one to me. I had lots of nightmares and was always afraid and timid. My Mom, Sheri, would wake up in the night with my screams. She would get into bed with me and hug me until they passed. Each night, she would ask me, "Honey, can you tell me why you were screaming?' I could not tell her because I feared Patrice would get back at me for telling. Her words were sunk so deep in my subconscious that I could not speak to anyone about how she treated me.
One night, during a horrible nightmare, my parents and brother came to me and sat on my bed. When I got out of the nightmare, they said that I was screaming and tossing on the bed and huddled at the headboard of the bed, trying to hide from them. My family sat on the bed and formed a circle around me. My Mom placed me on her lap as she cried, as she cradled and rocked me. My dad cried as my brother Ashton caressed my hair until I calmed down. When I woke up from the nightmare, I could feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks. My Mom ushered my dad and brother back to bed while she cradled me like a baby. I can heard my mother's thoughts as she wondered, how can I help my baby?
My Beloved Readers,
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Love always,
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