Chapter 12
She was too busy standing on her tippy toes and try to reach for the bottle of baby food and failing miserably, causing her to let out a string of curses at the lack of her height. 'Why did she have to be so short.' She thinks.
She hadn't noticed the presence behind her until they were standing directly behind her back and reaching for the bottle she has been trying to make for the past five minutes with ease.
She turns around to find Damien standing there with the bottle of baby food in his hands and places in on the counter.
He places both his hands on side of the counter, She moves back to avoid his touch only to press her back against the edge of the marble counter.
She could literally feel his minty breath on her neck, she cranes her neck to look at him to find him looking at her with a hard look.
Her heart beat increases almost like a tattoo against her ribcage at the close proximity. Her wolf growls with approval at the increasing nearness with her mate.
"You smell like him" he says through clenched jaw while grinding his teeth in a painful way.
He lowers his head and buries his face in to her neck and place both his hands on her waist, a shudder passes through her body at the contact and small tingle zaps like electricity at the touch.
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" I loved you at your darkest "
- Romans 5:8
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"You smell like him" he says through clenched jaw while grinding his teeth in a painful way.
He lowers his head and buries his face in to her neck and place both his hands on her waist, a shudder passes through her body at the contact and small tingle zaps like electricity at the touch.
Soon anger takes over her features when she his words register into her mind, she pushes him away, catching him off guard since he wasn't expecting her to do so, he stumbles back in the process, Serenity takes the opportunity and moves away, putting distance between them.
"Ofcourse, I would he's my boyfriend after all, Alpha" she replies spitefully, leaving him with a shocked look on his face.
Stopping in her tracks she adds.
"Do not think that I will still keep waiting for you to accept me, I have some self respect and besides you rejected me." Turning around and leaving.
'he deserved that' Selene, her wolf decides to chime in and she agrees.
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(Few hours later)
(Nightmare)
She wakes up from her sleep after hearing the clinking noise of metal together. He had locked her up again up in the dungeon where he locked up all the rogues and lone wolves that had dared to enter the territory. His territory. It reeked of blood, urine and mold in here, at first she felt like puking her guts out but after a few days she kind of learned to ignore the stench.
She looks up from her slumped form on the ground, and her eyes find him with a sharp metal knife, like the ones the butchers use to cut meat. She visibly gulps in fear.
"Wake up bitch" his figure moves towards het slumped form on the ground and kicks her in the ribs, which was broken from the torture she had endured the previous day. She groans in pain as tears stream down her eyes as she places a hand on her broken ribs and slowly gets up with a limp present on her left leg.
"Get ready, An Alpha is visiting today. Don't want him to see you like the little shit you're" he spat at her with a disgusted look on his face and the only thing she could do was nod her head knowing that he doens't likes her to talk unless asked to or there might be consequences, that much has been instilled into her mind after all these years of torture and abuse by his hands.
A shiver rakes down her body remembering what happened the last time she disobeyed him. His rules.
She drags herself all the way towards her room, which is basically a basement. She moves towards the drawers where she kept her dresses and pick out the only dress that doesn't make her look like a beggar and presentable enough. It's a flowy sundress which belonged to one of the she-wolfs of the pack.
She walks towards the bathroom, for which she was thankful for. She washes away at her body removing the dirty scent and dirt out of her body, careful not to apply the soap on her open wounds as it would burn like a bitch. She gets out of the shower after she was done and wears the dress she had with her along with her undergarments.
She walks out just in time to see one of the guards standing there. "Alpha has demanded your presence" he says monotonously, she slowly nods her head and follow him out into the hallway.
They stop walking when they reach the living room and the guard leaves her from his position infrony of her. She find him and the visiting Alpha talking amongst eachother, more about war strategies.
He seems to notice her presence first, as he looks towards where she stood, looking at her with his heated gaze as he reckons her towards where they both were sitting around the table. She wasn't able to hold his stare for long.
Her figure moves towards where they were standing all the while her eyes are locked on the floor not daring to look up. She stops when she reaches their side.
"Look up" he grits out with a clenched jaw and she complies to his order. She looks up to find an Alpha as old as him looking at her with a wicked glint in his eyes which doesn't settle well with her, a shiver runs down her spine at his presence.
"Alpha Landon, this is my fourteen year old daughter Serenity, Serenity meet Alpha Landon of River Stone pack" he speaks up.
This is the first time in ten years he had referred to Serenity as his daughter, she was taught from an early age to call him 'Alpha' and nothing else or that she might get whipped if not done so.
Alpha Landon hold up his hand for her to shake and she nervously extend her hand knowing that she would be punished later if she disrespect an Alpha in any form.
Alpha Landon grips her hand in a handshake all the while his other hands trails up and down her hand which is in his hold, which makes goosebumps to rise on her skin, and not in a good way either.
The clearing of a throat breaks the awkward handshake and her father demands her to go towards her room and she nods her head in reply.
She drags herself towards the basement which was her room, all the while thinking 'how it would've been better if she was alive'.
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She was so lost in her trail of thoughts that she didn't hear the sound of footsteps that had followed behind her. She was too late to react as her back was slammed against the closed door of her room.
Alpha Landon had pinned her hands above het head with his one hand, as he grinds his front into hers, and groans as his finger trails down her delicate face causing her to shivers in disgust.
He continues to grind into ger while she struggles to get out of his tight hold but isn't successful, after a few unsuccessful tries an idea forms inside her mind. She brings up her knee and it hits him where the sun doesn't shines and his face controts into one of pain as his hold on her hands loosen, she takes the opportunity to move as far away from his crouched frame.
"Leave" her body stills hearing that voice and she look up to se her fathe- him with a murderous look on his face causing her to gulp knowing that she was in trouble. Alpha Landon leaves the room all the while glaring at her trembling form on the side.
He closes the door shut when Alpha Landon leaves, "now what have I taught you about not disrespecting an Alpha" she don't reply to him which causes his anger to rise as he moves towards her trembling form and slaps her across the face with such force that she might've passed out on the spot if she wasn't a werewolf.
"Speak up bitch" he spits out venomously.
Her mouth opens but nothing comes out, this angers him even more as he takes out the whip which he keeps in inside room for an easy access, she closes her eyes shut in fear of what was to come.
"You know I wish you would've died along with her or atleast you were a boy so I could have had a heir to rule this pack" he speaks up while holding the black whip in his hands. Tears trail down her face when she hears him speaking about her, her mother and his mate.
She opens her eyes just in time to see the whip to slash across her already bruised and battered back.
"No, please don't. I wouldn't do it again" she pleads to him.
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She wakes up to feeling of someone holding her hands down, to prevent her from clawing her own chest. She looks down and sees claw marks and blood littering the entire expanse of her chest.
She's suddenly really conscious, feeling someone's hands holding her down, she looks up just in time to see an emotion passing through those grey orbs which are now a bleeding black in colour.
She inhales a shaky breath, still recovering from the aftermaths of the nightmare she just woke up from screaming. She is aware of the tears that are trailing down her face and the fact that he got to see her in her most vulnerable state.
"I'm okay now" she says and he slowly and hesitantly removes his hold on her hands.
She got up from her upright position on her bed and moves towards the direction of the bathroom. She splashes cold water on her face to wake up and wash away the reminants of the horrible nightmare she just had.