Married To The Alpha King

2- A Sin

Blue's POV

Max left after he had cleaned my wounds. He told me to sleep. But I could not. Every night, I was haunted by the thought of not being able to leave this family.

Max once told me that there was a cause behind Father's vehement dislike of me.

"Can't you see that you don't look like him?"

"You mean he beats me up just because I don't look like him?"

"Come on, Blue. It's clear that... Don't mind, please. It's clear that you're not his."

"You mean, Mother cheated on him and I'm the result?" I asked.

"I guess so. I mean, look at Draven and me. We have gray eyes and dirty blond hair. But you don't. You have brunette hair and blue eyes. Even Mother doesn't have them."

He had a valid point there. My appearance was diametrically opposed to that of my father. I had a few things in common with Mother, but I had nothing in common with Father. Father, Draven, and Maxen all had blond hair and gray eyes. Mother had dark brown eyes and red hair. But I was unique.

My facial structure was also different. My nose was similar to Mother's, but in other ways, I had a completely different structure. This time, I truly wondered if I was not my father's. Maybe this was why he despised me so much.

I sat next to the window, leaning against the frame, attempting to fill my mind with cold air to expel all of my misery. Things were becoming more complicated. I overheard Draven and Father discussing whoring, or something similar two days ago.

I was horrified, believing he was talking about turning me into a whore to get money. Since that day, I had been carrying a knife with me. So in case Draven or Father tried to sell me to someone, I would be able to kill myself. I would rather die than become someone's plaything.

The moon was obscured by dense clouds tonight. The night seemed to be pleading with me to go out onto the roof and sit in the rain. Whenever it rained, I would go up to the roof and sit there for as long as I could without being seen. No one was there to see anyway. But I still refused to cry any other time if it was not raining. Perhaps, to make myself stronger, I chose this way.

Draven's usual yelling reached my ears. He was even angrier than usual tonight. I did not care to go and see why he was behaving like that. In these situations, I stayed as far away from Father and Draven as possible. If I came into their line of sight, they would direct their rage at me.

I decided to get some sleep. At least, if I slept, I would not have to deal with the pain in my abdomen.

But my peace was not something my family would want. Suddenly the door of my room burst open, and before I knew what was going on, Draven had grabbed me by the hair.

"She took the money. Ask her," he hissed.

I saw Father there as I writhed in agony, trying to break free from his clutches. Both of them together... I was so dead tonight. I wanted to tell Max that he should at the very least bury me.

"Have you taken the money, Blue?" Father asked coldly. His voice was not loud and I feared this the most. When he was loud, he would kick me or strike me with a belt. But when his voice was cold, he was the most ruthless. The last time he said something like this to me, he shoved my hand into the fireplace and held it there despite my wailing and screams. Fortunately, an elderly neighbor stopped by to see what was wrong. Or I would surely lose my hand that day.

"What money?" I asked. I had no idea what they were talking about. I had never taken their money, not even for once, not when I needed to buy tampons in an emergency, not when I needed to take costly medicines for my throat pain.