Alphas' Mate Academy [hiatus]

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| recap she tried to distract him by throwing her shoes but failed so she jumped down and hurt herself. She found out that he had assumptions of her and it wasn't delightful ones. She tells him everything except planning with the rebels and asks if he could take her to her parents' house. Which he did but then... |

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I wanted to move towards my parents so badly but my legs remain frozen.

My father was covered with blood and his whole face was decorated with bruises and split skins. To think that an Alpha wouldn't beat up a girl was wishful thinking and it was hard to deny it when my mother happened to be a living proof, if she's even still alive, that they're as ruthless as they're made out to be.

"W-what is this?" I asked shakily, turning my head to look at the person who I had talked to freely early.

"Your punishment for going against my words," he answered robotically, not looking at me.

"But why?" I chocked out the words, and found myself walking to my parents, kneeling down and placed my mother's head gently on my lap. My heart skipped a beat when I could hear her faint weak breathing but it wasn't enough to make me smile.

"I spared the academy from going into the trouble with the punishment," he replied, his voice holding no emotion. "The next time you do something like this, I can't promise you their lives."

"I went to the academy like you told me to, taking the risk," I rambled on as the tears rolled down my cheeks, the salty taste on my lip reminded me that this was real. "You told me they wouldn't be hurt. You said...this is the only time I went against you. I never disobeyed you. I was going to go back once I saw that you kept your promise..."

"The deal was you stay, they live. You go, they die. Simple, is it not? I've not gone against my word," he defended himself, his eyes on me.

"To you, you didn't. To me, you did. You're a liar," I told him, glaring at him through my tear-stained face and didn't care about the words I allowed to slip out. "That doesn't matter to you, does it? You could easily replace me anytime you want so my views on you doesn't matter. You're like every other mate out there. Abusive, sickening, controlling, sic-"

Slap.

I swallowed the words I was about to say and tried to breath slowly. Here I thought that he might be different, that he was nothing like those guys who wants their mate to be a certain person they have in mind. The guys who would raise their hand at their mates and torture them mentally until they have no choice but to become the person they want them to be so they would stop.

But it never stops does it? Their expectations are always going to change and the hitting and hurtful words will continue on with no stop. Had I not learn my lesson on setting expectations of people? Had I not end up disappointed enough?

Was having my father not turn out as a loving, caring, protective father I had hoped he was? Why was I so stubborn to think that eventually they'll change and become the person I dream of them to be? Each slap to the cheek still wasn't enough for me to accept the truth.

There was still a part of me that hoped my mate would love me for who I am, be satisfied with what I give him, and I was ashamed that I had a part of it in me. He had slapped me hard I could still feel the stinging pain and the ringing in my ears yet I thought he was a good person, that somewhere in the future he wouldn't raise his hand on me.