The Girl Who Changed The Alpha's Life (UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION)

Chapter 10

EDITED.

(Avery's POV)

After running a fair amount of time, I allow my wolf full control of my body. I already blew off some steam, so now it's her turn to release her feelings of anger and betrayal. She feels far more worked up over the whole situation, and the upset snarl she releases confirms her emotions. As my wolf paces back and forth, the frustrated grunts that are coming out of my mouth express how truly disturbed she is. How deceived. Defeated. Hurt.

She feels conflicted. How could our mate do this to us, over an issue that could so easily have been solved? Does he not love us like he said those weeks ago? Does he not feel the same as we do? Did he not enjoy claiming us enough that he had to go out and find someone else? Is there something wrong with us?

My mind is running a mile a minute, my wolf's thoughts and mine merging into a jumbled mess. I feel dizzy.

Abruptly, my wolf and I collapse to our feet. The world around us is spinning, and I feel unwell. I close my eyes tightly, trying to hinder the twirling sensation.

When things start to feel a little more stationary, I glimpse out of one eye.

I'm in Dylan's bedroom.

He lays beside me, and both of us are naked.

He must have just violated me.

He lays on top of the dark green comforter, and I have a cream blanket wrapped around myself in an attempt to conceal my body from him.

He looks over at me, and I shiver from his cold stare.

"You know Avery, I'm the best you'll ever get," he says, a smug grin plastered on his face. "No mate would accept you, and you should be thankful that I want you. You should be grateful for my passion for you."

But why does he have this passion for me? Why? Why me? Couldn't there have been another girl? Any girl?

Why me?

His fixation on me is something I will never understand. No horrific past could excuse what he has done to me.

My arms tense, and I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I'm scared to talk back, but I so badly want to yell at him. Scream that my mate will love me more than anyone, and treat me right. That he'd love me, and only me. I try to bite my lip and hold back the words, but they fight their way to the surface.

"My mate will love me and care about me more than anyone else could. He would devote himself to me, and he will be better than you ever could be," I spit out at Dylan.

"Your mate will never love you. He'll end up resorting to the attention of others to please himself," he says in a calm, monotonous voice. 

The coolness of his words almost leads me to think he is finished, and doesn't even care that I retaliated. But he is anything but finished. 

He swings back his hand, smacking me directly on the cheek. The stinging on my face burns, and I bite back a yelp of pain.

"Your mate will never love you Avery."

The spinning sensation returns, and the flashback is over.

Dylan is still controlling how I live. He is dictating my life through the brutal memories of his toxic words, his burning touch, and his savage control over me as an individual.

But Dylan was right. Zeke clearly does not love me, and he did resort to others. He did before, and he still does.

He was right.