A Hidden Princess - Book #2

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Jab, uppercut, kick, and repeat. Music blares through the little ear buds, pounding to the beat of my erratic heart. Sweat drips down my forehead, stinging my eyes. I relish in the pain. I crave it with each breath my throat swallows.

Jumping, I shake my arms out, enjoying the aches and blood dripping from the broken skin on my knuckles. The punching bag swings slowly in front of me from my last kick. Rolling my neck, I attack it once more. Driving my bare fist flat with the dull black fabric.

In one month, this one room has become my sanctuary. Sleep is no longer an option. My mind dreams up her beautiful face smile at me. I hear her laugher as she clings to my body during a night of dancing. Dreams, I'm brutally forced to wake up from. Where the truth hits me, bitterly.

It's been two months since she was taken from me. I fought anyone within reaching distance. My own father had to lock me up in the dungeons for two weeks. My nails clawed at my skin, ripping it apart at the loss of my mate. Depression set it, creating a whole new world for not only me, but my family. I'd attempted suicide plenty of time. Going as far as slicing my own chest open to rip my beating heart out.

It was my father's last straw. He brought me to this room after having a doctor crudely stich my chest up. For days, he beat the living shit out of me. He said if I wanted to feel, he would give me something to feel and I did. I felt every punch to the gut, every slice of his claws down my flesh.

We caught as wolves and humans. It wasn't until the third day when a projector was set up on the back white wall. With the help of Jason and Derek, they chained me to the opposite wall. My face held in place by leather straps. They even went to the extreme and taped my eyes wide open. Nothing I could do to break free.

For two days straight I stood and watched videos of her breathing adventures. Her parents had used all their extra money to buy a small camera. When she would go out with her brother, Theo and Nik all their crazy schemes were recorder. Her mother would entrust the camera with one of the boys, demanding its return in perfect condition.

It had been broken on multiple occasions. Nik being a royal commander with money replaced it each time, with a new and upgraded version. In the end the camera attached itself to Nik's clothing. She never knew it was there.

For two days, I soaked up her beauty. The way she'd play with the younger children on her free time. Her big bright heart shining through when she'd take on other's tasks. It didn't matter if she knew they were taking advantage of her. She helped out anyways.

That week my father did what he needed to do. The beats broken me down. Stole my strength and ability to move. The video's and pictures were the final breaking point. For the first time in a month, I gave what my heart desperately required.

I cried. I sobbed for hours. Letting the guilt of what I had done to lose her. Pushing her away with my jealousy. Over a simple verdict which could have been prevented by a few words from me. If it hadn't been for Nik's sentence, she wouldn't have run away from me. She'd hug him and evidentially come back to me. Because I was her mate. No him.

It took her death to realize how much she meant to me. To see what truly mattered in life.

Roaring, I bring my right arm back before my fist hits the punching bag, breaking it from its metal chains and soaring across the room to land at the feet of a bitch in heat.

Taking calming breaths, I rip my ear buds out. My parched throat begs for water. To get to it, I have to walk towards her.

I despise Beth Sanders. He scent alone, drives me to murder her.