The Alpha's Mate

Chapter 12

Manon's POV

I sat on the floor rocking.  I cried for hours, until I couldn't produce anymore tears.  My butt became numb, but I didn't want to move.  I couldn't risk waking him up.  If he found me here when he woke, I felt that there would be consequences.  Eventually I somehow round up the courage to get up. 

I rose to my feet, cautiously trying to be quick, but also quiet.  I looked in the mirror besides my eyes being puffy from crying, my left eye socket was black and blue as well as swollen.  My eyelid would barely open and as I took a closer look at my eye it was red, I figured he burst a vessel when he hit me.  My cheek was swollen and a bruised hand print was clearly visible.  I traced the fingers, wincing every time I accidentally poked too hard.  My lip was also busted. 

I adverted my eyes to my neck where another bruise was visible.  If you looked closely you could see the markings of fingers, but you didn't have to look hard to see that I have been choked and beaten.  The bruises on my face and neck were very dark. My wolf, depressed from rejection, wouldn't heal me at normal werewolf speed.  If she were the bruises would already be gone, not nearly obsidian black.  

As I moved I could feel waves of pain from my ribs.  I lifted up my thin shirt to see that my ribs were lined with bruises too.  Some were clearly of hands, but most were big black blobs.  My eyes traveled lower, to my stomach.  A giant bruise, from his boot was plastered there.  I dropped my shirt at the sight.  My leg was bruised from his knee, but otherwise my lower half was fine.  

As I trailed back up my body my eyes landed on my shoulder blade.  Where his mark is.  As I pulled the hem of my shirt away, I saw a round pinkish scar where the mark was.  His rejection broke our bond.  I felt tears threaten to flow, but they retracted.

I quickly remembered my task: escape the beast I used to call my mate.  I planned my escape, I couldn't go back through the room.  He would surely wake up and I didn't have the will or energy to fight.  My stuff was in there and I couldn't leave dressed like this.  I only had underwear, and sports bra and and t-shirt on.  People would see me, my bruises and then I would have to answer their questions.  I tried to find a way out, but there was no windows.  Across the bathroom there was a door, like the one at my house.

I quietly, but quickly made my way across the bathroom.  I turned the knob trying to limit the squeaking from the door hinges.  I opened the door to find another man's room.  The only other man who used to live here was Jared and I figured anything he left he wouldn't miss.  

I snuck into the room not closing the door behind me.  It would only make noise I could not afford to make.  I searched through some drawers finding a big sweater and some sweats.  I pulled them on even though they were too big.  I also found a bag in the closet and I filled it with some of his other clothes.  I felt bad for taking them, but who knew what could happen.  My clothes could be stolen or ripped and it's always better to be safe than sorry. 

As I neared the door to leave I found a pair of sunglasses.  I put them on, hoping they would help cover my face.  I grabbed the bag and left, creaking down the stairs trying to be silent.  I reached the bottom step taking a glance at the time.  6:07.  I was shocked realizing that most pack members would be up and my escape would be made harder.